All Chapters of Conflict Of Hearts: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The sun filtered through the trees, and as I opened my eyes, I realized my head was resting on my father’s lap. The feeling of safety this brought made me relax momentarily.—Daughter, are you okay?I blinked to adjust to the brightness of the environment. The confusion of the last few hours still swirled in my mind.—Where is he?—He escaped, but my men went after him.My father helped me up, and at that moment, Dylan appeared, holding a piece of torn shirt, probably from a scuffle with a tree branch.—We didn’t find him.—We need to find him. He saw Beck, and if he works for Benjamin Sanchez, he’ll describe exactly what she looks like, and they’ll come after her.—We’ll deal with that later. He told us where Diego is.—Great! Where is he?—In a cabin on the hill.Dylan looked at us as if an idea had occurred to him.—I know where. They’re very predictable, taking him to an abandoned cabin.—I’m going there with my men. It could be a trap.—I’m going too!—No! You’re going home with

Night had fallen long ago, but I was still buried in deep sleep until I felt the sheet being yanked abruptly from on top of me.—You’ve slept too much, Sleeping Beauty! Dylan said in his provocative tone.Annoyed, I pulled the sheet back and buried my head under the pillow.—Get out of here! I murmured, trying to muffle his voice.The room fell silent, and I thought he had finally left me in peace. But then...—I waited all day for a reply from you, he said insistently. —Answer, Rebeca! I’m starting to think you’re avoiding me.I lifted the pillow from my head and found him holding my phone.—What the hell do you think you’re doing, Dylan? I asked, sitting up in bed.He showed me my phone screen, smiling.—Look, Bryan Sanchez is on your phone.I rolled my eyes, annoyed.—And what’s it to you? Now get out of my room and leave my phone alone!Dylan started mimicking me in an affected voice:—Oh, Bryan, it’ll be a pleasure to go out with you...I glared at him.—Don’t you dare, Dylan, se

My name is Rebeca, but everyone calls me Beck. At 26, I learned to be two people—two versions of myself that coexist in the same body: the dedicated doctor and the ruthless, cold woman who feels nothing. I came from a humble family. My father, Carlos, battled alcoholism and drugs—a fight my mother, Elisabeth, never gave up on. She was a woman of striking beauty and immense heart, admired by everyone. She did the impossible to keep our family together. But their fights were constant—a cycle of shouting and pain that I couldn’t stop watching, and that ended up affecting me deeply. I also had a brother whose greatest pleasure was always an easy life and having fun. He followed the same path as my father and, at 18, dove into the world of drugs. I watched my mother, consumed by the sadness of slowly losing the people she loved. Everything changed on a night I will never forget. I was in my room when I heard the front door being broken down. I ran into the hallway and heard screams. H

My name is Rebeca, but everyone calls me Beck. At 26, I learned to be two people—two versions of myself that coexist in the same body: the dedicated doctor and the ruthless, cold woman who feels nothing. I came from a humble family. My father, Carlos, battled alcoholism and drugs—a fight my mother, Elisabeth, never gave up on. She was a woman of striking beauty and immense heart, admired by everyone. She did the impossible to keep our family together. But their fights were constant—a cycle of shouting and pain that I couldn’t stop watching, and that ended up affecting me deeply. I also had a brother whose greatest pleasure was always an easy life and having fun. He followed the same path as my father and, at 18, dove into the world of drugs. I watched my mother, consumed by the sadness of slowly losing the people she loved. Everything changed on a night I will never forget. I was in my room when I heard the front door being broken down. I ran into the hallway and heard screams. H

My name is Rebeca, but everyone calls me Beck. At 26, I learned to be two people—two versions of myself that coexist in the same body: the dedicated doctor and the ruthless, cold woman who feels nothing. I came from a humble family. My father, Carlos, battled alcoholism and drugs—a fight my mother, Elisabeth, never gave up on. She was a woman of striking beauty and immense heart, admired by everyone. She did the impossible to keep our family together. But their fights were constant—a cycle of shouting and pain that I couldn’t stop watching, and that ended up affecting me deeply. I also had a brother whose greatest pleasure was always an easy life and having fun. He followed the same path as my father and, at 18, dove into the world of drugs. I watched my mother, consumed by the sadness of slowly losing the people she loved. Everything changed on a night I will never forget. I was in my room when I heard the front door being broken down. I ran into the hallway and heard screams. H