All Chapters of Beg, or worse, Break: Chapter 11 - Chapter 18

Aelia’s POVThe Spencer estate loomed before me, grand and pristine under the golden glow of evening lights. It was the kind of house people dreamed of. Polished marble floors, chandeliers that dripped with wealth, laughter that carried through its massive halls like music.To me, it was nothing more than a stage. A place where I had always been present but never truly belonged.I stood at the entrance, my fingers tightening around the strap of my bag. The weight of old memories pressed down on me, making it difficult to breathe.It had been years since I walked through these doors as a Spencer. Yet, stepping inside, it felt like nothing had changed.The moment I entered, the sickly sweet scent of vanilla and champagne filled my nose. Waiters dressed in black and white glided across the room, offering glasses of wine to guests who were already deep in conversation. Laughter rang through the air, light, elegant and practiced.Everything was perfect.Because in this house, perfection wa

The Montonio estate was eerily silent when Pedro arrived, the dim golden lights casting long shadows against the pristine marble walls. The scent of something rich and expensive lingered in the air, fresh roses, aged wine, and the overwhelming presence of her.Valeria Montonio.His wife.She was waiting for him.The dining hall was set as if for a scene in a high-society film. An extravagant chandelier hung above the long mahogany table, the finest china and silverware meticulously arranged, candles flickering with a warm but hollow glow.At the far end of the table, Valeria sat like a reigning queen, her elbow propped against the chair’s armrest, a delicate wine glass swirling between her fingers. She exuded effortless elegance, draped in a deep crimson silk dress that hugged her body like it was sculpted just for her. Her dark brown hair cascaded over her shoulder in waves, her full lips painted a shade of red that could only be described as dangerous.She had once been the most sou

“Mr. Montonio sent an invitation.” Derrick announced and that was all that needed to be said. By the evening of the next day Pedro knew where he had to be. The Montonio estate was as extravagant as ever, its vast halls adorned with artwork worth more than most people’s entire lives. The dining room was set for four, candlelight flickering against the polished mahogany table, wine poured into crystal glasses.Pedro sat across from Valeria, his expression unreadable as he swirled the dark red liquid in his glass.And at the head of the table, exuding power and arrogance, sat Mr. Gabriel Montonio.Pedro’s father.The man who had made him. The man he despised.Gabriel Montonio had aged well, his presence as commanding as ever. He was dressed in a tailored suit, his salt-and-pepper hair slicked back, his sharp eyes holding the weight of decades of ruthless decisions.But Pedro wasn’t looking at him.His attention was locked on the woman sitting beside his father.She was young, breathtaki

Aelia’s POVThe world around me blurred.Wine dripped from my hair, soaking into my dress, but I hardly felt it. My ears were ringing, my heartbeat thundering in my chest as I stared at Jamie.He wasn’t speaking.He couldn’t speak.That silence, it was worse than if he had denied it.Because his silence was the truth.The woman beside him, the one who had humiliated me in front of him, straightened her shoulders, her lips arching in satisfaction. Then, she turned to Jamie.“Choose,” she said, her voice firm, expectant.I sucked in a shaky breath.Jamie’s mouth parted slightly, but no words came out.Seconds passed.And still, nothing.My entire body went cold.I had been waiting for him to say something, to explain, to deny, to fight for me.But he didn’t.And that was all the answer I needed.I took a step back, my heels clicking against the polished floor. The restaurant felt suffocating, the candlelight too warm, the walls too tight.I had to get out.So I ran.I pushed past the t