All Chapters of Whispers of a Broken Heart: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The alleyway was suffocating in its stillness. Sophia staggered forward, her legs weak, her breaths shallow as panic surged through her veins. The dense fog of the smoke still clung to her clothes and hair, the acrid smell filling her lungs with every breath. She could barely think—barely process what had just happened.*Ethan… Where is he?*She scanned the alley desperately, but all she could see were shadows—no signs of Ethan, no sign of anyone who could help. Whoever had pulled her from the warehouse had vanished into the night as quickly as they’d appeared, leaving her alone to face the terrifying reality that Ethan had been taken.Sophia clenched her fists, forcing herself to focus. The warehouse loomed behind her like a dark, foreboding monster. Every instinct screamed for her to go back in, to find Ethan and get him out of Sebastian's clutches. But she couldn’t—she knew better than to charge back in blindly. Sebastian would be expecting that. It was exactly what he wanted.*Thi

Sophia stood by the window of their temporary safe house, staring out at the city skyline. The bright lights that glowed beneath the night sky should have offered some comfort, but they didn’t. Her reflection stared back at her—exhausted, haunted, and restless. It had only been a day since the incident in the warehouse, but already it felt like a lifetime ago. Behind her, Ethan was deep in conversation with Oliver. They were planning their next move, discussing how to handle the inevitable fallout from Sebastian’s death. Sophia’s mind, however, was elsewhere—circling back to the shadowy figure who had been haunting her thoughts ever since they left the warehouse.Victoria.Sophia’s gut twisted with a familiar, sharp anxiety every time she thought of that name. Victoria Blackwood was a puppet master who had orchestrated the downfall of her family with cunning precision. Now, with Sebastian dead, Sophia knew Victoria would seize the opportunity to make her next move. Whatever plan she

The morning air was thick with tension as Sophia sat in front of the mirror, trying to still her racing thoughts. The day ahead weighed heavily on her shoulders, a mixture of anxiety and resolve bubbling just beneath her surface. Her meeting with Oliver’s contact could be the breakthrough they so desperately needed, but the risks were impossible to ignore.Ethan stood in the doorway, his reflection catching her eye in the mirror. He watched her quietly, his face betraying none of the worry she knew he was feeling. She appreciated that about him—his ability to stay steady even when the ground beneath them threatened to crumble. But there was something in his eyes today, a shadow that hadn’t been there before. Sophia couldn’t shake the feeling that he was holding back, keeping something from her.She stood, brushing the thoughts away, knowing she couldn’t afford to get distracted. They had too much at stake. Stepping into Ethan’s arms, she felt his warmth surround her, a small moment of

The silence that followed the turbulence was unnerving. The oppressive quiet weighed down on them, magnified by the dim cabin lights casting eerie shadows across their faces. Sophia’s chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, the adrenaline still surging through her veins. Her mind raced, analyzing every possible scenario, every way this could turn into an opportunity.Victoria sat frozen across from them, her composure shattered. Her carefully curated mask of confidence had cracked, and for the first time since Sophia had faced her, she saw fear. Real fear. The queen wasn’t infallible after all."Everyone hold tight!" Oliver barked suddenly, breaking the silence. His eyes darted toward the cockpit door, his mind calculating as always, looking for a way out.Ethan, seated beside Sophia, kept his gaze on her, his expression unreadable but intense. The tension between them was palpable, a mixture of shared danger and unspoken feelings that hung in the air between them like an elect

The sharp crack echoed through the dense forest like a gunshot, shattering the fragile moment of intimacy between Sophia and Ethan. Her breath hitched as her body tensed, eyes darting toward the direction of the noise. Ethan was already moving, his hand instinctively reaching for his gun, his face set in a hardened mask of focus.Oliver was up on his feet too, crouched low and alert like a predator ready to strike. His eyes flickered over the shadowy surroundings, his usual easygoing demeanor replaced by something darker—deadly. "How close?" Oliver whispered, his voice barely more than a breath."Too close," Ethan replied in a low, controlled voice.Sophia forced herself to move, her body trembling slightly as she pushed herself off the ground. Her instincts screamed at her to stay low, to hide, but she knew better. Staying still was as good as surrendering."I can’t see anything," Sophia whispered, her voice shaky but determined.Ethan pressed a finger to his lips, signaling for sil