The Broken Heiress

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People think love is the hardest part. They are wrong. Love is easy when it arrives dressed in stolen glances, reckless kisses, and the kind of desire that makes the rest of the world disappear. Love is easy when someone looks at you like you are the only person in the room. Love is easy when danger makes every touch feel sharper, every heartbeat louder. Trust is harder. Trust asks for more than passion ever does. It asks you to hand someone the sharpest parts of yourself and believe they will not use them against you. I thought I knew what betrayal looked like. I thought it was lies whispered by boys who pretended to love me. I thought it was families who traded daughters like contracts. I thought it was enemies hiding in shadows. Then I fell in love with Aaron Hawthorne. The man who protected me. The man who challenged me. The man who kissed me like war and worship in the same breath.The man I chose. And choosing him was the moment everything truly began. Because loving Aaron was never the problem. Trusting him was. They call me the heiress. They call us the golden couple. They call our future untouchable. But crowns are heavy things. And sometimes the people who place them on your head are the same ones waiting to watch you fall. This is the story of what happened after the fairytale ending. This is the story of how love survived- and how trust did not

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Pages: 162, Paperback, Gemma Mossop