All Chapters of Conflict Of Hearts: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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

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