All Chapters of Love's Redemption: Chapter 611 - Chapter 620

I knew how heavy a snooker ball was. It wouldn't break bones, but it could definitely leave a mark if it hit you hard enough.I tried to dodge, but the second I moved, strong arms wrapped around me. There was this huge thud, then more thuds, one after another.Balls were flying at me—like, everywhere. I was spinning with them. And Hayden—Hayden was the one spinning me.His hand was clutching my waist, yanking me this way and that as we tried to avoid the chaos.I'd only ever seen stuff like this in action movies, but now it was real. Balls were coming straight for my face, and all I could do was watch. But Hayden? He was either pulling me out of the way or taking the hits himself."Bruno, enough!" I heard Jace yelling through the noise, but it didn't matter.I had no idea how long this was going on, only that the balls felt endless, pounding down on us. And I could feel Hayden getting slower, his grip on me weakening.He was getting tired.The sounds of the collisions started t

"He..." I opened my mouth, but I had no idea what to say.Yara must've read my mind because she jumped in."You know he was in the military, but what you don't know is that he was in some super secret ops squad. For three years, he ran these insane international missions. Took down the biggest crime syndicate out there. Bruno and Hernan? Just small-time compared to what he's dealt with."She went on. "Once his mission was done, Hayden went back to normal life. But with Steve's mess, Hayden realized those small-timers are starting to come back, and people are out for revenge. He knows how dangerous they are. They can't go after him directly, so they'll target the people he cares about instead."Yara looked at me. "That's why he broke up with you. That's who he really is.""Have you...and him..." My brain was a mess, but all I wanted was to know how Yara knew so much about Hayden. Had they worked together?But the words wouldn't come.Yara gave a bitter smile. "Our relationship wa

I tried to move closer, but just as I did, Yara let out a choked sob. "Hayden."It felt like my heart had been ripped out. Slowly, I lifted my head to look at him. His eyes were half-closed now, no longer fluttering. The hand that had been resting by the bed hung limp at his side."Hayden," I whispered.But he didn't respond.I shook my head, disbelief crashing over me. I cupped his face, frantic. "Hayden, please. You haven't finished talking—just say something. Please!"The words caught in my throat, choking me. I leaned in, kissing him everywhere—his nose, his eyes, his cheeks, his lips—desperately trying to wake him.But he didn't move.He wasn't going to say, "Kiki, stop it," ever again."Hayden, don't leave me. You're all I have left," I screamed.The emptiness inside me was unbearable, swallowing me whole.This was worse than losing my parents. Back then, I was too young to fully get it—but now? Losing Hayden was like being dragged underwater, suffocating, helpless.Th

Steve steadied me as I took a shaky step forward.We reached the door just as someone walked out, cradling a small black box in their arms. Their face was etched with grief, and I froze. My breath caught in my throat.My gaze locked on that box.Steve's grip on my hand tightened, grounding me, keeping me from falling apart then and there. He guided me inside.And that's when I saw her.Yara stood in the middle of the room, her back to us. She was stiff, unmoving, her entire frame radiating the kind of despair that mirrored the storm inside me.I stopped dead. My legs refused to move.Steve froze beside me. Neither of us said a word.Yara must have sensed us, because she turned slowly. Her hands cradled the same black box, and the sight of it sent everything spinning. My vision blurred, my knees buckled.She walked toward me. "This is what Hayden wanted... He said for you to take him back. To bury him in that place you both loved."I stared at the box, but I wasn't really seei

For someone like me reading medical books was no joke. But somehow, I got into it. Maybe the stillness of the past month had shifted something in me, grounding me in ways I didn't expect.When Lena walked in, she stopped for a second. Then she came right over and hugged me tight. "Welcome back."She was the only person I'd told about Hayden's death—and the only one who knew where I'd taken his ashes.Leaning into her, I caught the faint smell of disinfectant."I want a feast," I said."Say no more! I'll make it happen." Her voice had that slightly stuffy, emotional edge.She'd probably been waiting for me to crawl out of my dark hole.And I was finally doing it.Hayden was gone. But I was still here, and there was a life waiting for me to live.***At the restaurant, I took a bite of my food and asked casually, "Have you seen Jace lately?""Seen him?" Lena snorted. "Try every day. He's been in the hospital this whole time—ever since, you know, the crocodile bite."I frowned