All Chapters of Conflict Of Hearts : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Beck was lying next to Igor, feeling his warmth beside her. The room was silent, but her thoughts were a whirlwind.—What do you mean?—I know it might be too soon for this... But, Beck, we’ve known each other for a long time.Beck stared at him, trying to understand what he meant.—Let’s give it a try...She sighed, hesitant.—I’m scared, Igor.—What are you scared of?—What if one day we don’t work out... together?Igor took her hand, intertwining their fingers.—We’ll never know if we don’t try.She bit her lip, still a little apprehensive.—Let’s just see how it goes...He pulled her close and kissed her intensely and passionately. Beck pulled away slightly, her heart racing.—Love, I want everyone to know we’re together.—Are you crazy? We could lose our jobs! Especially you!—I don’t care. I’m a renowned doctor; I can get a job at another hospital. I just can’t pretend we’re friends.She shook her head, a slight smile appearing.—You’re always so intense, Igor.She sat up on the

As Dylan stepped out of the car, he hurried toward the hospital reception. His thoughts were a mix of worry and anxiety, imagining the worst about Beck’s condition. Before he could ask at the reception, he heard a familiar voice calling him.—Dylan, over here!Dylan turned and saw Beck’s father with an expression of sadness and exhaustion. He quickly approached him, apprehensive.—What happened, Mr. Rivera? I came as fast as I could.—It’s Beck...As soon as he said her name, Dylan felt as if his heart stopped. The worry he felt now intensified.—What happened to her?—She... lost it, Dylan. I don’t know what you two talked about, but after you left, my wife went into her room and called us in desperation.—What did she do? Please, tell me.—When Diego and I got there, everything was turned upside down, many things broken. And the worst... Beck had bruised fists, bleeding wrists. She was in shock, not saying anything.Dylan looked at him, desperate, fighting the urge to run to her roo

Beck was enjoying her last moments at Igor’s house. It had been three days since he had been pampering her, insisting that she not do anything to strain her injured wrist. But Beck was already impatient, eager to resume her routine.—If it were up to Igor, we’d be glued together all day, she murmured as she folded some clothes that Dylan had brought so she could spend those days there.She knew Igor hadn’t liked Dylan’s visit at all. The jealousy had been evident in his eyes, though he hadn’t said anything. She was thinking about this when her phone rang. She picked it up casually, assuming it was Igor. But the voice on the other end made her frown.—Hello?—Wow, you really did block me! said a male voice.Beck immediately recognized Bryan’s voice, and his mocking tone made her roll her eyes.—What do you want? Just say it! she replied, impatient.—We got off on the wrong foot, Beck. I know you’re not with my brother anymore.Beck rolled her eyes.—So?—And I want to invite you out.S

In the dim light of the bar, the atmosphere is one of tension disguised by smiles and exchanged glances. I hold my glass and take a sip, the bitter taste of the drink mixing with the bittersweet flavor of the company.—I thought you weren’t going to accept my invitation.—I didn’t have anything better to do.I take another sip, watching his smile waver for a moment.—You’re hurting my feelings, kitten.—I have a name, and for you, it’s Rebeca.He sighs but seems to enjoy the game.—Alright, Rebeca... so tell me about yourself.I raise an eyebrow, my expression serious.—You must already know about me. I’m sure you had me investigated as soon as you found out I was with your brother.—Actually, I didn’t. Sebastian wouldn’t like that at all, and I value our good relationship.I look away, not caring for the explanation.—Do you have any brothers or sisters?—No, I’m an only child.He watches me, perhaps expecting a revealing detail.—I have a confession.—And what would that be?Bryan l

With her eyes closed, Beck absorbed the surroundings. Suddenly, a hand gently touched her face. When she opened her eyes, she saw Bryan’s face very close to hers, his gaze intense, as if he wanted to say something words couldn’t express.—Let’s go, Beck murmured, interrupting the moment. She stood up quickly, not giving him time to respond, and walked toward the car.She opened the door and got in, waiting for Bryan. He appeared shortly after, with a look of disappointment on his face. He didn’t question her, just got into the car and took the wheel in silence.—You can drop me off at the corner near the bar, Beck said firmly, keeping her gaze fixed ahead.Bryan just nodded in agreement, not arguing. The tension between them was palpable, a silence that seemed to scream louder than any conversation. When they reached the destination, Beck said goodbye quickly and got out of the car without looking back. Bryan watched her in the rearview mirror as she walked away and sighed, then conti