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He Broke My Heart, I Broke His Rules Novel Cover

He Broke My Heart, I Broke His Rules

From Brookville High to college, the rules are the same: He's the boy who has everything. The only thing missing is her. She's the girl who wants for nothing, and she wants everything with him. Falling for him seemed impossible. Loving him was dangerous. Getting hurt was inevitable. But revenge is far sweeter than heartbreak. She takes up with his archnemesis, as if calculating how best to make him appreciate what he's lost. What begins as retribution quickly turns clumsy, messy and confusing in ways she never expected. By the time college rolls around, the stakes are higher, secrets are exposed, and the boy who once broke her heart may be the only one who can put the pieces back together. Everyone thought their story ended in High school. But some love burns too hot to fade even across the years.
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Chapter 1

"K-Karina, I can explain."

I looked at him, tears almost blinding my vision as different emotions coursed through me. My heart hurts so much that I can feel the air in my lungs not moving.

Unable to handle looking at him any longer, I turned and made my way out of the Hotel. I can hear him calling out to me, but that's not my problem right now. I can't breathe; my ears are ringing.

I need air, I can't breathe, I have to breathe.

"Karina, wait, just listen to me, please, baby."

I struggled to find my keys in my bag while I was on the verge of hyperventilating.

Jayden caught up with me. He stopped my frantic efforts to search through my bag.

I felt my skin crawl where his hand touched, so I snatched my hand forcefully away from his.

"Please, Karina, I can ex-"

"There is nothing left to explain. I get it, my trust, my heart, my feelings, none of these ever mattered to you. To you, I am probably just another one of your girls, so you don't owe me any explanation. Honestly, I understand. So, from now on, let us have nothing to do with each other again. Thank you for your hard work."

With that, I entered my car and drove off.

I couldn't help the tears as they came pouring down in torrents.

I am choking on my sobs.

It hurts so much, my chest hurts a lot.

But why does it hurt? I expected it, I mean, that's freaking Jayden Calisto. Every girl wants a piece of him, so why did I think I was special when he asked me out personally? I'm such a fool to think I'd be different.

How did my life end up like this?

3 hours ago...................

Saturday, a day meant for rest and doing absolutely nothing, just my bed and me. I finally found the book I've been searching for, Twisted Love by Ana Huang. I am obsessed with this series, I've been seeing it everywhere, and I am going to spend my weekend reading till I reach the last book.

My phone suddenly lit up, and a notification appeared, but the strange thing about it was that it came from an unknown number.

That's odd.

I opened the message. Scanning through it lazily, until a familiar name was mentioned, I took it seriously.

Huh?

Marley's hotel, room number 314. You will find your boyfriend

It's the weekend, what is my business with what my boyfriend is doing at a five-star hotel? He's probably partying with his friends or something.

I threw my phone down and opened my book to begin my reading, but I couldn't help my mind wander back to the message. I mean, I trust my boyfriend obviously, but something about the message doesn't sit well with me.

And that's how I found myself standing in front of the hotel's reception. What do I say if I end up running into him? I'll probably be like, "Hey, fancy meeting you here. I had a hangout here, so that's why I'm here." Like hell he's going to believe such a lie.

Oh well, I'd better get this over with and go back home. I stalked my way to the elevator, punching in the buttons. I couldn't help but feel nervous, like there was this bad feeling that had been clawing at the back of my mind.

I stood in front of the room, contemplating whether to knock or go in. Should I knock or not? What if he's with his boys? No, it's oddly quiet in there for a gathering of boys, and I can't shake off the anxiety either.

Screw it.

I turned the door handle, but it's not locked. So, I pushed open the door, but maybe I should have just stayed at home. I shouldn't have let my curiosity get to me; I should have ignored everything.

"J-Jay?" I called out, my voice barely above a whisper.

There is my boyfriend naked, entwined with a girl that looks familiar, but I can't bother to remember where I have seen her; all I can see is my boyfriend having sex with another girl.

I pushed back the tears that threatened to fall. This is what I get for trusting him, for falling for all his lies. I feel so stupid right now.

"Jayden," I called out this time louder and firmly.

He finally noticed my presence, like a deer caught in the headlights, pushed the girl off him, and scrambled to get dressed...

I was tired of thinking about it; I did not want to think about it anymore. It was just weird how someone I loved so much could change so much with just one thing, and now even the thought of him disgusted me.

But why does it hurt? I expected it, I mean, that's freaking Jayden Calisto. Every girl wants a piece of him, so why did I think I was special when he asked me out personally? I'm such a fool to think I'd be different.

Stupida.

My car swerved off the road and crashed into a tree. I couldn't care less about the damage as I sat there bawling my eyes out. I cried till I felt numb and drained. I stared absentmindedly at the airbag in front of me.

Digging through my bag, I found my phone. I dialed Dayton's number; he's my best friend since diaper days, and I depend on him a lot.

"You have six seconds to speak before I go back to my game."

"D-Day, can you come pick me up?"

"Are you okay? Where are you? What happened? You know what, I'm coming, I'll find you."

With that, he ended the call. I laughed softly at how his tone changed when he heard me crying.

Cute.

It didn't take long for Day to find me since we always share our locations. At first, he glanced around frantically, looking for me, and when he finally found me, he looked relieved. However, upon seeing my puffy face and the state of my car, he became worried again.

"What happened to you? Are you alright? Shit! How did this happen?"

Somehow, I lost control of my emotions, which I had just managed to get under control.

I broke down, I cried ugly, worse than I cried when I was alone. Dayton panicked, gathering me in his arms gently.

"It's alright, I'm here, don't cry again, please."

I kept choking on my sobs while Dayton rubbed my back in a comforting manner.

"Feeling better?"

I sniffed, nodding slowly as I kept my eyes trained to the ground. I avoided his questioning eyes as if it were the black plague itself.

"Where were you going? Thought you said you weren't leaving home today?" he asks, guiding me slowly to his car.

When I didn't give him a response, he sighed but didn't say anything.

"I'll take you home and call the girls over. About your car, I'll have it towed to the workshop."

I didn't say anything, just looked down tearfully at my fingers.

Honestly, I expected Jayden to pull something like this, but it still hurts knowing that he didn't prove me wrong. If I am to blame for anyone, I'd blame myself because I knew the kind of guy he was, and I still let myself fall for him.

Fall for all the sweet nothings he promised, fall for how he'd comfort me, or the sweet names he called me. I fell for his little acts of service, fell for how he looked at me as if I were the only one that mattered, not knowing he looked at other girls the same way.

God, I am so stupid.

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