All Chapters of HEARTBREAKER: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Melody's shears snipped through the air, moving from one man to the next, leaving a trail of severed fingers and screams in her wake. The men's eyes widened in horror as they realized they were no match for the Blood Axe gang's brutality. Collins' team worked with precision, their movements choreographed to inflict maximum pain and fear. Alexander's men were no match for their skill and ruthlessness, and they knew it. They stood frozen in terror, unable to move or resist as Melody and the others exacted their revenge. The sound of snapping bones and severed tendons filled the air, accompanied by the men's pitiful wails. The room was a blur of blood and chaos, with Collins' team moving through it with deadly efficiency. As the torture continued, the men's screams grew weaker, their bodies trembling with fear and pain. They knew they were doomed, trapped in a living nightmare from which they would never awaken. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Melody finished her gruesome

Isabelle woke up with a start, her eyes swollen and her body aching from the hard floor. She had cried herself to sleep, exhausted from the emotional turmoil. Rose, sensing her distress, had curled up beside her, providing comfort. As she sat up, her head spun, and she rubbed her temples. The events of the previous night came flooding back, and she groaned, burying her face in her hands. After a few moments, she got up, her body creaking in protest. She stumbled to the bathroom, Rose following closely behind. The warm bath revived her slightly, and she washed away the tears and stress. Then, she bathed Rose, who yelped and squirmed but ultimately enjoyed the attention. Clean and refreshed, they returned to the bed, waiting for breakfast. Isabelle's stomach growled, and she hoped Collins wouldn't deprive her of food as punishment. Just as she settled in, a knock on the door broke the silence. Isabelle's heart skipped a beat. Who could it be? Collins, come to gloat or taunt her? Or mayb

Isabelle woke up the next morning to the sound of birds chirping outside her window. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Rose, her loyal dog, lay curled up at the foot of her bed, her eyes opening as Isabelle stirred. Isabelle reached down to scratch behind Rose's ears, smiling at the comfort her furry companion brought her. As she got out of bed and began her morning routine, Isabelle's mind wandered back to the previous day. The time spent with Kelvin had been a welcome distraction, and she felt a renewed sense of determination to face the days ahead. Today, she knew, would be filled with more preparations for the wedding, but she was resolved to stay strong and keep a clear head. After dressing in a simple but elegant outfit, Isabelle made her way downstairs to the kitchen. The mansion was quiet, the staff already bustling about their duties. She found Kelvin in the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of coffee. He looked up and smiled when he sa

Kelvin chuckled softly, a hint of a smile playing at his lips. "That's a fair question. It's not something I talk about often, but I suppose you deserve to know." Isabelle settled back against the pillows, curious to hear his story. Rose, sensing the change in atmosphere, rested her head on Isabelle's lap. "I grew up in a pretty tough neighborhood," Kelvin began, his voice taking on a reflective tone. "My family didn't have much, and life was a constant struggle. My father left when I was young, so it was just me, my mother, and my younger sister. I had to grow up fast, take on responsibilities that most kids my age didn't have to think about." Isabelle listened intently, her eyes fixed on Kelvin as he spoke. "When I was a teenager, I got into some trouble," he continued. "I was angry and frustrated with our situation, and I made some bad choices. But then I met someone who changed my life—a mentor who saw potential in me and helped me turn things around. He taught me discipline, self

As Isabelle stepped into the grand wedding hall, her eyes fell upon the variety of people who had gathered to witness her union with Collins. The hall was a sea of elegant dresses and sharp suits, with the scent of fresh flowers mingling with the faint hum of conversation. The decorations were breathtaking, a testament to the care and attention that had gone into planning this day. Her gaze drifted over the crowd, and suddenly, she spotted two familiar faces that made her heart skip a beat. Her mother, dressed in a beautiful deep blue gown, stood next to her best friend, Stacy, who was wearing a stunning bridesmaid dress that complemented Isabelle's own bridal gown. The sight of them filled her with a rush of emotions—joy, confusion, and relief all mingling together. Isabelle's eyes widened in surprise. She hadn't seen her mother or Stacy since she had been taken by Collins, and their sudden appearance here at her wedding was both bewildering and comforting. She had worried about them