Hearts of melted Ice

Hearts of melted Ice

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"You don't understand what I did for you, Aryan. You don't know what I did to protect you. I- I stayed at that house longer than necessary so I could protect you a little longer." Lynne's voice breaks at the end, but she holds her face stoically. "I did everything I could. And I know it wasn't enough." *** Her life is not one of fairy tales or storybooks. It is one of pain. Of loss and grief. But most of all, of sheer misery. Her story is not easy to tell. As life goes everyone has an opinion, everyone has their side to tell. Every story has good and evil. Sometimes that line is blurry though. In Lynne's life evil dominated. It loomed over her head as she works hard to protect her family. Evil broke her bones while she bled. In Lynne's life, you had to work for happiness. For love. There was always a monster ready to make her life living hell. Her father was the first one, he locked her mother up, tortured and manipulated her while abusing her brothers. Even after getting away from him, and leaving her brothers behind, her torture continued. Behind closed doors and heavy locks. For years men tried to break her. Steal the last piece of fire resting in her bones. But they couldn't, no one could. The ice around her heart doesn't break. No one can melt her heart. That was Lynne's way of living, alone. Cold. Lynne was patient for a long time. But sometimes that patience runs out and the consequences follow. Now, Lynne is reunited with her family because of their Father's tragic death. Lynne needs to let her brothers back in her heart after being apart for years. Will she be able to tell them what she has never told a soul? Can Lynne help her brothers after years of abuse? Can she find it within herself to melt the ice around her heart? *** Still rewriting.
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They said she died peacefully. That's what they always say, don't they? When someone slips away in a hospital bed - when the machines stop beeping, and the room goes quiet except for the sigh of grief no one dares to release. Peaceful. Like death is ever kind. I was five. Too young to understand why my mother wasn't waking up. Too small to make sense of the nurses whispering in the hallway or the way they looked at me, like I was already a problem they didn't know how to solve. Her name was Rebecca. She was twenty-five. And her blood betrayed her. They said it was cancer. Aggressive. Silent. A thief in the bloodstream. By the time they caught it, it had already taken everything. I was all she had. And when she left, I had no one. No father. No family. Just a name I couldn't pronounce, and a world I didn't belong to. The system chewed me up und spat me out. Foster homes. Group homes. Back and forth like a package No one ordered. Smiles that didn't last. Promises that broke before they were even spoken. Every time someone tried to "fix" me, I'd break first, make sure they knew I was no one's charity case. No one's second chance. Eventually they stopped trying. I got older. Quieter. I stopped waiting to be rescued and started fighting instead. Literally. Underground rings don't ask for backstories. Just fists. Blood. And that, at least, I could give them. Then one night, seventeen years into this messy life, someone knocked on my door. A stranger. Two of them, actually. His name was marcello Mariano a man claiming to be my father, a man I'd only ever heard of in headlines. CEO. Businessman. Untouchable. I knew his face from magazines. I knew his name from rumors. But I didn't know why he'd come for me. Or what kind of danger was following him. All I knew was that everything I thought I knew about my life... Was a lie. And now the weight I never asked for is trying to pull me under. But I won't drown. Not again.

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