Chapter 51: Sarah Belongs To Me

Henry’s POV.The garden stretches out beneath the balcony in perfect silence, the lights from the party fading behind me as the last of the guests begin to leave; I am just watching the shadows settle back into place as if the night is reclaiming what belongs to it.Jack shifts slightly beside me, waiting, as he always does, for the next order.“You don’t like it,” he says after a while.“I don’t like what?” I ask without looking at him.“This,” he replies. “You don’t like the way she reacted. She must be angry but she didn’t.”Perhaps he’s right. Sarah must be angry when she knows I will marry another woman. But she didn’t. That makes me get annoying every time I glance at her. She tries to be nice with Emily which doesn’t like her at all. I hate the moment she gives up on me like the letter she sent me in Christmas. I don’t know anymore. Just so annoying.Silence falls again, heavier this time.“…She really is fine?” I ask.Jack nods. “Yes. She was talking with Miss Walton. And with

Chapter 51: Running Away Again?

Sarah’s POV.The night air is colder, or maybe it’s just the way everything inside me feels like it’s collapsing at once, and I press my back harder against the stone wall as if that can somehow hold me together, as if something solid can stop the way my chest tightens every time I replay the image of them standing together under the lights like they were always meant to be there.I don’t cry. I sit on the floor and think about my life after he gets marriage. I don’t know how to face him and I lied to him in the Christmas letter but my heart doesn’t follow my order.“Hey—hey, what are you doing out here?”Mila’s voice cuts through everything like a rope thrown to someone drowning, and I open my eyes quickly, wiping at the corner of them before she can get too close, but she’s already there, already looking at me the way she always does when she knows I’m lying before I even speak.“I just needed some air,” I say, forcing a small smile that doesn’t reach anywhere real.Mila crosses her

Chapter 53: Henry's Childhood

Henry’s POV.“…Do you remember where you came from?” Daniel asks.“…Unfortunately,” I say quietly, “I do.”My hand rests against the glass as I stare out at the grounds, but I’m not seeing the present anymore. My jaw tightens slightly, and before I realize it, the memory pulls me under.The house was always loud, not with laughter or warmth or anything that could resemble a home, but with the constant, suffocating noise of things breaking against walls, of furniture being overturned without warning, of glass shattering into pieces that no one ever bothered to clean up properly, and of voices raised not in conversation but in anger.I was small back then, small enough that my hands couldn’t stop anything, small enough that my body wasn’t built to fight, but I was still old enough to understand exactly what was happening around me.“Henry,” my mother whispered once, her voice shaking as she crouched beside me, her hand gripping my shoulder just a little too tight, “take your brother and

All Chapters of I Stole The Don's Heart: Chapter 51 - Chapter 53

Chapter 51: Sarah Belongs To Me

Chapter 51: Running Away Again?

Chapter 53: Henry's Childhood