All Chapters of The Woman He Broke: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

*Mago’s POV*The cold water hit my skin, grounding me as I tried to wash her image from my mind. But the memory of her—her eyes filled with pain and longing—stayed, twisting inside me. I hated that she still made me feel... anything.But love? No. Whatever I’d once felt was buried too deeply beneath years of bitterness and scars that ran too deep for her to understand. The darkness inside me was beyond anything her love could fix. I couldn’t forgive—not her, not her family. The damage ran too deep.*Flashback*“Mago, you can come out now,” Nana’s voice coaxed gently, pulling me from the cabinet where I’d hidden, trembling.“Nana,” I whispered, “Dad’s drunk again…”Her hand found mine in the darkness. “I know, sweetheart. But you can’t stay in here forever. Come on.”I held back, clinging

*Mago’s POV*I only intended to push her, to see how far she would go for me. I wanted to test her resolve, to watch her limits bend and break under my control. But when she knelt before me, trembling yet determined, and pulled down my boxers, I froze. The way her hands moved over me—tentative yet resolute—shattered the image I had clung to. She wasn’t the innocent, untouchable Arlene I used to know. The girl who once smiled at me with unfiltered sweetness was now staring up at me, offering herself in ways I never thought she would.And yet, as much as I wanted to revel in my supposed victory, something inside me shifted. It wasn’t anger or lust—it was something darker, sharper. Shame. A suffocating wave of it crashed over me. What kind of man had I become to drive her to this? To make her kneel, to strip her of her dignity, just to satisfy some twisted notion of revenge? She had once looked at me with love, with purity. And now, she was lowering herself to the punishment I had cruell

*Mago’s POV*My mind was set on using her for my revenge, to hurt her as a proxy for the ones who destroyed me when I was at my weakest. But whenever she was near, my resolve began to unravel. The anger that had fueled me for so long seemed to flicker, its sharp edges softened by her presence. She had this inexplicable pull over me, like a siren calling me to shores I vowed never to visit again. My rules, my carefully crafted armor, felt like brittle glass in her gaze, and I hated how powerless I became.And then it happened. I had no intention of kissing her—none at all. But my body betrayed me. My feet moved as if they knew the truth my heart refused to admit. When I kissed her, it wasn’t for love or tenderness. It was supposed to be punishment. My lips sought to brand her, to make her feel the pain I carried inside me. But the moment our lips met, everything changed. Her warmth melted through the icy walls I’d built, and I was drowning in a wave of emotions I couldn’t control. Desi

*Mago’s POV*I’ve been trying—really trying—to keep myself together. But Arlene? She makes it damn near impossible. She moves through life with this unintentional grace, doing the most mundane things in a way that somehow feels provocative. It’s maddening. It’s infuriating. And it’s everything I try not to think about.Take this moment, for instance. She stood by the table, running her fingers lightly along its edge. A simple action, completely innocent—at least in her mind. But in my eyes, it was something else entirely. Her fingers moved with a lazy, unhurried rhythm, tracing the grain of the wood as if she were memorizing its texture. The way her nails lightly grazed the surface made my imagination spiral into places it shouldn’t go.And then there was her face. Her head tilted slightly, lips softly parted as she inspected the table, utterly unaware of the chaos she was causing. She didn’t even realize she was biting her bottom lip, just a little. It was enough to send a fresh wave

*Mago’s POV*Dessa met us at the entrance of the bar, her expression more tense than usual. “Boss Mago, I heard there’s a new bar opening nearby,” she said, her voice laced with concern. “It could be trouble for us. If it’s anything like the rumors, they’ll be taking our regulars.”Arlene frowned, glancing over at me. “When’s the opening?”“This Saturday,” Dessa replied, shaking her head. “I’m worried that the competition will pull people away from our place. It’s a risk—if we don’t do something, we might lose our crowd.”I felt the weight of her words, and Arlene’s expression mirrored the same tension. This wasn’t just a friendly opening—it was a direct challenge.“In that case, we need to make this weekend count,” I said, my voice steady but sharp with intent. “We’ll need to create an event that not only keeps our regulars coming back but also draws new faces to our bar.”Dessa looked at me, her gaze still uneasy but trusting. “What do you have in mind?”“We’ll need to make our drink