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Heart Like Mine A

RENT A HEART

The past week had felt like a lifetime of dodging my own feelings. As I sat at the head of the table, I felt the dam about to break, then the door swung open, and my heart lurched. Chris stood there, a storm cloud personified. His expression was unreadable, but one thing was clear: he wasn't smiling. My staffs exchanged glances, their gazes then focusing on me. "Eve," Chris's voice was low. "We need to talk." The room went silent, thick with nervous energy. The unspoken question hung in the air. "Chris," I said, my voice calm despite my pounding heart, "can this wait? We're in the middle of an important meeting." I wanted him to leave, to deal with this later, on my terms. "No, it can't," he said, stepping into the room. His anger simmered beneath the surface, but there was a visible vulnerability that made my own heart ache. "Please excuse us," I told my staffs, who hurriedly packed and left us alone. "You just left. You left after that night with just empty words on a piece of paper and then went out of the country for a whole week, Eve. A whole week." I was surprised to see him so vulnerable, so angry. It was the first time. It was obvious he was hurt, and I knew I was wrong. He stalked towards me, like a predator, and as he got closer, the anger seemed to flicker, replaced by a different intensity. He stopped in front of me, and then, without warning, his arms wrapped around me, pulling me into a tight, desperate embrace. My breath hitched. I went stiff for a moment, surprised by the contact. Then, almost instantly, my arms went around him, clinging to his strong frame. A mix of emotions flooded me: surprise, relief, and an overwhelming need to simply hold him. I breathed in his familiar scent, a comforting aroma that had been haunting my senses for the last week. He held me tightly, as if afraid I'd vanish if he let go, and I didn't resist. I had dreamed of this. He pulled back, his hands on my shoulders, his gaze searching mine with an intensity that made my heart flutter. The anger lingered, but it was mixed with something else. Something softer. "I missed you terribly," he whispered, the words barely audible, but they resonated through me. ------ Eve, a fashion powerhouse ruling the world's runways, needs a fake boyfriend and fast, to appease her matchmaking mother.   Christopher, a charming, secretive, and dangerously attractive heir to the biggest conglomerate in the country. needs a distraction from his father's unwanted marriage plans. Their solution? A temporary romance brokered through a "rent-a-partner" app. What starts as a mutually beneficial arrangement quickly evolves into a sizzling romance, throw in a jealous childhood crush, a clash of powerful families, and a whirlwind of hilarious misunderstandings, and you've got a recipe for a romance that's as unexpected as it is unforgettable. Will their carefully constructed facade withstand the pressure, or will their fake relationship crumble under the weight of their undeniable, and quite unexpected, love?
Medist_Winnie7 · 11.4K Views

Captivating the Princess's Heart: Die or Be Mine

Staring at the gun pointed at her head, Hannah felt as if she were watching all of her childhood memories. Cold sweat kept dripping down from the smooth skin of her back, making her quiver slightly. "Don't!" she yelled, tears pooling at the corner of her eyes due to being startled almost out of her wits. "S-spare me! Please spare my life!" she begged. Her beautiful eyes, which are struggling so hard as to not let a single tear of hers drop, are looking straight into Ivan's dark ones, looking as if she were pleading for her life. Looking back at her tearful eyes, a mischievous grin appeared on Ivan's lips. His handsome face has a devilish look to it, looking both extremely evil and elegant at the same time. "Why should I? Give me a good reason, and I might be willing to let you live," he asked without moving his gun away from her head. Hearing his words, Hannah's will to survive made her lie within a second. "I-I like you!" she stuttered. Hearing Hannah confess her feelings for him, the small smirk on Ivan's face slowly faded bit by bit. Ivan has indeed told her to think of a good reason for him not to kill her, but not once has he thought that the fair maiden in front of him would suddenly say those words. Withdrawing the gun that was pointed at the girl's head, Ivan placed it on the back part of his waist before he grabbed Hannah's soft cheek with his calloused hands. "You like me?" he asked, gaining a multitude of nods from the girl who was currently looking at the space behind him, avoiding his dark eyes. Unbeknownst to Hannah, a smirk much less mischievous compared to his earlier ones has once again appeared on Ivan's face, and with a wicked glint in his eyes, Ivan spoke. "Prove it" _______________________________________________________________________________________ One day, while she was on a blind date with the son of her brother's business partner, Hannah, the eldest young lady of the Salvador family got kidnapped without anyone knowing. She was brought to the mansion hidden deep within the dense forest on the top of a mountain, and there she met Ivan. The man who looks so simple yet dangerous at the same time releases deadly vibes in him. In her desperation to live, she uttered words that she didn't mean to say. She didn't think twice about saying such words in order to live, but who would have thought that Ivan, the man who smiles like a child while pointing a gun at her head, would take it seriously.
AshnelStar · 21.4K Views

Dare to Be Mine

She hadn’t expected to be cornered like this, not here, not now. His tall frame loomed over her, blocking any escape as he stood inches from her, pinning her to the wall with his presence alone. His hand rested just above her head, his fingers brushing the cool surface of the locker, creating a barrier that trapped her in place. Her breath caught, her heart thundering in her chest as she realized how little space was left between them. His eyes were dark, full of something she couldn’t decipher but desperately wanted to understand. He stared at her, not saying anything at first, just letting the silence stretch between them. She could feel her pulse race, her face flushing, her body frozen, even though she wanted to push him away. “What are you going to do about it?” he asked, his voice smooth, teasing, and filled with a challenge. There was something in the way he spoke, something that made her stomach twist with a mixture of confusion and excitement. She opened her mouth to say something—anything—but the words wouldn’t come. Her hands hung at her sides, unsure whether to push against his chest or hold herself back. She couldn’t tell if she wanted him to step closer or if she just wanted to run far away from the intensity that radiated from him. “Stop…” she murmured, but the word felt too weak, too powerless against the gravity pulling them together. “What do you want from me?” His lips curled into a small, almost predatory smile. “I want you to stop pretending you don’t feel it,” he said softly, his gaze never leaving hers. His closeness was suffocating, but in the most intoxicating way. The tension between them was palpable, like a storm ready to break. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, could hear the steady rhythm of his breathing as if they were the only two people in the world. She wanted to fight back, wanted to be strong and resist, but something in her—something deep inside—kept her rooted to the spot. He was her classmate, the guy everyone knew, the one with that effortless confidence that made all the girls swoon. And now here he was, making her feel things she wasn’t sure how to deal with. Her hands trembled, caught between pushing him away and giving in to the wild, dizzying pull she felt toward him. She was terrified, but there was also a spark of curiosity, of something she couldn’t quite control. “I’m not… ready for this,” she whispered, though her voice shook with uncertainty. “I don’t even know what you’re doing.” He didn’t answer right away, his gaze softening just enough to let her know that he was listening, that he wasn’t in a rush. He leaned in slightly, his breath brushing against her cheek. “I think you do,” he murmured. “You just don’t want to admit it yet.” Amidst the whirlwind of school friendships, and the pressure. Can anyone dare to be open to the possibility with someone who seems so unreachable?
Nero_Zone · 14.2K Views
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