Lahat ng Kabanata ng Whispers of a Broken Heart: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

The morning light filters through the curtains of my hotel room, casting a soft glow on my face as I lay awake in bed, lost in thought. The previous night's exchange with Ethan has left me feeling both emboldened and uneasy. We’re closing in on Victoria, but the stakes are higher than ever. One wrong move could destroy everything we’ve worked for.I’ve been up for hours, replaying the conversation in my mind. I sensed the tension in Ethan’s words, the weight of responsibility bearing down on him. He’s walking a fine line between loyalty to his family and his desire for justice. And I know that line is growing thinner with each passing day.Pushing the covers aside, I rise from the bed and move to the window, gazing out at the city below. The view is breathtaking—skyscrapers gleam in the sunlight, the streets bustling with life.My thoughts drift to Lily, who’s back in our small hometown, unaware of the storm that’s brewing. I’ve kept my sister in the dark about my true intentions, not

The following morning, I woke up with a sense of unease. The previous night’s conversation with Ethan lingered in my mind like a stubborn shadow, refusing to dissipate. I was sure I had made the right decision, but the ache in my chest told me that the price of that decision was higher than I’d anticipated.   I pushed myself out of bed and into my morning routine. The day ahead was full of meetings, strategy sessions, and negotiations—just what I needed to keep my mind occupied. There was no room for doubt, no time for hesitation. I needed to stay sharp, focused. Victoria wouldn’t wait for me to sort out my feelings, and neither could I.   By the time I arrived at the office, the city was already buzzing with activity. Blackwood Enterprises’ headquarters towered over the bustling streets, a symbol of power and prestige. But to me, it was also a reminder of everything I had lost and ever

I sat in the empty boardroom, my mind numb as the magnitude of my defeat settled in. The room that had once been the battlefield of my ambitions now felt like a tomb, cold and desolate. I couldn’t remember how long I had been sitting there, staring at the table where moments before, my entire world had come crashing down. Ethan hovered nearby, his face a mixture of guilt and frustration. He had been speaking, trying to offer some kind of comfort, but his words barely registered. I was too consumed by the crushing weight of my failure, the realization that all my meticulous planning, all my sacrifices, had been for nothing. Finally, I found the strength to speak, my voice barely more than a whisper. “How did she know, Ethan? How did she find out?” Ethan’s expression darkened, his fists clenching at his sides. “I don’t know, Sophia. We

I felt like I was living in a constant state of tension. Every movement I made felt calculated, cautious, as though the city I once loved had transformed into a labyrinth of shadows and hidden threats. The bustling streets and bright lights no longer brought comfort, only anxiety. Every noise in the night made me jump, every knock on the door sent my heart racing. We had poked the hornet’s nest, and I knew it was only a matter of time before Victoria struck back.Ethan was a steady presence by my side, always calm and collected, but even I could see the cracks starting to show. He had taken every precaution to protect us—installing new security systems, hiring discreet bodyguards, even arranging safe houses in case things went south. But no matter what we did, the feeling of impending danger lingered, suffocating us.One evening, after another long day of waiting, worrying, and getting nowhere, I was pacing around my apartment, unable to sit still. Ethan had gone to meet with a privat

The days after our meeting with Oliver were filled with a constant thrum of tension and anticipation. We had the key to taking Victoria down, but the complexity of her offshore accounts was staggering. Oliver had given us everything we needed, but the money trail was layered with false identities, shell companies, and expertly crafted misdirections. It was like unraveling a web of deceit that spanned years.I spent hours, sometimes entire days, hunched over documents and spreadsheets, tracing every dollar. Each new revelation felt like a small victory, but we were running out of time. Every day felt like a countdown to the inevitable confrontation. I tried not to let the anxiety overwhelm me, but the fear of failure loomed, threatening to crush me. Ethan, too, was feeling the weight of what was at stake. I could see it in the way he moved, in the tension that never left his shoulders. He had always thrived under pressure, but this was different. This was personal. His fear of losing