All Chapters of Break The Priest's heart: Chapter 11 - Chapter 18

"I'm home," I called out, setting my grocery bags down as I entered the house."Ate!" my sister greeted me, immediately turning off the TV to help with the bags. It had been a long time since my last visit. My job was so far away, making it difficult to find the time."How are you doing?" I asked."I'm okay, Ate.""You look like you've lost weight," I said, glancing at her stomach. "Did you have a check-up?""Yes, earlier today.""What did the doctor say?" I asked, putting the groceries away in the fridge. I stopped when I saw a pink box I'd sent her last week still sitting on the counter."He said everything's okay. The baby is strong." She touched her stomach gently."That's a good sign." I smiled at her, but something about her movements seemed off. I had asked my bodyguards earlier, and they said no one strange had been around the house. I even have cameras on my phone to monitor her before and after work."What's wrong?" I asked, my brow furrowing as I noticed tears welling in her

Every day with him was like fireworks exploding from the inside out. To be honest, it wasn't easy to accommodate his length. My head would spin, and my core would ache with pleasure every time I moved. Even breathing felt like a struggle I had to pay for with my life. I had a fever the next day and almost ended up in the hospital the night I woke up, but with the help of lubricates and his long, slim fingers, he became the remedy to all the complaints my body was making. It was insane; 'rest' didn't seem to be in his vocabulary. Was his desire really that intense for him to go at it so relentlessly?I bathed myself, as I still had work to do and had to clean myself of Gabriel's presence. I went to his closet to look for something to wear. I grimaced when I noticed all his clothes were in just three colors: gray, black, and white. I shook my head and pulled a white polo from the neatly arranged pile. I looked in the mirror, wondering how I would cover the marks he had left on my skin. T

Today was our first and, hopefully, last day on the island. The management had changed the entire show; the planned three-month run was cut down to two, which was very good news. The only bad news was the two people with me. We were supposed to be a team of three, but Gab insisted on tagging along. The two of them seemed inseparable, and I saw them together everywhere."Charith Gunawardena," I read the name of my customer. There was nothing else written there, not his age or even his nationality."Did you know that 'Charith' means 'character' or 'conduct'? And 'Gunawardena' means 'one who increases in virtue'. 'Guna' means virtue, and 'wardena' means 'flourishing' or 'increasing'. So when you combine those two words, it means 'one who increases in virtue'," Gabriel said, offering a sudden piece of trivia."It's a beautiful name," our fellow chef agreed."You know so much, don't you?" I said to Gabriel."Not really, I just read that when I was eight years old.""Your memory is sharp, hu

"Chant, stop." The words were a low growl, ripped from deep in his chest. His jaw was clenched, the muscles working furiously as if he were fighting a physical battle with himself. From where I was kneeling, a flicker of something—a mix of awe and contempt—curled my lips. "Are you sure you don't like this?" My voice was as cool as a stone, edged with a casual cruelty I didn't know I possessed.He didn't meet my eyes as he reached down to help me to my feet. "Yes, I'm sure." A sudden, hot rush of shame flooded me. I hadn't expected him to refuse. I had miscalculated. He guided me to a large rock and sat me down. I watched, silent and mortified, as he brushed the sand that clung to my skin. Afterward, he settled beside me, but the distance he put between us was a chasm. "Ask what you want to know," he began, his gaze fixed on the beautiful ocean, its surface a sheet of liquid crystal under the moon's reflection."Who was it that ruined my sister?" My question was a shard of glass, direct