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Aurora
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2025-02-09 10:11:38
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HEARTBREAKER war
Empire of Ash and BloodRuling an empire with a sharp blade and an iron fist. A contradiction, yet a necessity.Andrea Morelli arrives in the late afternoon, a calculated hour when the sun hangs low, casting long shadows across the cobblestone driveway. His men follow in tight formation, their suits crisp, their hands never straying too far from their holsters.Like the kind that stole my father from me. Like the kind that forced me into this life before I even had a chance to choose.The stories of how I built my empire from the smoldering embers of war still linger in every alley and whispered conversation in this city. I was careful never to let the chaos spill over into a full-scale bloodbath—New York had already burned once at the hands of the Agostis. But I made sure that anyone who dared cross me understood exactly what kind of power I wielded.And now, it seems Riccardo Agosti wants a reminder.Andrea meets my gaze, his expression unreadable. His men shift subtly, a silent lan
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-09HEARTBREAKER love
I am happily lost in the pages of my latest borrowed novel when the door to our bedroom creaks open. My fingers still in the soft sheets, anxiety prickling at the back of my mind.Lucian strides in, his broad shoulders tense, his jaw set in a grim line. My easy smile falters. Something is wrong.I close my book and set it on the nightstand, watching him carefully. He doesn’t speak right away, inhaling deeply as if bracing himself for something unpleasant.“I need to talk to you,” he says at last, his voice low, grave.Gone is the quiet warmth of yesterday, the easy affection we shared. My stomach tightens.“What’s happened?” I ask, forcing my tone to remain light, unconcerned, though my heart is already pounding.His gaze is ice when it meets mine. “I handed your father over to Andrea Morelli.”The words hit me like a slap.I blink once. Twice. Three times. A sharp chill runs down my spine.“You… what?” My voice is barely a whisper.Lucian doesn’t flinch. “That was the price for Morel
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-09HEARTBREAKER Apology
The barn reeks of blood, sweat, and something fouler—something that makes my stomach curl in disgust. Aldo's body trembles against the ropes that bind him to the chair, his head lolling forward, his breath shallow. His shirt, once white, is torn and soaked in blood, clinging to his heaving chest. His boxers, stained and wrinkled, barely cling to his frame. I wrinkle my nose.At one point, I had feared this man. He was a towering figure in my nightmares, a shadow that loomed over me no matter how far I ran. But now? Now he’s just a sack of meat, barely holding on to life."Enough… f-finish it," he groans, his voice barely above a whisper.I tilt my head, watching as his blood pools around his feet. "You don’t get to make demands here," I murmur, dragging the tip of my knife down the inside of his thighs, slow and deliberate. The blade bites into flesh, and he lets out a strangled cry. "Oops," I mutter, watching the crimson pour faster. "Looks like I nicked something important. My bad."
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-09HEARTBREAKER Tension
Lucian’s POVAurora storms past me, the scent of blood and sweat lingering in the air between us. She peels off her ruined clothes as she moves, each motion sharp, unrelenting.I should stop her. Say something. Anything.But I don’t.I can only watch as she disappears into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her with enough force to make the frame tremble. My fists clench at my sides, the echo of that door slamming reverberating through my skull.She’s still a puzzle I can’t quite solve. A mosaic of contradictions. One moment a blushing angel, the next a bloodstained demon.And God help me—I want her.I drag a hand through my hair, pacing backward until I reach the edge of the bed and sink down, undoing the top buttons of my shirt with stiff fingers. Control has always been my strength, my ability to read people, predict their every move before they even consider making it.But her?Aurora defies all logic. A wildfire I can’t contain. A storm I have no choice but to weather.The si
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-09HEARTBREAKER Together
I can’t keep the smug grin off my face as I tilt my chin up, meeting Lucian’s piercing gaze with a quiet challenge. My heart pounds, but I fight to keep my expression neutral. He’s watching me carefully, his sharp features unreadable, though I know I’ve stoked a fire in him. That was the point.Then suddenly, he stands. The legs of his chair scrape against the polished hardwood, the sound sharp in the quiet room. My stomach tightens, anticipation curling low in my belly. I’ve spent the entire morning pushing him, daring him, and now, I know he’s reached his limit.“Come with me.” His tone is firm, leaving no room for argument.I rise without hesitation, following him out of the dining room. My pulse thrums with excitement as he leads me upstairs, his pace controlled, purposeful. When we step into our bedroom, he shuts the door behind us with a quiet click.I don’t move. I wait for him in the center of the room, my body already attuned to his presence, my breath uneven with expectation
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-09HEARTBREAKER expensive lust
The city that never sleeps stretches out below me, glittering with a deceptive kind of beauty. From my vantage point on the rooftop of a crumbling apartment building, I watch as the last rays of sunlight dip below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of fire and blood. It’s a fitting omen for the night ahead.It’s been almost a week since Aurora walked into our meeting and proved herself in a way that left even the most hardened men in my ranks wary. Her plan to cripple the Agostis was ruthless, methodical—genius, really. Since then, we’ve spent our nights gathering intelligence, strategizing, preparing for this very moment.Now, as I stand here, I realize something unexpected. I’m ready for this to be over—not just because I want victory, but because I want to go home to my wife. That thought alone should be unsettling. This life, this chaos, used to be what made me feel most alive. The thrill of wielding power, crushing my enemies. But now… now I feel something else entirely. Whe
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-09HEARTBREAKER yield
It’s late afternoon by the time my husband drags me from bed with the promise of hot coffee. I don’t know how he manages to look his usual sharp, handsome self when we were up until the early hours of the morning. Maybe his secret is just an insatiable bloodthirst.I, on the other hand, am bleary-eyed and only half-conscious as we settle at the breakfast bar with espressos and toasted paninis, courtesy of a chipper Chiara.“I don’t know how you’re managing that,” I mumble around a mouthful of food, squinting at Lucian. “Teach me your secrets for eternal energy.”He chuckles, squeezing my leg under the table. The casual affection sends my heart fluttering despite my exhaustion.“I’ve been thinking,” he says, his tone deceptively light. “You’ve made it clear you want to be more involved in what I do going forward…” He takes a sip of his espresso, watching me carefully. “Would you like to join me when I interrogate Luca?”My grip tightens around my cup. The invitation is unexpected, but
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-09HEARTBREAKER Love
As soon as my top button is fastened, I swing my legs off the bed and storm toward the door—only to stop short. No, that’s too impulsive. I need a plan. Something more calculated. More extreme.Lucian has been avoiding me. Not just in the quiet, sulking way men sometimes do when they’re angry, but with deliberate precision. Rolling out of bed at the crack of dawn, locking himself in his office for hours, and only gracing me with his presence when duty requires it. And at night? He sleeps two feet away as if the very thought of touching me is repellent.I should ignore him. Let him stew in whatever storm brews behind those dark eyes. But I can feel the rage simmering under his restraint, growing stronger each time I turn my back on him in bed. It’s not enough to get a rise out of him. Not yet.So, maybe I need to escalate things.I’ve spent the last few days in silent defiance, but clearly, Lucian won’t cave. I’m running out of options. I can’t force him to let me leave—I don’t exactly
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-10
Bab terbaru
HEARTBREAKER Anger
The soft glow of lanterns bathed the grand chamber in golden light, flickering against the darkened windows. A heavy silence loomed, broken only by the steady rhythm of breathing. Kiara sat by the bedside, her hands resting gently over the cold fingers of the man lying before her. Verion’s chest rose and fell with a fragile rhythm, as if his very existence was hanging by a thread. Then—his breath hitched. A sharp inhale. His fingers twitched under Kiara’s touch. She straightened instantly, her eyes wide. "Verion?" A deep groan escaped his lips as his eyelids fluttered open. His golden irises, once sharp and full of knowledge, now held nothing but confusion. He blinked slowly, adjusting to the dim light, before his gaze settled on her. His brows furrowed. "Who... are you?" The words hit Kiara like a punch to the chest. Her heart squeezed painfully as she searched his face, looking for any sign—any trace of recognition. "Verion, it's me," she whispered, tightening her grip on his
HEARTBREAKER call
A suffocating silence settled between them, thick with unanswered questions. The night air was cold, but Isabelle felt nothing but the burning weight of Collins’ words pressing against her chest. Bound. Trapped. No escape. The words rang in her head like church bells tolling her doom. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she forced herself to stand tall. “I don’t believe you,” she said, her voice sharper than she felt. “I don’t believe in any of this binding nonsense.” Collins didn’t even look surprised. He simply tilted his head, watching her with something close to amusement. “That’s the thing, pookie. It doesn’t matter if you believe it or not.” The doors to the mansion creaked open. A tall man in a dark suit stepped forward, his face eerily blank. “Welcome home, sir. The preparations have been made.” Preparations. A chill ran down Isabelle’s spine. Collins turned back to her, his expression unreadable. “Shall we?” She took a step back, every ins
HEARTBREAKER veron
The soft glow of lanterns bathed the grand chamber in golden light, flickering against the darkened windows. A heavy silence loomed, broken only by the steady rhythm of breathing. Kiara sat by the bedside, her hands resting gently over the cold fingers of the man lying before her. Verion’s chest rose and fell with a fragile rhythm, as if his very existence was hanging by a thread.Then—his breath hitched. A sharp inhale. His fingers twitched under Kiara’s touch.She straightened instantly, her eyes wide. "Verion?"A deep groan escaped his lips as his eyelids fluttered open. His golden irises, once sharp and full of knowledge, now held nothing but confusion. He blinked slowly, adjusting to the dim light, before his gaze settled on her. His brows furrowed."Who... are you?"The words hit Kiara like a punch to the chest. Her heart squeezed painfully as she searched his face, looking for any sign—any trace of recognition."Verion, it's me," she whispered, tightening her grip on his hand.
HEARTBREAKER Bound
A suffocating silence settled between them, thick with unanswered questions. The night air was cold, but Isabelle felt nothing but the burning weight of Collins’ words pressing against her chest.Bound.Trapped.No escape.The words rang in her head like church bells tolling her doom.She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she forced herself to stand tall. “I don’t believe you,” she said, her voice sharper than she felt. “I don’t believe in any of this binding nonsense.”Collins didn’t even look surprised. He simply tilted his head, watching her with something close to amusement. “That’s the thing, pookie. It doesn’t matter if you believe it or not.”The doors to the mansion creaked open.A tall man in a dark suit stepped forward, his face eerily blank. “Welcome home, sir. The preparations have been made.”Preparations.A chill ran down Isabelle’s spine.Collins turned back to her, his expression unreadable. “Shall we?”She took a step back, every instinct screami
HEARTBREAKER escape
The Wedding TrapThe car moved steadily through the darkened streets, leaving behind the glittering lights of the wedding hall. Isabelle sat rigid, her breath shallow, her heart pounding so hard she thought it might crack her ribs. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to run—but there was nowhere to go. Not yet. Not until she understood what Collins had done.The weight of his words lingered in the air like a storm cloud. The rules have activated, cookie.She clenched her fists. “Collins, if you don’t explain what’s going on, I swear I will make your life a living hell.”Collins let out a low laugh, rubbing his temple as if her voice was the real source of his headache. “You’re cute when you’re mad,” he mused.“Try furious.”“Try trapped.” His voice turned flat, void of the drunken playfulness from earlier. His dark eyes flicked toward her, and for the first time that night, she saw something cold lurking beneath them.Isabelle swallowed, but she refused to let him see her fear. “
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Collins attempted to focus on her, his expression a mix of regret and defiance. "None of your business, pookie," he slurred. Isabelle's jaw dropped in disbelief, but before she could respond, Collins staggered up to the altar. The officiant, looking uncomfortable but dutiful, stepped forward to proceed with the ceremony. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today..." the officiant began, but his voice was drowned out by the shocked murmurs of the crowd. Isabelle felt a wave of nausea and dread wash over her as Collins took her hand, his grip unsteady. She could barely focus on the words being spoken, her mind racing with confusion and fear. "Do you, Isabelle, take Collins to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, as long as you both shall live?" the officiant asked. Isabelle hesitated, glancing at the crowd. Her mother, Stacy, and Kelvin all looked at her with worry etched on their faces. She took a deep breath and n
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The officiant nodded respectfully and stepped aside. Isabelle took a deep breath, trying to maintain her composure. The guests began to move toward the reception area, their whispers a constant reminder of the humiliation she was enduring. She felt a mixture of relief and frustration, knowing that she had no choice but to wait for Collins' explanation. Vivian and the other family members stayed close, their faces a mix of concern and curiosity. Isabelle's mother and Stacy flanked her, offering silent support as she tried to navigate the emotional storm brewing inside her. "I can't believe this is happening," Isabelle muttered to Stacy, who gave her a sympathetic smile. "I know it's hard, but we have to trust that Collins has a good reason," Stacy replied. "And remember, we're here for you no matter what." Isabelle nodded, though the knot of anxiety in her stomach refused to loosen. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. The day had been a whirlwind of emotio
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Minutes turned into hours, and yet Collins never appeared. The murmurs from the crowd began as quiet whispers, but soon they grew louder, filling the grand wedding hall with a low hum of gossip and speculation. Isabelle stood at the altar, her heart pounding and her mind racing with confusion and dread. She could feel the stares of the guests, their eyes boring into her with judgment and pity. "What is this man doing?" Isabelle muttered under her breath, her voice trembling. She tightened her hands around the small bouquet she held, the knuckles turning white from the pressure. She felt like she was standing on the edge of a precipice, the ground beneath her feet threatening to give way at any moment. The grand doors of the hall opened, drawing everyone's attention. Isabelle turned to see a group of rich-looking people entering. They carried an air of authority and wealth, their presence commanding immediate respect from those around them. Two older couples and a middle-aged couple wa
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As Isabelle stepped into the grand wedding hall, her eyes fell upon the variety of people who had gathered to witness her union with Collins. The hall was a sea of elegant dresses and sharp suits, with the scent of fresh flowers mingling with the faint hum of conversation. The decorations were breathtaking, a testament to the care and attention that had gone into planning this day. Her gaze drifted over the crowd, and suddenly, she spotted two familiar faces that made her heart skip a beat. Her mother, dressed in a beautiful deep blue gown, stood next to her best friend, Stacy, who was wearing a stunning bridesmaid dress that complemented Isabelle's own bridal gown. The sight of them filled her with a rush of emotions—joy, confusion, and relief all mingling together. Isabelle's eyes widened in surprise. She hadn't seen her mother or Stacy since she had been taken by Collins, and their sudden appearance here at her wedding was both bewildering and comforting. She had worried about them
