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Chapter Nineteen: Breaking Point

Author: Hallie Hart
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-29 18:02:24

Amelia’s POV

The weight of the night before pressed on me like a second skin, impossible to shed. Dominic’s words—“We face it together”—played on a loop in my mind. It was a promise, yes, but also a challenge I wasn’t sure I was ready to accept.

I sat at my desk, the sterile hum of the office around me fading into the background as my thoughts tangled and twisted. The sharp edges of reality—the endless emails, meetings, and deadlines—couldn’t keep the storm at bay. My heart felt raw, like every word he’d spoken had dug beneath my skin, leaving me exposed and vulnerable in ways I hadn’t expected.

Dominic was changing. I could see it. The hardened exterior was cracking, revealing a man who was not just grumpy billionaire CEO, but a wounded soul desperate for connection. The Dominic who teased me like a little brother was gone, replaced by a man shadowed by pain, guilt, and a fierce need to protect himself — and, inexplicably, me.

My phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with a message fr
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