All Chapters of Thorns of the Heart: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Madison's POVI stood at the other end of the street, watching the light from the club spill through its windows and the muffled sounds coming from inside the building. I didn't want to be here. My mind calculated a thousand other things I'd rather be doing as I rocked from one foot to the other, and one of them was being curled up in bed, crying.My life was currently a mess and even though everyone acted like it wasn't my fault, I couldn't help but blame myself. Maybe if I hadn't been away for too long, I would have noticed that the business was struggling, and maybe my father wouldn't have had to bear the burdens by himself till his last breath. Regardless of how many times I tried to forget about it, I couldn't get rid of the self-loathing and guilt that plagued my heart."I really do not want to be here, Sophie," I mumbled tiredly, turning away from the light, but her firm grip kept me from moving further."I understand, Maddy, but for how long are you going to be miserable?" she

Madison's POVYesterday was a mistake. As I drove back home with Andy from the club, I tried to pretend like there was nothing wrong with what I did, but the regrets kept looming. I had prayed that the regrets would be gone by morning dissipated, but I lied. If anything, the wave of disgust I was feeling was overwhelming.My goals were clearly spelled out when I returned, and it definitely wasn't supposed to start with a one night stand with a stranger. A stranger that was forcing himself into my dreams, and gave me one of the best sexual experiences of my life. This was messed up and I had no one else to blame for it but myself. Maybe, I had a knack for screwing things up.The door of my room flew open, startling me from my thoughts as Gemina stood at the entrance; her face contoured into a scowl that made her deep blue eyes less kind."I don't think you should still be in bed by now, Maddy," she pouted.“I wasn't even asleep, Gem, and I don't think that's the best way to speak to yo

Tyler's POV The quiet aftermath of Madison's departure weighed heavily on me. Her form receding in the distance left an indescribable emptiness, a gap that I hadn't anticipated. I found myself pondering over the unexplainable force that drew me to her. It was more than mere physical attraction; it was as though some invisible bond tethered us together. Behind the wheel of my car, I retraced the path back home, but my thoughts remained trapped in the club, replaying every second of our unexpected alliance. Each revelation seemed to strike me like thunder, leaving me entangled in a storm of emotion. Alongside the excitement, fear lurked, for I couldn't escape the daunting prospect of confronting my parents. As I continued to drive, my thoughts were fixated on the impending storm I'd face with my parents. I knew my mother, in particular, would not take this revelation lightly. She had always held Brenda in high regard, and marrying Madison was certainly not part of her grand plan. How

Tyler’s POV The silence that followed Madison’s abrupt departure was thick with tension, like a storm brewing on the horizon. My mother’s disapproving gaze bore into me, her unspoken disapproval casting a long shadow over the room. In that charged moment, I couldn’t contain the torrent of emotions that surged within me. I pushed my chair back abruptly, its legs scraping harshly against the floor, the sound a jarring contrast to the hushed atmosphere. My mother’s words, echoing her thinly veiled threat, reverberated in my mind. “You will lose your entire inheritance if you move an inch,” she had warned. For a brief, heart-stopping moment, I was struck by the weight of her words. The inheritance had always been the safety net, the ultimate insurance policy that had made me tread carefully around my family’s expectations. It had been the invisible shackle that tied me to their plans and desires. However, in that pivotal moment, I could no longer be held hostage by the promise of weal

Madison's POV The following morning, I found myself in Tyler’s lavish and unfamiliar home. As my eyes fluttered open, I couldn’t help but marvel at the grandeur that surrounded me. This was my first time here, and it was nothing short of impressive. The luxury of the place left me in awe. Tyler’s bedroom exuded luxury and grandeur. The centerpiece was an enormous intricately carved wooden bed draped with silk curtains. A chandelier cast a warm glow, illuminating elegant artwork adorning the walls. The room was pristine and designed for relaxation. Plush armchairs by large windows offered a cozy spot, and a mahogany dressing table showcased Tyler’s refined taste and love for the finer things in life. It was a world far from my own, now unexpectedly entwined with my life. My initial surprise was quickly replaced by a realization. I had passed out the night before out of sheer exhaustion, following the intense make-out session we’d shared. Despite the chaos and heartache from the pr