The Broken Hearts Gallery Cast Novels & Stories

"Congratulations, Andien. You managed to tear apart all the emotions I had." "Thanks for the compliment. Did you know that I couldn't outsmart Kenan?" Andien replied, turning to face Mark. "I only found out when Kenan followed you to the airport and got the report that the photo in your documents was the same as Angela's," Mark replied with a cold smile. "How does it feel to be betrayed when you trust so much," Andien replied, laughing. "I didn't even have time to ask what I had done wrong to make Kenan humiliate me on that historic day. Do you know what it's like to realise that you're not really dead, Mark?" Andien asked bitterly.

Elaris suddenly jumped into my path, startling me. I placed my hand on my chest, “You startled me,” “Oh. Sorry, so what happened? I noticed a lot of people went into that room.” I thought of everything that transpired and the lingering pain of the broken bond. I open the makeup room backstage. “Well, it turned out that I had two Alphas as a mate, Aeson and Alpha Draxen….” “What?!” She screamed and followed me into the room. I sat down and began wiping off my makeup, fortunately, no one was in the room yet. “The only one I could feel was Aeson so I broke the bond and rejected Alpha Draxen—”

But tonight, in the dark, I let myself be Bella Hart, the girl who'd once believed in love and family and happy endings. The girl who'd had her heart broken so thoroughly she wasn't sure it still worked.The girl who'd survived anyway, because someone had to protect the little boy with grey eyes who deserved better than the parents fate had given him. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but all I could see was Caleb's face, devastated and desperate and years too late.And all I could feel was my heart, still aching in my chest, refusing to be silent no matter how much I commanded it to stop.

But one painting wasn’t hers. At the center of the gallery stood a large, framed canvas, bold and haunting. It drew every eye, commanding attention. Nora froze, her pulse spiking. The brushstrokes were familiar yet foreign, raw yet intimate. The painting depicted her: curled on a bed, head tucked into her knees, hair falling freely, face half-lit with shadows and tears streaking her cheeks. And yet… she looked powerful. Vulnerable, but unbroken. Alive. The title, scrawled across the bottom in confident letters, hit her like a punch: “The Girl I Ruined But Still Love.”

I take abuse very seriously and I hate anyone who mistreats people. This story could be for anyone who had their heartbroken. Heartbreak is the worst feeling in the world. This story has a lot of heartbreak; from Jennifer getting betrayed by Terrance, Terrance getting tortured by Jennifer, Jennifer reliving the nightmares she experienced with her father, and a lot more.

He was so devastated. Meanwhile, Heart was walking in the hallway with a broken heart. ‘Sorry for those hurtful words, Mr. CEO Cullen Lee. Even me, I feel so hurt right now. I am in love with you but this is not right. And being with you, I just realized that I was really your toy for your pleasure.’ Heart thought while trying to stop herself from crying. She was holding back herself from crying. At Heart’s apartment, Adam and Georgia were there, having sex in Heart’s bed.

Jeff pulled his phone out of his bag and played a video. On the screen, Larissa stood by a window in a psychiatric hospital, her face swollen and distorted from long-term medication. She stared blankly outside, completely lost in her own world. "I forced her to work as an escort, and then I put her in a mental hospital," Jeff said urgently. "You hate her, so I made her pay the price..." "You think I left you because of Larissa?" I laughed suddenly.

"We've tried. We cannot sense her." Before he could finish, a sharp crack echoed from the altar. The Crimson Heart, the gem symbolizing the queen's life force, shattered into dust before their eyes. Marcus slumped into his chair, his voice trembling. "She has fallen. Isolde... is truly dead." Had it been an ordinary death, necromancy might have brought her back. But the relic shattering meant the complete annihilation of her soul. Just then, the manager of Isolde's private art gallery called.

But she also knew that if Lucas ran to her now, with all the cameras and all the gossips, it would be a disaster. "Maybe you're right," Charlotte lied. Her heart was breaking for her brother, but she had to protect Naomi. "Maybe it’s just the stress. Valentina is at home screaming, and you’re here seeing ghosts. Let’s just finish the night and go home." Lucas nodded. He felt like a hollow man. "Yes. Let’s just finish the night." The lights in the gallery dimmed. A small stage had been set up in front of the main painting. Mrs. Gable walked up to the microphone.

In a low tone, she replied, “Bad guys are too much about themselves. And when they decide to break your heart, they shall do it without remorse. They shall leave you behind like you meant nothing to them. Personally, I know what a broken heart feels like, and the truth is told, that is a fatal feeling that can kill you for sure.” She closed the car door and locked her seatbelt. “What’s so interesting?” she asked, her gaze on me and the device in my hand. “I just found this recording of you on YouTube. You never mentioned your heart getting broken before.” I looked at her, her face still looking as beautiful as she was in the morning. She stared at me in confusion before she snatched the phon