The Heartbreak Prescription Novels & Stories

I made a supreme effort, telling him, “I’ll live.” “The Moon Goddess isn’t done with you yet, sweetheart. Who knows, you may find your own fated mate at the North Shore pack ball. Wouldn’t that be something?” I couldn’t answer. The ‘Remus’ effect got me every time, heightening my senses like a blindfold. For our final fling he gagged me, so I knew kissing was out. Was he feeling it, too, the sense of separation? In my case, of desolation. Tears dripped off my chin as he entered me and I pulled against my restraints, going through the motions now. Even though he was tender with me afterwards, it felt like my heart was breaking all over again.

I harbored a deep resentment toward them, yet I still had to find a way to survive. No longer protected by the Brosnan family, I resorted to using my beauty to become a mistress, only to be pursued by a scorned wife and ultimately sold into prostitution. I got addicted to drugs and contracted various types of STDs. I died on a cold winter night, broke and starving. As I slipped away, amidst a world aglow with lights, not a single one shone for me. In my final moments, I asked myself if I had any regrets. No, I did not.

"It's not my fault you are miserable… Okay, it kinda is but it's not my fault you chose to kiss him over running around naked—" "On a football field! Neo!" I shouted. "And this is no longer about the kiss, it's about my heart—" "And so?" Sighing, I massaged my forehead, lifting myself to sit. "Look, there's nothing wrong in getting your heart broken, it's nothing. If you think that you can survive in this world without heartbreak, then you are not human. It's normal for people who have a heart. Just look at me, I've gotten my heart broken twice, and I've broken about thirty-five girls' hearts all my life—"

"You left without a word four years ago. It was Diana who stayed by my side. Now she's terminally ill. All she wants is to marry me. I'm only fulfilling her last wish. Please… just go. I'll come back once the banquet is over." Maya let out a hollow and bitter laugh. She looked past Oscar to Diana, who flashed a smug and victorious smile. The memory hit her like a wave. Four years ago, it was that same voice, Diana's, whispering poisonous words in her ear, convincing her to walk away. Maya had inherited her mother's congenital heart condition. Her chances of recovery had been slim. Still, she hadn't wanted to leave Oscar. But at the time, Oscar's business had been in shambles, one crisis afte

"And I appreciate that. But I want to talk to Harrison first." "Fine," Blake said. "But don't wait too long. Every day you wait is another day the cancer gets worse." I left the room and went downstairs. My hands were shaking as I looked at the pill bottle. The medication name was something I'd never heard of. The pharmacy was in another state. And the prescribing doctor didn't exist in any hospital database I could find on my phone. These pills were fake. But why would Blake give me fake medication? What was he trying to do?

"Alessia, with Scarlett... I was a fool. The place in my heart was always yours." "But I was blind, and I trampled on your love again and again." "Alessia…" He tried to continue his confession, but the executioners had surrounded him. As cold handcuffs snapped around his bloody wrist, he was still calling my name. But it was all too late. I walked out of the Commission hall without a backward glance. Outside, I took the bullet casing from Vincenzo's hand and smashed it on the marble steps. The sharp metallic clang cut through the silence.

I couldn't find a single word to say. Hearing my quiet sobs, Diego's tone softened. "Hey, why are you crying? The principal position is gone, but there's still a place for you here. Just come back." Listening to his reassurance, my tears flowed even harder. Five years ago, I played Chopin's "The Farewell Waltz" in this piano shop. I never imagined that the sadness in the music would someday mirror my heartbreak, as if everything had been destined. Just then, my phone buzzed with a text from my lawyer. "Ms. Tucker, your divorce documents are ready and have been sent to your email. Please check them at your convenience."

I was the pet who barked, and the pet had been put back in its cage. "Now, to answer your question. Do I feel the same things you feel for me?" His thumbs stroked slow circles into my cheeks while he held my face between his palms like something breakable he was choosing to test the weight of. I wanted to wrench away. I was exhausted down to the calcium in my bones. This was going to be how my first heartbreak happened — not in some sweeping tragedy but standing in a man's bedroom in my socks, getting dissected by a silver-eyed predator in grey sweatpants while tears spilled hot down my wrists. I braced. I braced—

My ribs feel cracked from the inside, each heartbeat a reminder that I'm still alive while others aren't. Clambering out of bed, I stumble toward the bathroom and yank open the medicine cabinet. Dr. Szabó's sedatives rattle in their prescription bottle— little white pills that promise peace but deliver only temporary numbness. I swallow two, then another pair for good measure. But chemicals can't shake the mind-numbing grief. I've lost two children now. And Tamara— the woman who means more to me than she should, more than is safe— fights for her life in a sterile hospital room while infection threatens to take her too.

I was deciding. Chapter 25 POV: Lydia Hart I used to think heartbreak was loud. I imagined screaming matches, shattered glass, mascara streaked down my face as I sobbed into the arms of well-meaning friends. I thought pain announced itself, demanded attention, made itself impossible to ignore. I was wrong. Heartbreak is quiet. It sits with you at dawn when the city is still half-asleep and the world hasn’t yet decided whether it’s going to be kind. It breathes beside you like an unwanted companion. It doesn’t rush. It waits.