All Chapters of HEARTBREAKER: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The night was eerily quiet, the kind of stillness that seemed to hum with hidden anticipation. A lone figure lay in a bed draped in silken sheets, her breath soft and even as she drifted into the sanctuary of sleep. The only light came from the faint glow of the moon filtering through the grand windows, casting delicate patterns across the room. The air was heavy with the scent of lavender, a scent meant to lull even the most troubled mind into slumber. But that peace was shattered by the blaring sound of a phone. The princess stirred, her delicate fingers reaching out lazily for the device. The screen was a harsh contrast against the dark, and she squinted as the brightness flooded her sleepy vision. A series of messages awaited her, their notifications relentless. She sighed, a sense of dread settling in the pit of her stomach as she read the texts. Of course, it was them. Who else could it be at this ungodly hour? Her so-called best friends since high school—Ashley and Abigael. T

The door clicked softly behind her, sealing Aurora in the silence of her room. She took a few steps, each one feeling heavier, her chest tightening as she tried to gather her thoughts. Her heart was pounding, raw and exposed, as the magnitude of her father’s words replayed in her mind. The walls of her room, once her haven, now felt like a cage.Aurora moved slowly to her bed, almost as if in a trance, and sat on its edge, hands gripping the coverlet. Her gaze drifted to the distant mountains outside her window, the sun slipping below the horizon, painting the sky in colours that felt too beautiful, too serene for the storm raging inside her. A single tear slipped down her cheek, and then another, until her quiet grief gave way to soft, broken sobs that filled the silence.She had been taught to carry herself with grace and strength, to stand tall as the future leader of Dysheria. But here, behind closed doors, in the solitude of her own space, she allowed herself to feel. The ache of

Got it! Here’s a smoother, more immersive version with a slower pace and deeper emotional tension.---Lucian"I’ll have Chiara find something for you," I say after a long pause. "Giulia isn’t home at the moment."Aurora doesn't respond right away. She stands there, hands clasped tightly in front of her, shoulders squared like she’s waiting for a blow to land. There’s no fear in her eyes, but there’s something else—something unreadable that makes me shift uncomfortably.I don’t like not knowing what’s going on in her head."I have a meeting," I add, stepping back toward the door, giving her space. She exhales softly—relief, maybe? The thought sits uneasily in my chest. I tell myself it doesn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter.This wedding is the culmination of careful planning, of debts and deals brokered in shadows. It has nothing to do with how she feels about it.Still, the way her posture eases when I step away from her stings more than I expect."I’ll come get you later," I say. "I w

LucianI drum my fingers against the polished surface of my desk, the steady rhythm doing little to settle the simmering irritation in my chest. Across from me, Nico drones on about shipment delays, but my attention is elsewhere.Aurora.My jaw tightens as I recall the scene from this morning—the way she stormed downstairs, wrapped in nothing but my robe, like she owned the place. Like she belonged. The sight of her, drowned in the heavy fabric, should have been comical, yet it was anything but. The open front had revealed just enough to send my patience hanging by a thread.I had told myself it didn’t matter. That I had more important things to focus on.But then, out of the corner of my eye, I catch a flash of color beyond the window.I shift, turning my head just enough to see her.And immediately, my fists clench.Aurora has found another robe—if you could even call it that. The sheer fabric is as good as nothing, fluttering in the breeze as she lets it slip from her shoulders, re

The musty scent of hay and aged wood clings to the air, thick with dust and something darker—something that lingers in the corners of my mind long after I wake. The echoes of jeers and rough hands pawing at me fade as I bolt upright, my pulse hammering against my ribs. My wrists ache at the memory of being tied above my head. My own scream still rings in my ears.The sunlight spilling through the window is too warm, too bright, mocking the cold sweat clinging to my skin.A sharp knock at the door makes me flinch.“Aurora?” Chiara’s voice is gentle but firm. I don’t answer right away. I need a moment, a few deep breaths to steady the trembling in my hands before I can face the day.When I finally pull myself together and mumble an acknowledgment, the door swings open, and she steps in with a breakfast tray. Before she can say anything, Giulia breezes in behind her, all effortless energy and purpose.“There you are,” she sings, seizing my hand before I can protest. “Come, come, we have