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

I wake up with sunlight filtering through the curtains, and a glance at the clock tells me it’s already late. A lingering drowsiness still makes me waver, but reality hits me hard. The pressure of work, my father’s demands... All of this leaves me restless. As if that weren’t enough, the image of Beck won’t leave my mind. Those lips I can’t stop imagining. What if I just had the chance to talk to her?I get out of bed and notice Natasha is still lying there. With a sigh, I head toward the bathroom.—Good morning, love.—Good morning? It’s almost afternoon. Why didn’t you wake me up?—Because you’re mad?I ignore the question and continue getting ready.—I’m a Sanchez, and I have to take on responsibilities. I need to wake up early.As I get dressed, I notice the disappointment in her eyes.—Natasha, you’re an amazing woman, but I’m tired. Let’s not fool ourselves. My plans are different.She approaches, caressing my face, as if trying to convince me.—My love, I can change. If you wan

The night seemed endless. Bryan’s patience was wearing thin with Rebeca’s friend. The guy was an insufferable chatterbox, but Bryan tried to hold back. Finally, he made a subtle joke, managing to draw a smile from Rebeca. It was as if the presence of that friend almost disappeared when he saw her glow.Suddenly, Bryan’s phone rang. He saw the name on the screen and sighed.—Hello.—Where are you?—What do you want?Bryan stepped away a bit to talk, impatient.—Be quick, I’m busy.—Yes, I know. You’re with some promiscuous girl, aren’t you?—Did you call me just for this?—No. Natasha is in the hospital. She tried to take her own life.Bryan fell silent, feeling the weight of the situation.—Alright. I’m on my way.Hanging up the phone, he looked at Rebeca and her friend. He tried to stay calm, but lost his patience with the guy.—I need to leave. And for your own good, I hope I don’t see you again soon.Without waiting for a response, he left for the hospital. There, Sebastian and Nat

Lidia, after searching for Igor throughout the hospital, finally finds him in the doctors' lounge. She takes a deep breath, trying to find the courage to tell him what she discovered, but Igor is direct:—Finally found you!Igor looks up from the papers he was reading and stares at her with a serious expression.—What do you want, Lidia?She hesitates for a moment but decides to get straight to the point.—So, do you remember that guy who was at Sebastian’s party?Igor rolls his eyes, clearly remembering.—Ah, the one who was with Beck. He has a way of being a nuisance.—Yes... and he’s the fiancé of that woman in the ICU, the one you asked Beck to take care of.—I see... and what of it?Lidia takes a breath and continues, finally spilling everything out.—He wants Beck’s address.Igor suddenly stands up, clearly irritated.—Why does he want Beck’s address?—I don’t know. He asked me, but I told him I’d ask you.Igor runs his hand over his face, annoyed.—Leave it to me. I’ll handle t

The afternoon was warm, and Beck and Bryan were still sitting on the grass. Bryan, always with an introspective expression, seemed distant, lost in thoughts that Beck couldn't quite grasp. She watched him out of the corner of her eye, but the silence between them was comfortable, with no need for words.—I'm going to get some ice cream. Want one? Beck broke the silence with a light smile.—No. I don’t like ice cream, Bryan replied without even looking away.Beck got up and went to the ice cream cart. She ordered a chocolate one, one of her favorite flavors, and sat back down next to Bryan, enjoying each spoonful of the sweet treat. In a moment of distraction, Bryan reached out and took her ice cream, casually licking it.—Hey! If you want ice cream, get your own! Beck exclaimed, surprised, trying to reclaim her ice cream.Bryan smirked. —Yours looks tasty.She snatched the ice cream from his hand and looked at him challengingly. Bryan, with a mischievous expression, asked:—Just give

These days at home, without working at the hospital, have been strange. Even with all the chaos that led to my dismissal, I miss being there. I’m trying to keep busy with things my father left pending, but sometimes, the longing for the hospital weighs heavily on me. My mom tries to help; she always sends me pictures from Norway, and that helps lessen the distance a bit.I’m organizing papers in the office when the door opens abruptly. Dylan walks in without ceremony, as if the house were his.—Why didn’t you tell me you got fired?He sits in front of me, visibly agitated.—First of all, hi, Dylan! How are you?He takes a deep breath, trying to control himself.—Sorry. It just caught me by surprise.He stares at me, waiting for an explanation.—You can start telling me everything.—I got fired because I almost killed Emilly.Dylan gets serious, a glint of anger in his eyes.—What did she do this time?He speaks through gritted teeth.—It doesn’t matter now, Dylan. All I can say is tha