All Chapters of The Woman He Broke: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

*Mago’s POV*As Arlene handed me the journal, I could feel a storm brewing inside me—a mess of anger, disbelief, and something close to resentment.‘Why on earth would she think I’d want to read Ailene’s final thoughts?’ This was the woman who’d lied to me, toyed with my emotions, and then disappeared without a word. I could still feel the sting of betrayal, sharp and bitter, every time her name crossed my mind.“Why are you giving me this, Arlene?” I muttered, my voice tense as I looked down at the journal. “I don’t need her ‘final thoughts’ to know exactly who she was. She used me, and now I’m supposed to feel sorry for her?”Arlene looked at me, her gaze steady, almost pleading. “Mago, I know you don’t want to hear it, but there’s more to her story than you realize. I’m not saying it’ll make up f

*Mago’s POV*As I held Ailene’s journal in my hands, my fingers trembled, reluctant to turn the page. I took a deep breath, steeling myself, and began to read. Her words drew me into her private agony, each sentence unraveling secrets she had hidden away, buried under her bright smiles and determined spirit.Journal Entry 9"I woke up in the middle of the night, my stomach growling. I was about to sneak out to grab a snack when I heard them—Mom and Dad. They were arguing. I’ve heard arguments before, but this one… this one was about me. Their voices were sharp and cut through the walls, filled with worry. They talked about money, about my treatment. Dad sounded desperate, mentioning my siblings' futures, how our savings were being drained. Mom fought back, refusing to let me stop my treatment. But I could feel it: I was a burden to them.I think it’s time for me to go.But Mago… I don’t want him to see me fade away. I can’t bear the thought of him watching me die. He doesn’t deserve th

*Mago’s POV*When I learned from Dessa that her brother, Dee-Vyn, was protecting someone in the witness protection program and needed a place to hide, I saw an opportunity. I knew Angelo’s island would be the perfect spot, isolated and far from prying eyes. Offering this help gave me the leverage I needed to finally get some answers about Ailene. There were too many shadows in my mind, too many questions I couldn’t shake.As soon as we arrived at the island and they settled in, I found Dee-Vyn by the shoreline, watching the waves. His face held a weariness that I understood all too well—he was burdened by secrets, and I intended to unravel them.“Dee-Vyn,” I started, my voice steady, but underneath I was a storm waiting to erupt. “You know I didn’t bring you here just to hide you. I need to know what happened to Ailene… everything.”He looked at me, his gaze guarded. “Mago

*Arlene’s POV*I bolted down the stairs, heart racing as I heard the unmistakable sound of Mago’s car pulling away. A sickening dread twisted in my stomach—why would he leave so abruptly, without saying goodbye? My fingers gripped the banister as I reached the bottom, my eyes darting toward the door, hoping somehow I’d misheard, that he was still there.“Arlene,” my mother’s voice stopped me, gentle yet insistent, but I could hear a strange tremor in her tone.“Mommy!” I choked, tears blurring my vision as I turned to face her. “Why did he leave? What happened? He didn’t even say goodbye!” I looked to her for answers, hoping she could make sense of it all. But instead, I saw something unsettling in her expression—an intense worry, almost like fear, barely hidden beneath a calm facade.Before she could answer, my father’s sharp voice sliced through the silence, cutting down the small comfort I’d hoped for.“Enough of this nonsense,

*Mago’s POV*When I walked up to the bar, I saw Dessa waiting, twisting her hands nervously. She was stunning—quick-witted, magnetic, a woman who could turn heads with a smile, yet she’d chosen to be with women. Her choice worked for me; it made her the perfect decoy, my “girlfriend” to ward off women who couldn’t resist me. And there were plenty—women begging to be with me, trying to claim a piece of me. But I was Mago Concepcion, and I wasn’t the kind of man who settled. I preferred variety, the thrill of tasting something new every night, savoring life like an endless array of fine wine. Why choose one bottle when the world was a cellar, each one offering something different?“B-Boss Mago,” Dessa stammered, handing over the contract. “The investors are inside.”I gave her a slow, confident smile. “I’ll handle it,” I said, oozing assurance.She gave me a slight nod, her eyes darting down. “Good luck.”I chuckled, almost pitying her misplaced concern.“Luck? Dessa, I am luck.” I winke