A Heart Divided

A Heart Divided

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When betrayal shatters his perfect life, noble heir Kaelan Thorne finds refuge in a humble tavern-and in Ivy, a fiery waitress with magic in her veins. But love in Eldoria comes at a cost. To protect her, Kaelan must confront his past, defy the elite, and risk everything for a future built on truth, not legacy.

Chapter 1 The Illusion of Perfection

In the heart of Eldoria, where shimmering towers pierced the skies and magic flowed through every street, Kaelan Thorne stood at the threshold of a life others envied. His engagement party dazzled with wealth and prestige, hosted in the grand ballroom of the Thorne Estate. Enchanted chandeliers floated above, casting twinkling lights that danced across walls of marble and mirrors. Velvet-draped tables brimmed with delicacies from across the realm, and orchestral harmonies enchanted the air.

Kaelan wore the polished smile of nobility, his tailored suit glimmering beneath the magical glow. Seraphina, his bride-to-be, moved like a vision across the floor, her sapphire-threaded gown sparkling like starlight. To all, they looked perfect-envy of the kingdom, heirs to a legacy of power and influence. But inside, Kaelan felt hollow.

Each toast and congratulatory nod rang false. The weight of expectations bore down like a crown of iron. Needing air, he slipped into the moonlit courtyard, hoping for clarity. There, hidden behind a rose-laced hedge, he heard hushed voices. Seraphina stood close to Lysander-his oldest friend-her hand pressed to his chest. "Soon, he'll be too distracted to notice, and we can finally have what we want," she whispered. Lysande's low chuckle was the final blow.

Kaelan turned away, heart shattering. The illusion of perfection dissolved in that moment, replaced by the cold sting of betrayal. Love, he realized, was not gilded promises-it was truth. And his had just been shattered.

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