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THIRD PERSON POV“Breaking news,” the anchor’s voice cut sharp, slicing through her fog. Elena’s eyes flicked up to the screen. The words on the banner made her heart stutter.COMMISSIONER’S SON TRAPPED IN CRASH – LIVES HANGS IN THE BALANCEHer grip tightened on the laptop, fingers trembling as she set it aside. She leaned closer, eyes wide, almost afraid to blink.The footage shifted to live coverage, the ditch, the twisted wreck and the headlights flickering dangerously close to the leaking gasoline. The reporter’s words struck like a blade.“…the victim has been confirmed as Lucian Evans, son of Police Commissioner Matthew Evans. Fuel continues to leak from the ruptured tank, raising fears of an explosion. Authorities are struggling to extract him in time…”“No.” Elena’s whisper was raw, broken. “No, no, no.”Her body moved before her mind caught up. She grabbed her coat, shoved her feet into
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Chapter 120Elena’s pov“She’s making progress,” the male reporter continued. “But it’s slow, careful progress. The ground is unstable. One wrong step and both she and Lucian could be lost. This…. this is not the work of trained personnel. This is one woman risking her life.”The female anchor’s voice cracked slightly, betraying emotion. “It’s remarkable. Ravenswood is watching with bated breath. Who is this woman who dares to step where even professionals hesitate?”I pressed forward, mud splashing up my legs, the rope tightening and loosening with each cautious step. My heart pounded against my ribs, louder than their voices, louder than the creak of the bulldozer anchoring me from above.“She’s steadying herself now,” the man narrated, excitement and dread woven together. “That rope is her lifeline. If it snaps…..” He cut himself off, leaving the thought unfinished.Gasps and cries floated from the onlookers when my foot slipped against a loose rock. The rope jerked taut, biting in
THE WOMAN THEY COULDN’T BREAK Chapter 119
Chapter 119Elena’s povThey placed the last tool in my hands, a heavy-duty torch. Its grip was solid and grounding, like holding a weapon. “Don’t drop it,” the rescuer warned. “If your light goes out down there, you won’t see a thing. It’s blacker than night. Disorienting. You’ll lose your footing.”I gripped it tighter, nodding.I glanced up then, past the helmets and ropes, toward the crowd gathered at the edge of the ditch. Their faces were pale ghosts in the floodlight. Some whispered prayers aloud, others just stared, wide-eyed, as though watching a woman walk willingly into her own grave.My knees threatened to buckle, but I forced my body upright, spine straight. If I trembled, I couldn’t let them see.“Miss,” the grizzled rescuer said one last time, leaning close. His voice dropped to a whisper meant only for me. “You don’t have to prove anything. If you’re not ready, just say the word. No one will blame you.”I met his eyes, my own burning with unshed tears. “He saved me,” I
THE WOMAN THEY COULDN’T BREAK Chapter 118
Chapter 118Elena’s pov The preparation felt like a blur of shouts, heavy hands, and the cold bite of rope against my waist. Yet every detail pressed itself into my memory, sharp and unbearable. One of the rescue workers, a tall man with a grizzled beard and eyes that seemed older than his years, crouched in front of me as they secured the first knot. His hands were steady, but his voice betrayed him. “Keep your arms at your side while we cinch this, miss. If it slips, it’ll cut straight into your ribs, but better bruised than dead.” I nodded, though the words made my stomach twist. The coarse rope coiled around me, biting through the thin fabric of my jacket. It felt heavy already, like a snake tightening around me with every pull of the knot. Another rescuer stepped forward with a harness, straps of thick canvas that they wrestled over my shoulders and thighs. “This will keep the weight even,” he explained briskly. “You won’t just dangle on your waist.” His tone was professiona
THE WOMAN THEY COULDN’T BREAK Chapter 117
Chapter 117THIRD PERSON POVShe stepped forward. “Commissioner Evans,” she called, her voice unsteady but determined.His head snapped toward her. His eyes, sharp and burning with fury and fear, softened when they landed on her trembling face. “Who are you?”Elena swallowed hard. “My name is Elena Rivers. Your son… he is my friend, he saved my life. Not just once.” Her voice cracked but she steadied it. “If I walk away now, if I don’t try to save him, I’ll never be able to live with myself.”Matthew blinked at her, his chest heaving. “You… know him?”“Yes,” she said firmly, nodding. “I owe him my life. Please, let me do this.”The Commissioner hesitated, his eyes flicking between her and the wreck. The crowd murmured, the cameras leaned closer, catching every second of this strange, heartbreaking plea.“You’ll die if you go down there,” he said gruffly, his voice shaking for the first time.Elena took
THE WOMAN THEY COULDN’T BREAK Chapter 116
Chapter 116THIRD PERSON POV“Breaking news,” the anchor’s voice cut sharp, slicing through her fog. Elena’s eyes flicked up to the screen. The words on the banner made her heart stutter.COMMISSIONER’S SON TRAPPED IN CRASH – LIVES HANGS IN THE BALANCEHer grip tightened on the laptop, fingers trembling as she set it aside. She leaned closer, eyes wide, almost afraid to blink.The footage shifted to live coverage, the ditch, the twisted wreck and the headlights flickering dangerously close to the leaking gasoline. The reporter’s words struck like a blade.“…the victim has been confirmed as Lucian Evans, son of Police Commissioner Matthew Evans. Fuel continues to leak from the ruptured tank, raising fears of an explosion. Authorities are struggling to extract him in time…”“No.” Elena’s whisper was raw, broken. “No, no, no.”Her body moved before her mind caught up. She grabbed her coat, shoved her feet into
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Chapter 115 THIRD PERSON POV Another journalist from a rival station shoved in front of her, practically screaming into his microphone. “This is chaos at Route 17!” he yelled. “The son of the Commissioner himself is trapped! I repeat, LUCIAN EVANS is trapped in a vehicle on the brink of explosion. Officials are on their way, but bystanders are asking the same chilling question, ‘can he be saved in time’?” The camera swung wildly, catching the panicked faces of civilians standing at a distance, their arms wrapped around one another, their lips moving in prayer. A mother clutched her daughter, whispering, “Don’t look, baby. Don’t look.” But the child peeked through her fingers anyway, eyes wide and wet. Another cameraman zoomed in on the car itself. The twisted metal frame glowed under the harsh floodlights, the faint rise and fall of Lucian’s chest visible through the cracked windshield. His face was bloodied,
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