To Mend A Broken Heart
Dana Sosa watched her life collapse in one night. Arrested in her best friend’s apartment for a stabbing she didn’t commit, she was convicted on fake photos and a forced testimony. Three years later, she walks out of prison with nothing—no career, no reputation, and her family estate sold from under her while she was locked away.
The worst part? The man who didn’t fight for her was Mateo Tova, the billionaire she almost married. He believed the lies. He let her rot.
When Mateo’s stepbrother Remy bails her out, he offers her one thing: a job as Mateo’s personal secretary at Tovar Group. It’s not kindness. It’s revenge. But for Dana, it’s the only way back into the world that destroyed her.
Forced to work inches from the man who shattered her, Dana meets his coldness with sharper edges. He believes she cheated. She believes he abandoned her. Neither knows the truth—because someone made sure they never would.
As secrets surface and old feelings ignite, Dana starts to uncover the real plot behind it
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Chapter: Chapter 5: Hello, Heartbreaker Dana’s POVI was at the door, ready to leave, but then remembered that we weren't done.“Regret already?” he says. I looked at Remy dead in the eyes before dropping back into the chair across from him.“No.” I slide the signed contract back. “Terms are set. You get your proof of life on Jade by tonight, or I walk.”His mouth twitches. Not quite a smile. “You’ll get it.” One of the armed men opens the door. The hallway light cuts across Remy’s face. For a second he looks like Mateo. He has the same jaw, but different eyes. They were colder. “Driver’s waiting,” Remy says. “Monday. 8 AM. Tovar Group. Don’t be late.” I stood up sharply. “I won’t.”I waited for a few seconds before walking out into the hallway. The hallway is still empty. The female CO is gone. A different guard, male, bored, buzzes me through three more doors without a word. Then I’m outside. Air hits me.Real air.It’s October in New York. It bites. A black SUV idles at the curb, tinted windows and its engine run
Last Updated: 2026-05-22
Chapter: Chapter 4: My Ex’s Enemy Dana’s POV“What the hell are you doing here?”He didn’t answer. He pushed a black folder across the metal table. “Sit.”As I made to move back to the door, three armed men came out from the shadows. They were obviously his men. “I’m fine standing.”“Suit yourself. But the bail clock’s ticking. Once you’re logged as released, my offer expires.”“Offer?”I stepped forward. I didn’t sit. “You think Mateo sent me here and I know that he's the reason you are behind bars. Either way, you want out of Rikers and I want him to suffer. Let’s use each other.”I laughed, brought out the chair that was offered to me before and sat down. “You want to use me to get back at Mateo?”Now we are talking business. “I want to watch his face when he sees you.” He leaned back. “Two million dollars says you’re curious enough to hear how.”Two million to get me bailed?Is that how high Mateo placed my bail?“You bailed me out.”“Yes.”“Why?”“Because my father cut my inheritance three years ago. Mateo advi
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Chapter: Chapter 3: Freed From the Devil I Know Dana’s POV“Hey, Ms. Sosa!” The female correction officer’s voice came sharply. “Somebody bailed your ass out. Let’s go.”It was just a regular day after visiting hours. I was in my cell, still turning over what my mom had told me, when her baton clicked against the bars.The news hit me. I definitely wasn’t expecting anything like this anytime soon.“Ms. Dana Sosa, you made bail.”“What?”“Bail was posted an hour ago. You're being released. Let’s go.”I didn’t move. What kind of person walks into a prison on a Monday afternoon and decides to bail out a total stranger? I scoffed.“By who, if I may ask?” The female correction officer finally glanced up, her expression flat. “I don’t know. But all I know is that they’re waiting in the lobby. They asked to meet you before you leave.” “I don’t know anyone with that kind of money.” “Not my problem. You want to be out or not?” I looked around to see if I was the one she was talking to or if there was someone else. “You can refuse
Last Updated: 2026-05-22
Chapter: Chapter 2: The Three Years They Stole From Me Dana’s POV“Dana.” Her voice is thin through the receiver and cracked, like it’s been sitting unused too long. “Baby.” I swallow hard. “Mom.” The Rikers visitation room smells like bleach and burnt coffee and the cheap soap they make us use. Rows of booths made out of glass line the wall with metal stools bolted to the floor, and phones with cords too short to reach your lap. My mom, Ruth Sosa, sits on the other side. She looks older than three years should make anyone. Hair grayer at the temples. Coat too big, like she bought it at a thrift store and it still swallows her. Her hands visibly tremble around the handset. I sit and pick up the phone. The plastic is warm from whoever used it before me. She touches the glass with her palm first, I place mine afterwards to match hers. For a second neither of us speaks like there was nothing to say. Like always… Then she does. “Dana, I’m sorry. I tried to keep it–” “Keep what, Mom?” I cut her off before she could continue
Last Updated: 2026-05-22
Chapter: Chapter 1: In the Wrong Place, With the Wrong Knife Dana’s POV“I swear… I didn’t do it! I just walked into the room now!” I said aloud, trying to regain balance in my voice.“Put the weapon down.”“I said, put the f**king weapon down!”I look at my right hand. The room reeked of it—copper and iron, thick and metallic, mixing with the stale scent of spilled wine and the sour tang of overturned takeout on the carpet. The overhead light buzzed faintly, casting a cold, yellow glare over everything. Jade lay crumpled on the floor by the coffee table, her silk blouse torn at the shoulder and soaked dark with blood. Her skin was pale, almost waxy under the harsh light, lips parted like she’d tried to say something and never finished. Her eyes were half-lidded, glassy, staring at nothing. A smear of red trailed from her fingers across the hardwood, ending at the knife I was holding. Knife. Blood—wet and tacky—coated my fingers and ran in a thin line down my wrist, still warm against my skin. Jade’s on the floor. “New York Police De
Last Updated: 2026-05-22
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