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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
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Heartbreak You (Heartbreak Duet #2)

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T.L. Smith
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Our story didn’t exist, it was broken before it began.
Kisses were covered with lies. Lies were covered with kisses. Hate turned into lust. And lust turned into fantasy. That’s what we were, a fantasy. Nothing more, nothing less.
Now it’s time to move on. But how can you when your heart wants to say stuck in the fantasy?
When even through all the lies and kisses, you still have lust.
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Chapter One

Theadora

“Thea.” Lucy’s voice is soft, and I angrily wipe away the tears that are streaming down my face. I don’t know why I’m crying. Now is not the time. I need to move, not sit here, wiping at tears that aren’t deserved. I hear sirens coming closer.

Lucy touches my arm and squeezes. “Thea, I loved him.”

I scrunch my nose up as Lucy lays her head back, slouching on my couch, my hand firmly on her leg holding the blanket in place. I know it’s helping and can’t move it because the pressure is slowing the bleeding, although the blood has seeped up and through my fingers and is now pooling on top of my hand.

“Don’t worry.” I shake my head.

“I loved Atlas, Thea, not Benji.” She closes her eyes, her face seeming to go ghostly white. “I love him, Thea. And I hate that he loves you,” she states.

As the sirens grow louder, I shudder.

Finally, I hear a knock on my door and yell, “In here.”

The door is pushed open and in walks two EMT. They take over the pressure, and I manage to move away as they assess her. Before too long passes, they have her on a gurney and are wheeling her out of my home.

The next to arrive are two detectives who walk in and immediately look over at Nicholas, who’s still on my floor covered in blood.

They question me.

Ask me questions I can’t answer for what seems like hours while they mark out the crime scene in front of me.

Tears stream down my face as the coroner steps in, removes Nicholas’s body, leaving the floor covered in blood and an outline drawn by detectives.

Hours pass, as detectives mark out and take photographs of the crime scene. More detectives arrive, take samples, then leave. This seems to go on forever, but time for me seems to be at a standstill. It’s like watching a slow-motion movie playing out in front of me and not knowing how to stop it.

Having no idea of time, or even if it’s the same day, I watch as everyone leaves my house after they have finished their investigations. This is when I finally look over at the spot—the place where Nicholas died on my floor—and wonder how I’m meant to get the blood out of the carpet. My eyes then move to my couch, which is smothered in Benji’s blood, and I know I will need to purchase a new one.

After a thorough investigation, the detectives ruled the death of Nicholas was self-defense and Atlas was cleared. The injuries to my sister and Benji were caused by Nicholas, therefore the detectives investigating were happy to close the case. Although they were not happy with Atlas moving the body, Atlas does what Atlas wants so it’s no surprise there.

My hand flies to my mouth at that thought. Benji. Oh gosh, even with what he did to me, I would never wish death on him.

Ever.

Benji loved my sister so fiercely it scared me, and I don’t think I can ever find a love like that.

I had hope for Atlas. That somehow, in some way, even with our rocky start, the ending would be so much better for us.

He gave me false hope.

Then he crushed it.

And crushed my heart along the way.

Somehow, I manage to crawl to my bathroom. I have to get to the hospital and check on my sister, but as I look down at my blood-stained clothes I know I have to change.

My hands rip at my clothes, tearing them from my body and dropping them in the corner before I stand in the shower. I let the cold water wash away all the blood, squeezing my eyes shut because I don’t want to see it wash down the drain.

When I manage to open them, I’m hesitant to look down. Once I get up the nerve, I check, and the water is running clear. I finish washing, then get out and quickly dress before walking to the door to head to the hospital.

When I open my front door, Sydney, Atlas’s assistant is standing there, her hand raised ready to knock. She looks me over, and then quickly rights herself before she glances at me in the eyes. “Atlas has decided your debt has been paid and he no longer requires to see you.” My hand clenches at my side. “You still have your job, though.” She turns to leave.

“Sydney.” She stops and spins back toward me.

“Yes?” she questions.

“Does he hate me?”

“Yes.” With that one word answer, she turns and slides into her car, the driver taking off without hesitation. I don’t have time to dwell on that little confrontation. Let’s face it, I shouldn’t care if he hates me or not, but for some reason I do.

Arriving at the hospital, I head straight to Lucy. She needed stitches in her leg and lost a lot of blood, so she will have to stay in for observation for at least a day. When I step into her room, she looks away as I enter.


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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
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He kidnapped me. That was how I met Atlas Hyde. A man known by many names and admired by all. But most didn’t know he was ruthless, conniving, and always got what he wanted. No matter the cost.
I was a good girl. Never in trouble with the law. Never took drugs. Always did precisely what was expected of me.
Even with his hand around my throat and words that cut sharper than knives, I couldn’t help but wonder what happened to this beautiful man to make him that way.
That wonder disappeared when he threatened to kill my sister if I didn’t follow his dark demands.
The good girl I once knew had now been buried alive beneath this game of hatred and lust. And I had a feeling Atlas Hyde never lost.
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Chapter One

Theadora

My breath shakes. How is that even possible? To have your breath shake? Shit!

Rough hands shove me, and I fall to my knees. My tied hands shoot out to catch me before I hit the ground. If it’s rough, I’m afraid they may bleed.

Really, Theadora, that’s what you’re worried about?

I shake my thoughts away as I hear a laugh. I am unsure if I should sit up straight or stay bent over—I’m wearing a skirt that’s way too short to stay this way—but if they wanted to do something to me, my guess is they would have by now. And so far, all they have done is tie me up, put a beanie on my head that covers my eyes, and throw me in a car.

“This is her!” A deep voice grumbles, which makes me sit up straight as it rumbles through my chest. I glance up to see this man, but then realize there’s absolutely no reason at all to do so, considering I cannot see with the black beanie over my head effectively blocking my vision.

My hands are still tied in front of me, but they’re no longer touching the ground, which is a hard surface. Cement maybe? I can’t really tell.

“Yes, her.” I’m kicked forward again, this time I’m not fast enough to stop the impact of my face meeting the floor. My forehead cracks as it makes contact, and my eyes squeeze shut as a burst of pain shoots through me.

“Gentle,” that gruff voice states. “I don’t want to break her…” I swallow as he pauses, “… yet.”

Hands push me back, making me sit on my doubled back legs while one hand wraps around my throat and tightens.

This is the part where I should be screaming. I should be doing something, anything to fight this man. Except my body doesn’t want to. Instead, it locks and freezes at his touch.

I’ve heard stories of this happening, how your body locks up, even though you should be running, screaming, anything to get yourself free. I didn’t believe it was possible until this very second. How can your fight or flight response not kick in?

I’m a good girl, having never done anything bad in my life.

“Boss, we can dispose of her easily enough.”

Something snaps in me. “No.” It’s croaky, but I manage to squeak out the word.

The hands around my throat don’t move, but his breath I can feel and smell through the beanie has a minty scent as he leans in closer to me.

“No,” he says. “Do you even know why you are here, Theadora?” This man says my name as if he knows me. I don’t know him—that voice, I would remember it. Trying to analyze him will do me no good. I can’t see his reactions, so I go with gut instinct about what I want to say.

“No,” I say because I have absolutely no idea why I am here. Which makes this situation even worse because I can be clumsy and forgetful. But for me to have done something to put me in this situation where they are talking of physically harming me? No. That’s not something I’ve done.

“Maybe you should ask Lucy.”

I pull back at his words, finally trying to free myself from his grasp. He holds me in place, the pressure hardening at my movement. “So, you know now, don’t you?” I hear him take a deep breath, breathing me in.

“Where is she?” I ask with more venom than I thought I could muster. I feel the tears welling in my eyes, which I can’t reach to wipe away, so they fall helplessly down my cheek and soak into my beanie.

“So, that got your attention.” He pulls back. Well, I think he does, as I can no longer smell his breath near my face, and his hand on my throat loosens until it drops away completely. “Theadora! You don’t mind if I call you that now, do you?”

I try to keep my smart-ass mouth shut at his words.

“Look, you’re learning, much faster than Lucy did.”

A small, shaky cry leaves me as heavy footsteps surround me. Hands reach under my arms and pull me up roughly, so I am standing on my own two feet.

“Where is she?” I ask the one who is doing all the talking. I can’t tell where he is now that his hands aren’t touching my throat, but my guess is he’s in charge, so I direct my voice to where I assume he’s standing

“Lucy stole over a million dollars from me, Theadora. You will help me get that back. Or else Lucy will forget to breathe.”

My mouth opens wide in shock at his words.

A million dollars? Fuck.

How?

Why?

So many questions.

And the last but most important one.

How the fuck am I meant to get that much money?

I’m smart. I earn good money managing one of the busiest clothing companies in the world, but I don’t come near to earning that. And my savings is next to nothing, since I just bought my first home.


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