Romans & histoires War Of Her Heart Book

A deal. And yet, it already feels like a war.

Calculating. She felt his promise like ice on her skin: You’re mine. Not theirs. Her stomach twisted. Because at the same time, Alessio’s hand tightened on her chin, Gabriel’s lips brushed her scar, and she felt their promise too: You’re ours. Forever. The war wasn’t for the docks. It wasn’t for the empire. It was for her. And she didn’t know if she wanted to be saved—or devoured.

“By knowing it’s not just my heart on the line, but all of ours. The kingdom’s heartbeat now beats with mine — and I will fight to protect it.” The glowing tattoo on her wrist flared once more, brighter than before, and then settled into a steady pulse. The ancient ones, now fully present, bowed their heads in silent blessing. A hush fell over the gathered crowd. Then, from the shadows, Mira stepped forward, her voice steady and clear. “The sacrifice of the heart has forged a new path. The war may have ended, but the true battle for peace begins now.” Elara’s lips curved in a bittersweet smile. “Let this be the legacy we leave — not of power taken, but of love given freely, even when it cost

Moving. She closed her eyes, heart racing. It had begun. The war. The unraveling. The reckoning.

The door opened, and my breath caught in my throat. It was Helen. Helen—my best friend. I stared in disbelief as she smiled warmly and let him inside. My legs felt like they might give out, but I forced myself to move closer. I crept toward the window, careful to stay out of sight. Inside, they were standing close, too close. Helen’s hands brushed against his chest, and then he pulled her into his arms. Their lips met in a kiss so passionate it made my stomach turn. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t look away.

“That’s exactly where you’re wrong.” Her breath caught. “This war isn’t won by mercy. It isn’t won by leverage. It’s won by showing no one they can cross us and survive. If that makes me a monster, fine. I’ll be the monster.” Her hands lifted, pressing against my chest, right over my heart. “And what happens when there’s nothing left of you for me to love?” Her words struck deeper than any blade. I closed the distance, catching her wrist, holding it to my chest. “Then pray the war ends before that day comes.”

Their wedding had been a legendary affair, attended by every notable figure in the city. Whispers erupted around them at once. Matthew tightened his grip on Danielle's waist and frowned. "Ms. Landry, you're not needed here. Go back to the office." Meghan ran off in tears under the judgmental glares of the guests. Matthew gave Danielle a gentle kiss on her forehead and guided her to their seats, but she could clearly sense his irritation. As several items went under the hammer, his gaze drifted, and his leg bounced restlessly beneath the table. When the gem known as Radiant Heart appeared, Matthew raised his paddle and placed an aggressive bid. He then stood up to excuse himself. "Danielle, I

“A daughter’s word carries weight. It creates doubt. It’s a stain that won’t wash out.” I knew he was right. Gabriel had found our one, unguarded spot, and he had driven a knife into it, twisting. We were back in the war. But the battlefield had changed. It was no longer about evidence or media spin. It was about the heart of a girl, and the soul of a man. And the enemy held the high ground. We walked back to our apartment, to our beautiful, fragile new life. The storm wasn’t over. It had just found a new direction to blow from.

The girl who had once begged Damon for scraps of affection. Who had died with his name in her mouth. “Falling for them,” I finished, the admission barely a breath. The basin’s surface rippled faintly as if the words had weight. My knees felt weak. Not from magic this time. From the terrifying realization that the war outside wasn’t the only one I was fighting. There was another battle line drawn inside my own chest. And this time, fate wasn’t the only one holding a sword. My heart was too.