Title: Coldhearted
Heir
Author: Michelle Heard
Genre: Friends to Enemies to Lovers Romance
Publish Date: August 26, 2020
Review Source: CandiKane PR
From USA Today
Bestselling author Michelle Heard comes a new HOT friends to enemies to
lovers standalone.
Everything
changed the night my boyfriend died.
What should’ve
been the most special moment of my life turned into a nightmare.
Because of
Hunter Chargill, I lost the love of my life. I’ll never forgive him.
Hunter used to
be one of my best friends, but it turns out he’s nothing more than an arrogant a-hole
determined to make my life a living hell.
But he should’ve
known you can’t break something that’s already broken.
I manage to
avoid him until my freshman year at Trinity Academy. Our cruel words and intimidating
touches quickly spark a flame, and instead of us going down in a blaze of hatred, desire
sizzles to life.
I know I’m in
trouble when I start enjoying our fights. Instead of wanting to punch him, I find myself
wondering what his lips would feel like on mine.
A stupid game.
One kiss. And my perfectly constructed walls come crashing down around me.
I should feel
guilty and make Hunter pay for what he’s done.
But sometimes a
tormentor becomes a protector.
Everyone knows
to have a best friend means that you always have someone to have your back. However,
what happens when you feel that best friend betrays you? You lash out!! Jade
and Hunter have known each other their entire lives and have always been
friends; until one fateful night when Jade feels Hunter ruined her life. When
Jade loses the love of her life, she blames Hunter for all the bad in her life.
Will a single kiss be able to bring them back together or will it push them further
apart? Will the truth that Hunter has been trying to expose to Jade for two years
finally open her eyes, or will she continue to not believe what she is told?
With so much history and hurt between the two, only time will tell if their
friendship can be salvaged or if they will forever be enemies.
This book had me
crying with the heartfelt emotion between the two characters. It also had me laughing
with all the friendly banter between everyone. If you love a good “I’ll break
your heart, then put it back together” story, this is the one for you. I
promise you will not be disappointed!
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From Hunter’s
POV…
I’ve been
staying in my room so Jade can get settled without running into me. I shouldn’t give a
fuck whether she’s uncomfortable with me here, but I do.
Frustration
mixes with the memories of our lost friendship. I can’t stop loving Jade the way she stopped
caring about me. It’s not that easy.
Our friendship
must’ve meant more to me than it did to her.
Needing a
distraction, I open my playlist on my phone and turn up the volume when Love The Way You
Lie starts to play.
I let the angry
lyrics wash over me, and hurt and frustration boil to the surface. Wanting Jade to know how
I feel about this fucking war, I yank my door open. Jase, who was just about to pass by
my room to get to his own, freezes like a deer caught in headlights.
Jade yanks her
door open, and glares at me, her breaths already rushing over her parted lips.
“Oh,” Jase says
as he takes a couple of steps backward. “Fuck.”
I can see
heartache mixing with the anger on her face, and I know the lyrics are getting through to her.
I’m totally taking it as a win.
My eyes are
locked on Jade’s as the song ends. I lift my phone and press stop, but Jade makes a
show of looking at her own phone, and soon a song starts to play. The words are
drenched in pain as they drift to me.
And I listen. I
force myself to stay rooted, my eyes glued to Jade’s while the words lash at me. Praying.
The fucking song hurts, tearing my already fucked up heart to shreds, but I don’t back
away. This is the longest we’ve been in the same space since that night.
Hearing just how
much Jade is hurting is sobering and tormenting. I always thought somehow we’d be
able to work through this, but now I’m not so sure.
Where do I even
begin to get past the walls she’s put up between us?
The song is a
clear fuck you. Jade has no intention of ever being friends with me again.
When her song
ends, I press play on Too Good At Goodbyes. I hope she listens to the lyrics the way I
listen to hers. If this is the only way we can talk, then so be it.
Jase ducks low
and rushes past our rooms. Before he disappears into his bedroom, he mumbles, “Fun
times.”
As Jase takes
refuge, other doors around us open, and our friends peek out of their rooms.
“They’re finally
communicating,” Mila whispers to Fallon.
While the lyrics
drift around us, I silently beg Jade, ‘Don’t think I’m heartless or cold. I don’t want to
say goodbye. I still want to mean something to you. But fuck, you keep hurting me, and
I’m only human. I’m scared the time will come where I can’t take anymore, and it
will really mean the end of us.’
I can’t tell
whether Jade can hear what I’m trying to say until she presses play on another song.
Yeah, it’s going to be another soul-destroyer. She doesn’t care about what I want or
how I feel.
The words You
Broke Me First cuts right through me. I can see Jade is affected in the same way, and
her raw pain screaming from her eyes is a blow that almost takes me to my knees.
I don’t
choose another song, which has Jade continuing her torture session by playing another
gut-punching song. It’s angrier than the first two, and I notice how the pain
in her eyes dims as
rage takes its place.
Crossing my
arms, I lean against the door jamb while the tension keeps building. I don’t miss how Jade’s
breaths keep coming faster.
I hate seeing
her like this.
When I’m Not
Afraid starts, Jade’s body tenses. After a couple of seconds, her anger wins out, and
dropping her phone, she lunges forward.
Her arms come
around my waist, and with a sweep of her foot, she takes my legs from under me,
dropping my ass to the ground. I don’t have time to admire the move because she
straddles me and slams a fist against my jaw.
My first
instinct is to restrain her, but when a tear splats against my face, my body
goes lax, and I let
Jade have her way.
I don’t stop her
fists, and I take all her anger and sorrow.
Kao is the first
to grab hold of Jade, but Noah has to help him pull her off of me.
I sit up and
don’t bother wiping the blood from my busted lip. My eyes never leave Jade as she drops to
her knees, with our friends on either side of her. The breath she sucks in sounds
painful as if she’s choking on the air, then she lets out an agonizing scream. It’s the first
time I see just how much she’s hurting, and it breaks something inside of me.
Maybe it’s the
last hope I had of saving our friendship?
The ground might
as well tear open and swallow me in a pit of darkness. The finality of losing Jade is
too much to bear.
Kao wraps his
arms around Jade, and presses her face against his chest, trying his best to console her.
His gaze meets mine, and the worry he feels for us makes his blue eyes look like stormy
waters.
Noah comes over
to me and hands me a piece of toilet paper he must’ve gotten while I was focused on
Jade. I wipe the blood from my mouth and slowly climb to my feet.
“I’m sorry,
Jade,” I say for the millionth time.
She’s the only
person I’ve apologized to in my life.
“I wish I could
say I’d do things differently if I had the chance, but there’s still no way I’d let you lose
your virginity in a guest room at the age of sixteen. You deserved better than that. And
you were way too young,” I finally get to say the words, standing up for my actions of
that fateful night.
Jade shoots
forward like a bullet and stops an inch from me. I take in her tearstained cheeks and the
broken look in her eyes. “Fuck you, Hunter.” She closes the distance between us until
I can feel her warm breath on my neck. “Fuck. You.”
After
twenty-four months of frustration and with my heart cracked wide fucking open
in my chest, I lose
my calm and shout, “What the fuck do you want me to say?”
“The truth!” she
yells. “What did you do to Brady when you took him home?”
I suck in a deep
breath and take a step backward to put some space between us. Struggling to
regain my self-control, I growl, “Nothing. I dropped Brady off at home and left.”
“Liar,” she
hisses, and then her face crumbles as she cries, “You’re a fucking liar. Jade storms out
of my room, and soon after, the slam of her bedroom door echoes through the
suite.
Feeling
emotional and fucking exhausted, I sink down on the edge of my bed.
Breathe, Hunter.
Just breathe.
It feels like a
tornado swept through me. Fuck, things are worse than I thought. The fact that Jade really
thinks I played a part in Brady’s suicide sinks in like a ton of bricks.
To be continued…
Michelle Heard
is a Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling Author who loves creating
stories her readers can get lost in. She resides in South Africa with her son
where she's always planning her next book to write, and trip to take.
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