All Chapters of HEARTBREAKER: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

In the Haze Mansion, Bellvue Manor, a billionaire paradise, golden gates swung open to reveal a marble oasis. Crystal chandeliers and silk drapes shimmered in the light, and a sweeping staircase curved upwards to a master suite with a private balcony and panoramic views. Secret hideaways and art masterpieces awaited discovery, while outside, lush greenery and a private beach beckoned, promising serenity and luxury.The Haze family gathered in the majestic dining room, seating up to 10, where fine china, silverware, and crystal glasses sparkled. A fireplace crackled with a warm, golden flame, adding a cozy touch to the opulent space. The family's wealth and status were evident in every detail, from the intricate fresco on the ceiling to the rare artwork adorning the walls.Grandfather Haze, a distinguished gentleman with a silver mane and piercing blue eyes, sat at the head of the table, his presence commanding respect. Grandmother Haze, with a radiant smile and sparkling brown eyes, s

Isabelle's nerves were on edge as she struggled to comprehend the bizarre situation she found herself in. Collins, her supposed date, sauntered back to his seat with an infuriating grin plastered on his face."Don't mind me, pookie. I noticed you were nervous, so I decided to uplift the mood." His piercing blue eyes seemed to gleam with amusement, making her skin crawl.Isabelle's mind raced as she focused on the food in front of her, refusing to look at him. Did he really think his antics would calm her nerves or intensify her anxiety? She screamed silently, her thoughts a jumbled mess."Um..." Collins cleared his throat, his voice dripping with confidence. "So, Izabelle tell me about yourself." He said . "It is Isabelle," she corrected, wondering why he kept making that mistake. "I thought I had already told you everything about me, except that you're not the man I was chatting with... Are you Max?" Isabelle finally asked the question that had been bugging her since the beginning

The headquarters of the notorious Blood Axe mafia was a fortress of luxury and intimidation, nestled in the heart of the city's underworld. The exterior was a nondescript high-rise, blending into the urban landscape like a ghost. But once past the heavily guarded entrance, a different world unfolded.A lavish lobby with marble floors and crystal chandeliers led to a private elevator, which whisked visitors away to the upper floors. The walls were adorned with priceless artwork, and the air was thick with the scent of cigar smoke and fine whiskey. A majestic axe, symbol of the Blood Axe family, hung proudly above the reception desk, its blade gleaming in the light.The inner sanctum was a sprawling complex of offices, meeting rooms, and lounges, all lavishly decorated and equipped with state-of-the-art technology. The Blood Axe logo, a silver axe head with crimson edges, was emblazoned on every available surface, a reminder of the organization's power and reach.The boss's office was a

Isabelle was led back to her room, a prison she couldn't escape. She couldn't help but wonder why she had ever listened to Stacy's advice in the first place. The blame crept in, but she knew deep down it wasn't Stacy's fault - just her own ill luck. The date had yielded a nice man for Stacy, but a monster for her. Defeated, she flopped onto her king-sized bed, feeling utterly helpless. Ruby, her dog, jumped up beside her, hoping for playtime, but Isabelle pushed her away, her frustration and despair evident. "Why did he even bother getting me a dog?" she thought, her mind filled with resentment. As she lay there, the pungent smell of her unwashed body hit her. "I haven't taken my bath throughout today!!" she exclaimed, her eyes scanning the luxurious room for the bathroom. She spotted a door on the far side, partially hidden by a sleek glass partition.Isabelle strode towards it, her fingers already imagining the warm water and soothing suds. As she entered the bathroom, she gaspe

Isabelle stood in shock, her heart racing with fear for Rose.'Will he kill her?' she thought, her mind racing. 'But she's just a dog.' Despite her attempt to rationalize, tears streamed down her face, not just for Rose, but for her own desperate situation. 'No, Isabelle, this isn't the time for tears, it's time to fight,' she told herself, clenching her fists and gritting her teeth. She frantically scanned her surroundings, but her eyes landed on nothing but emptiness.With nowhere to go at this late hour, she knew she had to escape, but couldn't bear to stay any longer. 'Tomorrow, I'll run,' she vowed, her determination fueled by the fury in her brown eyes and the unyielding passion burning within her. She laughed mockingly at her own predicament, thinking how she'd gone from being controlled by her father to becoming a billionaire, all due to 'ill luck.' Tears streamed down her face once more as she apologized, 'I'm sorry for not protecting you, sorry.' Despite having met Rose j