All Chapters of Lost And Found Hearts: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter Twenty-One:I left my house to the address James sent to me.I step out of the car when I grtt there and I immediately feels the cold nipping at me as I pulls my coat tighter. I stare at the small café in front of me-my heart pounds inside my chest. I can see James Carter already seated inside, his face hidden behind a newspaper as he said he would be.I take a deep breath and push the door open. The bell above chimes softly, but it seems to echo inside my head like a warning. No turning back now.James lift his head to look at me as I approach, he unfolds the paper and set it aside His expression is blank but that doesn't matter to me, what I need right now is answer and I think he's the only one who can provide the information I want.“Marie” he says as I move closer to him.I sit taking a seat opposite him. “James” I say, my voice barely a whisper, “You know I am here right? I need you to tell me everything you know. Everything you know that includes Nolan and Leo, please

Chapter Twenty Three"This is a war I am scared of middling into. Leo is fighting you because of a case you know nothing about..your father actually made him go bankrupt. I can't tell how but that was what I heard from James"Nolan's face suddenly hardens, his eyes widen in shock. “My father? I do not understand, what does my father has dto do with this” he says, “My father doesn't even know I am friend with bim. What does my father have to do with Leo's father going bankrupt? I don't understand”I take a deep breath, steady myself for what I'm about to reveal. “That's what James told me. He told me that Leo's hatred for you isn't just some personal things. It was when you visited him at his house and when the mother saw you he explained everything to Leo. Your father and his father are once business partner and one thing or the other leads to his father bankrupt”Nolan glares at me, his jaws set tight and tension buzzing in his body. "That doesn't make sense. My father never said a

Chapter Twenty-Five As we get home, I really do not want to engage in NY conversation for now I just want to rest and sleep. Probably, when I wake up then I can start processing everything that's happening from the start. But for now, I need to cool my brain.I am in the bedroom while Nolan comes inside. “You aren't sleeping yet” he says when he sees my eyes open a little, “I want to talk to you.His voice is gentle and that makes me very curious about what he has to say I nod, even when I am unsure of what he wants to say.I sit right, wanting to pay attentions to what he has to say. “I have actually been thinking about everything, about Leo and about us. I don't want to feel like you are being used or being played. I don't want you to think that I don't love you because I knew I have hurt you, hurt you by lying”I raise an eyebrow, I am very confused, “Nolan, I know you are trying to protect me, I know….He interrupts, stepping closer. “But it’s not just about protection, Marie. I

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Broken Promise Nolan stands at the altar, his eyes fixed on the large wooden doors at the far end of the aisle. He is wearing a crisp black suit, everything from the crease in his trousers to the glint on his cufflinks perfect for this moment. The hum of the guests speaks volumes of the palpable excitement in the air. But it isn't anticipation that makes Nolan's heart beat furiously inside his chest-it's something far darker. She ought to have been here by now. He looks at his wristwatch, and his stomach starts to knot up. Fifteen minutes past time. Every second felt as though it's dragging so hard, the sound of ticking a bit dreadful. Nolan can feel the piercing weight of the crowd's gaze, the way they quickly exchange nervous glances as the silence continues to stretch on. He digs his phone from his pocket, his quick, nimble fingers dialing Marie's number. He presses the phone to his ear, praying to hear her voice, soft reassurances that she's on her way

Chapter Twenty NineIt's a cold morning, and I am taking my son to school. He's lagging behind me as we are approaching his school. I glance at my watch, swearing under my breath. I don't want him to be going to school late, and I still don't know if I'll be going to work.“Come on, Simeon, we're already late!" I prod, tugging his small hand gently, yet his steps drag with distractions.“Mum, I don't want to go to school” he says, scrunching his face.I look at his face and I figure out that there's something bothering him. I'll find out when he gets home after school, not now.I pause for a moment, lowering myself to his level. "What's wrong? Are you feeling sick?" I place my hand on his forehead, but he is cool; no fever.He shakes his head, pouting. "No, I just. I don't want to go today.“I sigh and nuzzle his arm softly. "I know you don't feel like it today, but you have to. How about we get some ice cream after school, hmm? You can pick the flavor."That perks him up some, and he