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HEARTBREAKER dangerous
LucianNico huffs beside me, crossing his arms. “Yeah, I’m glad he didn’t get an invite.”I barely register his words. My mind is elsewhere. It has been all night.Aurora.The way she stood her ground at dinner. The way she kept her head held high, even when my mother barely acknowledged her. I should’ve expected it—my mother’s coldness, her disdain—but something about seeing Aurora on the receiving end of it stirred something sharp in my chest.Possession.Anger.Something I don’t want to name.I shake the thought away as we make our way upstairs. Aurora walks beside me, her fingers lightly brushing my bicep once, then pulling away as if she thought better of it. She hasn’t said a word since we left the dining room. I glance at her, but her expression is unreadable.Once inside our bedroom, she moves with quiet purpose, slipping off her heels, unfastening her jewelry, and unzipping her dress with steady fingers. She peels the fabric from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor be
Last Updated : 2025-02-09HEARTBREAKER hesitate
Here's a refined, slower-paced version of your scene, with a deeper focus on emotion, tension, and atmosphere:---LucianNico huffs beside me, crossing his arms. “Yeah, I’m glad he didn’t get an invite.”I barely register his words. My mind is elsewhere. It has been all night.Aurora.The way she stood her ground at dinner. The way she kept her head held high, even when my mother barely acknowledged her. I should’ve expected it—my mother’s coldness, her disdain—but something about seeing Aurora on the receiving end of it stirred something sharp in my chest.Possession.Anger.Something I don’t want to name.I shake the thought away as we make our way upstairs. Aurora walks beside me, her fingers lightly brushing my bicep for the briefest moment before pulling away. Like she thought better of it. Like she caught herself before she could reach for something that wasn't hers to take.She hasn’t said a word since we left the dining room. I glance at her, searching for some sign of what s
Last Updated : 2025-02-09HEARTBREAKER reminder
I had played my role a little too well if she thought I wasn’t already hers.The old priest’s voice droned on, weaving vows steeped in tradition, yet my mind barely registered his words. My focus remained on the woman before me—on every shift in her expression, every flicker of uncertainty that passed through those striking hazel eyes.Aurora’s brow creased ever so slightly, a fleeting frown that anyone else might have missed. But I saw it. She had caught the small hesitation in my grip when Nico placed her hand in mine.I squeezed her fingers, a silent reassurance. She needn’t doubt—she would never have to doubt.She took a steady breath and repeated the vows, her voice clear, unwavering. A queen in her own right. The priest’s words carried through the grand hall, echoing the tenets we held sacred. Family. Loyalty. Power.“I, Aurora Vittoria Luciano, take thee, Lucian Antonio Boncini…”My jaw clenched at the name. Luciano. Her mother’s name. Her grandfather’s name. The name I had ins
Last Updated : 2025-02-09HEARTBREAKER mia cara
"Here, cara mia. Let me tend to those knuckles."Lucian’s voice is low, smooth, but there’s an unspoken warning beneath it—a silent promise that I will not be lied to. He lets me take his champagne flute from his fingers, setting it back on our table before he reaches for my other hand and leads me away from the crowd.His brows furrow, his expression caught between confusion and something sharper. Disapproval, perhaps. I can’t be sure."If this is about Agosti—""You don’t have to do this," I murmur, cutting him off as I gently dab at the blood seeping from a small split in one of his swollen knuckles."Nonsense," I say before he can protest again. "I don’t want you getting blood on my dress."Lucian watches me, his gaze assessing, searching, peeling me apart layer by layer. He says nothing at first, but I can feel the weight of his thoughts pressing against me, as if he’s deciding just how much to reveal. The silence stretches until it becomes its own kind of tension.Then, finally,
Last Updated : 2025-02-09HEARTBREAKER Aurora
A Quiet SurrenderLucian’s voice was a hushed command, his breath warm against her skin. “Open your mouth.”Aurora obeyed without hesitation, her lips parting as he traced his fingers over them, his touch deliberate, slow, worshipful. She shivered beneath him, her pulse thrumming in anticipation.From the moment he first touched her in her father’s kitchen, when his fingertips had barely grazed her wrist, she had known—this man would unravel her. And now, as he stood before her, shedding the last remnants of restraint, she could only stare, drinking in the sight of him.Lucian moved with purpose, his gaze locked onto hers, reading every flicker of hesitation and desire. His fingers skimmed over her bare skin, tracing delicate patterns as if committing her to memory."Relax," he murmured, sensing the tension in her limbs. "I've got you."His hands settled on her hips, grounding her, guiding her. He was patient, watching her reactions, waiting for her body to recognize what her heart al
Last Updated : 2025-02-09HEARTBREAKER 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
Last Updated : 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
Last Updated : 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."
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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. “
HEARTBREAKER 33
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
HEARTBREAKER 32
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
HEARTBREAKER 31
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
HEARTBREAKER 30
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
