All Chapters of The Heartless Lover : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The following day…My heart raced as I rushed down the hallway, I needed to tell Alexa what I had found about her mother. When I got to the door leading to Alexa's room, I didn't bother knocking, I flung the door open.“Alexa you won't believe what I …” I froze as I took in the scene before me.Alexa was at her dresser, gently folding her clothes and placing them into a suitcase which was laid open on her bed. “Alexa what are you doing?” I asked curiously.“I'm packing” she said simply without bothering to look at me. “I'm leaving with Warren tonight”.“You can't be serious Alexa” I said, moving closer to her. “You're really going to do this? I thought you weren't gonna proceed with this anymore”“I have to Jacqueline, it's the only way” Alexa placed a nearly folded blouse in the suitcase “I wasn't able to leave earlier as planned because of the chaos happening but I can't stay anymore Jacqueline.. now is the right time to leave”“You can't just leave Alexa .. have you thought about

The following day…I reluctantly followed Lorenzo down the stairs leading to the basement in the warehouse. We entered one of the rooms in the basement, I remember this one very well. This was where I held the night I caught lurking around the matrix warehouse. The dried blood stains on the floor and the walls, the single flickering bulb that did a terrible job in illuminating the room, the tiny bed that could fit only a toddler and of course the stupid bucket to ease yourselves. This room was capable of giving someone nightmares, it was traumatizing.Warren was bound to a metal chair in the center of the room. His face was swollen, covered in blood, one of his eyes was so swollen that it could barely open up. Warren groaned softly, his head hanging low as blood dripped from his mouth onto his torn shirt, his breaths were shallow.Lorenzo stood in front of him, his expression was unreadable but his eyes were filled with coldness.“You picked the wrong family to cross Warren. You reall

The following night, the Mansion felt unusually quiet, like the calm before a storm. I was walking through the darkened hallways, bitterness boiling under my skin. I don't know why I couldn't help the images of Lorenzo's engagement to Cheyenne playing in my mind. The memories twisted like a knife in my chest. After everything we had shared, the laughs, the late nights, the trip to France, the intimate moments yet he couldn't let me in to share his problems with me instead he agreed to be with her, meaning he actually never cared… it been months but it felt like it happened just yesterday.“Ugh!” I groaned, I hated the fact I couldn't control the thought of Lorenzo, Love wasn't meant to be part of this plan. And yet, here I was, trying to reconcile the hurt in my chest but at the same time I was satisfied with my plans falling in lines especially that of Cheyenne, she would learn I'm not one to be messed with, she wants to kill me and I promised to give her something more painful than

The air in Lorenzo's office at the warehouse felt thick with tension. Four of us were crammed in here: Lorenzo, Alex, Haze and me. It was almost midnight, we were all here because of Anthony's command to search for his wife, Alma. Haze and I pretended to be helping but we were actually throwing them off Alma's trail without arousing suspicion.Lorenzo sat behind his desk, flipping through files and maps of our known properties and safe houses while Alex paced restlessly by the door, his agitation barely masked. I shot a quick glance at Haze, who was leaning against the wall, quietly observing everything with a look of carefully controlled calm. I could tell he was just as tense as I was.“Lorenzo, this is pointless,” Alex snapped, breaking the silence. He glared at his older brother, his eyes filled with frustration. “We’ve gone over these places a hundred times. She’s not there. And if she’s not in one of our properties, where the hell else could she be?”Lorenzo didn’t even look up.

Lorenzo's POV:The past few days had been a blur, everything eclipsed by Jacqueline’s condition. I’d barely left the hospital, only coming to the warehouse because of Anthony's order… finding my mother, finding the traitor, interrogating and torturing Warren, trying to recover our losses as we're on the edge of bankruptcy… I felt overwhelmed but none of it mattered to me, all I cared about was Jacqueline's recoveryAlex knocked on the door to my office in the warehouse and stepped inside, his face shadowed with guilt and regret. He didn’t look like himself – the arrogance, the anger, all of it was gone. His shoulders were hunched, his eyes flickering between the floor and me as he moved further into the room.“Lorenzo…” His voice was low, unsteady, unlike anything I’d ever heard from him.I watched him carefully, my own feelings walled behind a stony expression. There was so much anger boiling beneath the surface, but it wasn’t just anger, It was hurt. I was tired – tired of his reck