The Foreigner Who Stole His Heart

The Foreigner Who Stole His Heart

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•• The Great Wall, Commander Chen love story•• A six month voyage across the hot, dry, bone filled desert. A mission to find and trade the substance that can turn air into fire, that could win Wars and be made into monstrous weapons. A six month venture that had lead Tovar, William Grain, and Anna Grain all into a war they did not sign up for. Anna Grain is the younger sister of William, she was trained in the way of a sword, can find nothing better to do than fight. Anna fights and has fought along side her brother and her dearest friend (and perhaps love interest) Tovar for as long as she can remember. For she never fit in with the normal population of women. When she stumbles across the wall, and a war she wishes no part in, she too stumbles upon a love she has no interest in. A love in which she had stolen a mans heart, that man being one of the high Commanders of The Nameless Order. What happens when jealously strikes just as deep as the toe tail? What happens when you unexpectedly fall deeply in love?
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Xu Chenglei is a man forged in violence and silence, a survivor of a world that chewed up the weak and made monsters out of the strong. Born into a brutal underground system where life was a currency and love a liability, Xu learned early that emotion was dangerous-but he never forgot how to feel it. Not completely. Powerful, cold, and precise, Xu moves like a blade honed for war-disciplined, lethal, and unreadable. He wears gloves not for style, but necessity; the touch of skin brings him pain, memories, or worse. A past trauma-deep, unspoken, and unresolved-has carved into his nervous system a psychosomatic aversion to touch, leaving intimacy a battleground instead of a comfort. Still, he holds himself with unwavering control, a king in a fortress of his own making. And yet-beneath the armor-there is grief. Guilt. Memory. A boy once dear to him who chose death so Xu could live. That sacrifice haunts him, not as a ghost, but as a debt. Now, at twenty-nine, Xu is powerful enough to own anything, yet emptier than ever. When Liang Weiyang-a sickly, sharp-eyed teenager who eerily resembles his long-dead friend-is sold into his care, Xu is shaken. He tells himself it's coincidence. He tells himself it's pity. But what stirs in him isn't pity. It's a hunger to protect, to atone, to keep this boy safe in a way he couldn't before. It's a slow, unraveling tenderness-a kind of love that terrifies him more than any blade. Xu doesn't know if Liang is a second chance or a punishment. All he knows is he will destroy anything that threatens him. Even himself. ---

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