Todos os capítulos de The Woman He Broke: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

*ARLENE’s POV*Patricia made sure I arrived safely on the island, her protective instincts kicking into overdrive. She had arranged for a luxurious yacht to transport me to the venue, the sleek vessel cutting through the azure waters like a knife. As I stepped aboard, the salty breeze whipped through my hair, the sun glinting off the waves, amplifying the thrill of anticipation and the flutter of nerves in my stomach.“I’ve already ordered dinner for you,” Patricia announced, her voice brisk yet comforting as we made our way toward the opulent VIP room. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be back with Mago soon.”We paused in front of the door, and a heavy sigh escaped Patricia’s lips. “So, this is it.” Her expression shifted from excitement to concern, and she looked me squarely in the eye. “Are you sure you can handle this?”“Hey,” I said, trying to project more confidence than I felt. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”“Dating Mago is not a joke, Arlene.” Her tone turned serious, e

*ARLENE’s POV* "Behave, Mago. Arlene is nothing like the girls you usually date.” Patricia warned, her voice carrying both concern and authority.I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of uncertainty. Should I be offended? Patricia’s words suggested I wasn’t Mago's usual type, but maybe that was a good thing. After all, Patricia was protective of me—she wouldn’t warn him if she didn’t care.Patricia cleared her throat, her sharp eyes glancing between Mago and me before she continued, “I only rented this room because I wanted this meeting to stay private. You know how people talk.”“I told you, I’ve got this,” Mago replied with a smile that seemed both casual and loaded with charm. He had a way of disarming people with that smile—confident, almost too confident.I wish he'd smile like that at me. Mago and I had known each other since high school, though he probably didn’t remember. Back then, he wasn’t the flirtatious heartthrob he was now. He used to be quiet, reserved, even a little nerd

*MAGO’s POV*Of all the girls I’ve dated, this one had to be the most boring. I couldn’t help but wonder how she and Patricia were even friends. Every time I tried to start a conversation, she’d shut it down with a one-word answer, her disinterest as clear as day. I liked women, but I didn’t want to chase them. Hard-to-get girls? They were the ones I hated the most.But there was something about her—the way she was dressed, her makeup, the way she carried herself. It screamed player. Her sexy dress clung to her body like a second skin, hinting at experience, confidence. She was the kind of girl who played innocent, all coy glances and soft shrugs, but I knew better. I’d seen it all before—girls like her only wanted to prove they could make men like me crawl.“I like music,” she finally offered, her voice so flat it could’ve been a statement about the weather.“Music? Well, that makes us the same. What kind of music do you like?” I asked, trying to reel her in, hoping to find some comm

*MAGO’s POV*What the hell? She kissed my cheek. That completely threw me off. I wasn’t expecting it, and now I found myself more intrigued than ever. She was playing hard to get, and I had to admit—it was working. The chase was driving me crazy, pulling me in deeper.She settled onto the lounger, wrapping her arms around her legs, looking so innocent. She had no idea how tempting her simple gestures were—especially when she bit her lip like that. It was killing me.I cleared my throat, trying to keep my cool. “What song do you want me to play?” I asked, sitting beside her.She thought for a moment, biting her lip again. I nearly groaned. “Your Love by Alamid,” she finally said with a soft smile.Of course. A hopeless romantic. Her song choice gave her away, and now I knew exactly how to handle her. I started strumming the guitar, watching her closely. Her wide eyes filled with wonder as she listened, and suddenly, I felt the tables turn. I was supposed to be the one seducing her, but

*MAGO’s POV*It was strange, even unsettling, to find myself talking about my preferences in women with her. I’d never discussed it with anyone before, but something about her drew me in. Her boldness, her determination—it ignited something inside me that I couldn’t deny. If only she wasn’t a virgin, I’d already have had my way with her, exploring every inch until my desire was sated.The bet seemed like the perfect solution. If I win, I’ll get a taste of her without the burden of responsibility. Virgins always came with strings attached—clinging, expectations, emotional messes I had no interest in. But if this deal gave me a way to enjoy her without those complications, I’d do everything in my power to win.For a moment, the room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. I half-expected her to back out, to realize how reckless she was being. But then, to my surprise, she looked me dead in the eyes and said, “Deal.”A spark of excitement shot through me. I checked my smartwatch, hiding