Borrowed Hearts

Borrowed Hearts

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Fri, Jun 5, 20264h 45m
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Fiction
Romance
Slow Burn
Happy Ending
Erotica
I hired him to save my reputation. I didn't mean to lose my heart. Elise Fontaine has one goal for the wedding of the century: prove she's over her ex. Enter Callum: the escort, the shield, the perfect fake boyfriend. He has three rules. I have one: keep it professional. But the castle is haunted by our past, my sister is keeping a secret that changes everything, and Callum is far too observant for a man who is supposed to be acting. One week to survive the family. One week to fake a love story. And a lifetime of consequences.
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November nights are especially stricken with melancholy, as if the ghosts of all winter past come rushing to haunt her heart. She was a captive of her love, her desire, and her dreams. There's always a special quality to the loneliness of dusk, a sorrowness more infectious than the night. She had earned his trust. She had never strayed, betrayed, abandoned. She'd been stalwart, true, loving. To her, he was her everything. But to him, she was only a secret. He was a prince and she was merely his lover. • Dismount your high horse. come take claim of the girl you ruined. Come lay eyes upon the desolation you left in your wake. Do you not hear the devil at your shoulder sharpening his daggers? He sits heavy on your subconscious. Dauntingly smirking at me from afar. Enough of his wretched sins, speak to me with your eyes and perhaps somewhere, some day, at less miserable times, we may repent. In the arms of dusk.

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