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The Breaking Point

Author: Jasmin
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-17 17:08:37

Annabelle's scream pierced the air. "No, please...!"

She flinched, head snapping to the side, eyes clenched shut and hands shielding her face. Her heart was pounding, hammering against her ribs like it wanted to escape. She couldn't watch this. She couldn't watch her best friend being devoured on screen like some cheap pornography.

Richard hit a button on the remote, freezing the scene. The image halted with the man half on top of Hazel, both of them tangled in sheets and barely clothed. Then another button, and the lights flickered back on, bathing the room in a harsh glow.

Annabelle slowly lowered her trembling hands, squinting against the light—only to be met with the gigantic image of her best friend splayed across the wall. Her breath caught in her throat. Her fingers clenched into the couch cushion until her knuckles turned white.

Hazel. The only person who ever loved her like family.

Now captured on camera in a moment of raw, intimate vulnerability.

Her stomach twisted.

Richard
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    Annabelle stormed into the study first, jaw clenched and chin held high, fully expecting Richard Barton to unleash hell the moment the door clicked shut.But instead, he stood behind the massive desk like a statue—arms crossed, expression unreadable, not a flicker of anger on his face.She folded her arms and stared him down. “Before you jump to conclusions, I didn’t push your little darling. Julia tripped on her own lies and heels—and now she’s doing what she does best. Playing the victim.”Richard said nothing. Not even a blink.“I know what you're thinking,” she continued, tone sharp and fearless. “You’ll believe her over me, like always. After all, you two make such a lovely pair—your sweet-as-honey girlfriend and you. Richie and Julia. What a charming scum duo.”His eyes twitched.“Richie?” he repeated, lips twitching at the nickname.Annabelle smirked slightly, catching his reaction, then blinked as if remembering her anger. “Yes. Aren’t you the ‘Richie’ of your drama queen Juli

  • The Billionaire's Forgotten Night   When Fire Meets Ice

    Richard stormed into his room like a thundercloud about to burst, Marc trailing behind him, still stunned by Annabelle's daring move in the gym.The second the door shut behind them, Marc moved quickly. "Boss, let me at least clean that up before it turns worse.."He reached for the first-aid box on the table and knelt beside Richard, but the man flinched away like Marc had tried to stab him."For god's sake, Rich—if you don't let me bandage that, it's going to turn septic and cost you more than your pride."Richard didn't respond. He slumped onto the couch, elbows digging into his knees, both hands pulling at his hair in frustration.Why the hell did he keep letting that woman get under his skin?She was nothing. A housemaid. A blip. A mistress.But somehow, she walked in like a damn firecracker and left behind an explosion.Why the hell does she rattle me like this? Why can't I shake her off?"Boss?" Marc asked, breaking the silence.Richard didn't lift his head. "Did you ever find

  • The Billionaire's Forgotten Night   The Mistress Who Dared

    "Miss Hamilton, please wait."Annabelle was making her way toward her room when Marc called out from behind."Yes...?" She turned with a raised brow."Could you do me a favor, please?" he asked earnestly.Annabelle studied his face. Marc, usually upbeat and full of charm, looked disturbed and troubled. He was the closest thing to an ally she had in this house. Not quite an angel in a den of monsters, but definitely the most human one."Sure. How can I help?"Marc had helped her more than once. She owed him a little kindness in return."Boss took a bullet in his left arm, but he's still working out in the gym like nothing happened. He shouldn't be."Annabelle blinked. "Of course he shouldn't. But since when has Richard Barton ever acted normal?"Richard Barton—the bane of her existence. He'd dragged her into this gilded cage, parading her as his mistress. Yet, there were moments—fleeting ones—when he wasn't the monster she had labeled him. Like when he changed her soaked clothes during

  • The Billionaire's Forgotten Night   Legacy of Fire

    "My mom was a chief police officer. I was only 13 years old when she passed away."Annabelle blinked, and tears rolled down her cheeks. On the other side of the room, Richard clenched his fists at the mention of Annabelle's mother. His worst wound, pressed without warning."My mom died in an encounter with the underworld mafia. She was shot... so many bullets in her body... mercilessly. When they found her, she still had her gun in her hand. She was fighting until her last breath. I saw her like that... I can't forget it, not even now."Her voice cracked as she explained the reason behind her trauma. Tears streamed as memories of her mother consumed her.Richard turned away with a stern face, red-rimmed eyes. But Annabelle, lost in her sorrow, failed to notice his reaction.His breathing grew ragged, jaw clenched tight. Her words fanned flames buried deep.Her mother... again. Angela Sparker. The same name. The same scar. All these years, and it still burns like hell.His gaze turned

  • The Billionaire's Forgotten Night   Shadows Beneath Her Skin

    "This ruthless monster you keep calling names? He's actually a mafia king. Real guns, real bullets, real blood," Richard snarled, jabbing a bloodied finger toward his chest. In one swift, furious motion, he ripped the sleeve off his arm, revealing a bullet-grazed wound."Ahh, damn it!" he groaned, the pain making his jaw clench as fresh blood gushed from the wound on his upper arm—a clean graze but nasty enough to sting like hell.Annabelle stood frozen, her breath caught in her throat. The sight of the twin handguns he'd just tossed into his closet like discarded shoes had shaken her to the core, and Richard's injury knocked the wind out of her. Her knees wobbled. Then came the panic. A full-blown, gut-wrenching, heart-racing panic attack."No... no... no! This can't be happening!" she cried out, voice rising to a desperate shriek as she stumbled back and covered her eyes with both trembling hands.Richard blinked, baffled. What the hell? He'd seen her stand tall against threats, ans

  • The Billionaire's Forgotten Night   The Ghost Room

    Annabelle's eyes darted around Richard's bedroom, taking in every detail. Her breath caught in her throat.It was identical. Every corner, every shade, every furnishing matched her childhood bedroom back at her home—The Willow Creek Mansion—the one her mother had designed with such care. For a moment, the present dissolved, and she fell headfirst into the past.The Willow Creek had been a wedding gift to Angela from her father. It was elegant, expansive, and filled with warmth—back then, at least. Angela had poured her heart into every inch of it. When Annabelle was born, Angela decorated her nursery in pastel pink—the classic choice for a baby girl. But things changed when Annabelle turned five.The mansion was undergoing renovations, and little Annabelle, who had already formed strong opinions, looked up at her mother and said, "I hate pink. White is better."Instead of dismissing her, Angela had smiled and brought in a renowned interior decorator all the way from France. The result

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