Todos los capítulos de Our Hearts Beat For Anne: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Anne If beastly was human, that would be Vincent and the look in his eyes. It was scary. Worse than the one he’d exhibited that time Fiona said some sh*t about my mum. Vincent was beyond enraged. He was destructive. It was evident in the cracking sound I heard as Vincent slowly bent Joshua’s raised hand backward. Vincent had his eyes fixated on his face, watching his reaction as he turned his arm into an odd twist. I don't know whether the sound came from his shoulder or Vincent's vicious hold on Joshua's wrist. I did know that Vincent’s intention at that very moment was to break Joshua’s entire arm off. “Vincent…” I had started but was abruptly cut short when Andrew jumped in…no…more like flew in from behind Vincent, with elbows pulled back and hand tightened into a veiny fist, with which he descended on Joshua’s jaw, sending his face to the back of his head. Jane and I screamed in horror as Joshua went limp and fell to the floor. There was no way he could survive such a blow. “He

Anne With all the events of the past month, things had been a whole lot stressful physically and mentally. The thing with the paparazzi was taking longer to diminish. Vincent being the heir to Sawyer Memorial plus his other passive income asserts had placed him on the top 10 billionaire bachelors under 30. It was from the press releases that I found out that in his early twenties, he’d taken the money he’d gotten from his trust fund to acquire new and dying companies, both foreign and local, and today, more than half the companies were flourishing wildly. On top of that, Vincent and Andrew had inherited properties worth billions of dollars from their grandparents. This was why the press was still shocked as to why such people would go for a nobody like me. “It’s not a movie…” read one news caption, “It’s life.” Vincent had mentioned his wealth sometime in the past, but he didn’t delve into it. Stupid me was lost in kissing the heck out of him that most of the things he told me were l

Anne The police were already at the address before I arrived. There were two of them, a male and a female, coming out of the five-story building. I rushed towards them, introduced myself as the distress caller, and asked after Jane. It shocked me they weren’t carrying her out of the apartment already. There were no ambulances in the area. People did not gather around as they should at a time like this. ‘A time like what?’ my brain asked me. The two officers told me it was a false lead. That I had given them a wrong address, or I was playing a prank on them. Something that, according to them, had been going on lately. I played the call I recorded to them. After listening, they confirmed that the individual truly sounded like someone in trouble, but could also be acting just to make me believe she was really in danger. Nonetheless, the address she’d given clearly was the wrong one. Just to be sure she’d not confused the buildings, they’d gone to several other houses, inquiring about

Anne “Well, well, well! Who do we have here?” he said, pulling up a chair and sitting on it, then crossed his leg and leaned backward. “If it isn’t the famous Anne.” He let me see him. I knew it was him all along, but for him to make himself known to me didn’t bode well for me. I didn’t let him see the fear I felt. I just stared at his face with what I believed to be a stoic expression. “Are you happy to see me, sweetie?” he asked in a high-pitched grandma voice. I didn’t respond. I just stared at him whilst my mind wheeled, searching for anything that’ll be of help to me. I needn’t act rashly. That’ll be a death sentence. I just needed to wait it out and observe. The whole place was dark with just a single light dangling from a rope at what I guessed to be the centre of the room. From in here, I couldn’t tell what day it was, or how many hours had gone by, but I estimated it to be about six to seven days. The room looked like a dungeon because chains were hanging from diff

Vincent Andrew had wanted to do this as he had recently been involved with Fiona, but I refused. I didn’t want him to jeopardize his relationship with Pamela. I pressed the bell again at Fiona’s penthouse, but got no response. Downstairs, the security had called her up and informed her of a visitor, and she had allowed me up. I didn’t know why she was taking so long to come to the door. For a split second, it had run through my mind that maybe, just maybe, she held Anne captive up her in her penthouse, but sniffled the thought because it was a careless move. Fiona might act all stereotypical blond and empty-headed, but I knew it was all a façade. She had adopted that behavior to fit into her acting career. She was a cunny brainiac. If not anything, the stunt she pulled that day with the sleeping drug would convince all Judases that there was more to her than meets the eye. After what felt like ages, she slowly opened the door. “What a pleasant surprise!” she exclaimed. She had on