SQXhani

Xhani was the girl everyone admired—bright, kind, and adored by all. Her life seemed perfect, full of love and happiness, until Zain entered her world.  

Zain, an elite soccer player, was captivating but dangerous. Behind his charm was a man who thrived on manipulation. Cheating, lying, and abusing women wasn’t just his habit—it was his game. Despite knowing his reputation, Xhani found herself falling for him, drawn to his irresistible allure. She wanted to believe his promises of love, but instead, she became his victim.  

Zain didn’t just break her heart; he broke her spirit, leaving her shattered and questioning everything she once believed in. As she tried to pick up the pieces, Armani Star, the billionaire heir to the Star family, entered her life. Armani was the opposite of Zain—gentle, patient, and kind. He made Xhani feel valued, offering her a glimpse of the love she had always craved.  

But even the sweetest love stories face trials. Misunderstandings drove Xhani and Armani apart, forcing her to confront her past and find herself again. She vowed never to depend on anyone for happiness, but her heart still longed for the love she felt with Armani.  

Can Xhani overcome her scars and trust again? Or will her past keep her from the happiness she deserves?

The Fight For Her Heart

"Shush, Princess. It's all okay now," said Zain in his deep voice, keeping his hips in place.

"Relax, princess. The pain is over," he repeated softly.

"Hey, hey, look at me. Everything's fine now," he muttered, bringing his hands to my shoulders and gently releasing my hold on him.

Zain carefully laid me back on the bed, his hips still pressed against mine, not moving from inside of me. I was in shock, my body stiff, unable to meet his eyes. He slipped a hand beneath my chin, lifting my face toward his. Stroking my cheek with his thumb, he asked, "Hey, princess, is this something you don't want to do?"

My vision was blurry. I turned my head aside, letting a tear roll down my cheek. I didn't answer, and I'm sure he understood.

"I thought you trusted me, that you wanted us to get closer," he said loudly, jerking me upright so I had to face him. I wiped away my tears, trying to speak, but before I could say anything, he roughly pulled out of me. He yanked on his shorts and stormed out of the room, leaving me clueless and riddled with guilt.

I lay there, unable to move or process what had just happened. My boyfriend had taken my virginity, and now he was furious with me. Slowly, I sat up, hugging my knees to my chest. Then I noticed a red stain on the quilt. I burst into tears, holding myself and sobbing for what felt like forever. I kept blaming myself: "You shouldn't have led him on," "You should've used your words and told him to stop," "You should've relaxed and trusted him, and now he's mad," I muttered under my breath

I didn't know who was at fault, but I should have been more vocal. I should have told him I wasn't ready. I should have stopped him instead of making him feel bad about what happened.

I was still cursing myself when I heard Zain's loud footsteps. He walked in, clearly enraged, scooped his clothes off the floor, and headed for the shower. Fifteen minutes later, he emerged looking fresh, but his face was etched with fury and disgust.

In a low, annoyed tone, he said, "WE'RE LEAVING IN TWENTY MINUTES, SO GET CHANGED," then turned and left me alone. I'd never seen him this angry, and I couldn't help feeling that it was all my fault.

I slowly pulled myself to the edge of the bed. Before standing to gather my clothes, I glanced through the small square window at the pond outside. Zain was pacing around it. My mind swirled with guilt. "He's my boyfriend, and I do love him," I thought. "I should let him be the one to take my virginity. He promised not to hurt me and was gentle. I should stop acting like I don't trust him." Taking a deep breath, I stood up and wrapped the black silk cover around myself before stepping outside to where he stood.

I slowly walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist.

Startled for a moment, then unwrapped my arms from around his waist and flung them away. He turned to leave, but I grabbed his wrist.

"I'm sorry," I said in a shaky voice, tears rolling down my cheeks. He stood still, back turned to me, but at least he didn't brush me off again.

"I'm sorry," I repeated through more tears. "I shouldn't have reacted like that. I was scared, but I do trust you. I should've told you that inside."

Finally, he turned around and took two steps closer. Wrapping his arms around my shoulders, he pulled me into a tight hug. I buried my face in his chest, hugging him around the waist.

He kissed the top of my head, then bent down and scooped me up bridal-style before carrying me back inside. Gazing into my eyes in that deep, gentle voice, he whispered, "I am so in love with you, princess," and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

He set me on the bed and tucked me under the quilt. Climbing in beside me, he slipped an arm beneath my shoulders and guided my head onto his chest. Enveloped by his familiar scent, I drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 8