SCARS OF THE HEART GENRE ROMANCE, COMEDY, REVENGE. PROLOGUE/INTRODUCTION
📝 Introduction (Prologue)
Bella, standing on a Sydney beach at sunset, recalls the painful scars of her past. She swore never to love again. But fate has other plans when she meets Ethan, a man who sees beyond her brokenness. What she doesn't know: her past and present are about to collide in ways that will test the very meaning of true love.
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The waves crashed against the Sydney shoreline, wild and relentless, as if the ocean itself carried her secrets. Isabella Carter stood barefoot in the sand, the cool breeze tangling her hair, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the sky bled into the water.
Some nights, she came here to remember. Other nights, she came here to forget.
Her scars weren't visible—not the ones that truly mattered. They lived deep inside her, carved by betrayal, loss, and mistakes she could never erase. People saw her smile and thought she was fine. But Bella knew better. A past like hers didn't just disappear; it haunted, it clung, it whispered that she wasn't worthy of love.
Love.
She almost laughed at the word. Once, she had believed in it. Once, she had trusted it. But love had betrayed her too, left her standing alone in the wreckage of promises broken and futures stolen.
Now, she kept her heart locked away, hidden behind walls built from fear and self-preservation. It was safer that way.
But as the wind carried the scent of salt and freedom, Bella felt something stir—a tiny spark, fragile but insistent. A spark that whispered: What if?
She clenched her fists, shaking the thought away. True love was a story for other people. Not for someone like her.
And yet… destiny had its own plans.
Soon, a man would walk into her life with clumsy charm and stubborn persistence. A man who would challenge her walls, her fears, and everything she thought she knew about love. A man who would fight for her, even when she tried to push him away.
What Bella didn't know was that her past was not done with her. It was waiting—shadows ready to collide with her present, secrets ready to tear open old wounds.
But beneath the scars, beneath the pain, lay a truth she had never dared to believe.
That sometimes… true love wasn't about perfection.
It was about someone who saw every scar and chose to stay anyway.