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Then my mind wanders off to Antonio words: "Is not really the matter of being a softy dumbass. I just find the story similar to what happened to you. I'm dead serious! You've got to read this book, perhaps after reading you can tell me if I was wrong or right" I don't know when my fingers has typed the title of the book and it's author and now I was at A****n Kindle page. In the page, the book cover is designed with white background and then it had a broken shaped hearts on the background with the title written in red 'Shattered Hearts' and it's author name below the cover Micaela Alvarado. Seeing this book again sent turbulence to my heart like in the afternoon when I'd seen it.

All I cared about at this point was checking to see just many people allowed themselves to get brainwashed by this damn blogger! @JustTryingToBreathe “Some will men break you, then call you dramatic for bleeding. Stay strong, sis.” @AnonymousTruths “He doesn’t deserve you. None of them do.” @GodStillSeesYou “Even glass cuts when it shatters. Don’t forget that.” @BurntToastWife “I used to set the table too. I stopped. He didn’t even notice.” @PagesIWon’tDelete “The way this hit me?? I felt every single line. Please don’t stop writing.”

I read until the sun came up and my tears ran dry. And I understood, finally, why Dante Marchetti's eyes were so cold. He'd married the daughter of his nightmares. And now we were both trapped in a house built on lies and blood.

He would have to be extremely careful from now on, as any misstep could easily become fatal. The attacker was Cecilia. She had been immediately subdued and arrested by the police at the scene. During the interrogation afterward, I learned about her motive. It turned out Cecilia's life had been miserable lately. Evan had long since grown disgusted with her and actively sabotaged her in business circles, nearly driving her to ruin. She repeatedly begged Evan for forgiveness, desperately hoping to regain his affection and return to his side. But Evan coldly rejected her. He warned her, "You hurt Rebecca. I'll never trust you again."

Said he didn’t know what he was doing, but he showed up every morning anyway. That was enough. And me? I moved out of the city. Not far. Just enough to feel the air shift—to breathe a little deeper. The nights were quieter out here. The stars were clearer. I found a job at a small bookstore that always smelled like coffee and old pages. It was the kind of place where time slowed down. It was peaceful. It was mine. I started writing again. Not about Damien. Not yet. Maybe not ever. But about hope. About beginnings. About the kind of love that survives even after everything burns down.

It didn’t subdue the fire in me. I was beyond angry as I hurled the glass against the wall. It shattered in an instant, pieces splintering in all directions, shining in the low lights like tiny knives. I ran a hand down my face, exhaling heavily. I shouldn’t have let her push me this far. I shouldn’t have let her get to me like that.

She was crying silently. "That is the worst part. I want you to know. I want you to know the worst part, because I do not want to ever be in a room with you again pretending I am a better man than I was. For six months, I forgot you. And I have been paying for that forgetting for almost three years. And I am going to pay for it for the rest of my life." "Damien." "Do not forgive me yet. Do not forgive me. I have not earned it."

I leaned against his truck and closed my eyes, all I could think about was the last time I was here. “I'm so tired of everyone trying to help me! I'm Fine!” I yelled at Dr. Walker “Mrs. Hill what you've gone through”, “Don't…. Don't you tell me what I've gone through” I sneer through my gritted teeth interrupting him and not caring. My heart was physically broken, “Stop calling me Mrs. Hill, he's gone! She's Gone! and No amount of drugs is going to change that!” my body shaking with anger. I didn't care anymore who heard me or saw me. I was so tired of all the whisperings as I walked by or how people would stop talking when I entered a room. I was sick of people hugging me, I swear if anothe

Shattered Mate Bond: Book 2 Broken and Listening Sera pov The voices filtered through the haze of medication like radio stations cutting in and out. Male. Deep. Familiar in a way that made my chest ache even through the fog of painkillers. Aiden. My mate. The one who didn't want me.

[This chapter contains mature content‼️, please skip if you are uncomfortable reading it.] Lucas Hayes pushed her towards his bedroom with so much urgency. He pushed her towards the wall as his hands grabbed her boobs. He was too rough in his actions. Elaina Moore was mourning loudly from the pleasure she was receiving. He pushed her on the big bed and then tore her dress into shreds.