The Art of Breaking Series #1
She almost had everything-except the one thing she truly needed.
To many, being born into wealth is a blessing. A life of luxury. A privilege. But for Azeia Caelestia Ashviel, it was nothing but a well-decorated prison.
She grew up in a mansion too cold for comfort,
surrounded by gold but never by warmth. She raised by brilliant minds but emotionally absent souls, she learned early that being wanted isn't the same as being loved.
She longed not for jewels, nor dresses, nor grand vacations. She longed to be held without conditions.
To be heard in silence.
To be chosen, not just raised.
But a shadow follows her still, a wound stitched in silence. Nasaktan siya ng taong dugo niya rin ang kulay. Biktima ng sariling pamilya. Her own version of Medusa didn't wear fangs, but wore the same blood. At a young age, she learned that not all monsters live under the bed-some live inside the house. And ever since, she's feared the comfort of men, flinched at softness, and built walls too high to climb.
Yet in two souls found her.
Klea Zielle Illuztre her best friend, gave her something real comfort, loyalty, love. Then came a boy-Xhaevior Jazriel Reid who broke through her walls, quietly overcame her fears, made her feel seen, cherished, and safe. Akala niya sapat na 'yon para matawag na "masaya." Pero ang mundo, maramot. Dahil minsan, kahit anong kapit mo, mawawala pa rin ang mga taong itinuring mong tahanan.
She was his coworker. She was his close friend. She was his cousin. These were all things I knew. There were just a few crucial components to their connection of which I had been unaware. She had been his crush. And now he was hers.