All Chapters of Broken Bonds: Beyond Destiny: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

SophiaI wanted to go home. The day had already been long enough to make me not want to stay a minute longer at the company. Mom was waiting for me with lunch ready. Not that she had cooked, of course, she spent her days resting. Ever since she had that health scare, I’ve had the perfect excuse to stay at my parents' house, though I wasn’t sure how long that would last. I knew that sooner or later I’d have to tell my parents that someone was following me and we had no idea who it could be.I was behind on work because I had taken over Mom’s tasks. We had a meeting in the morning where I had to see Bright, and I left it feeling drained from how uncomfortable it was. Dante hadn’t been there (the meeting didn’t involve him) but it was so exhausting that I was grateful he hadn’t shown up. Everything would have been worse.I was sitting behind the front desk, organizing documents that had fallen to the floor. I had to take the time to put them back in order.But I felt his presence. It was

SophiaI wasn't excited about the idea of going out with someone else, but I had no other choice after agreeing to the date. I felt bad about wanting to cancel on Stefan after seeing how excited he looked when I said yes. I think he expected me to say no, but he was surprised when he heard me agree.I didn’t have anything to wear. Nothing for a date. I asked one of the werewolves to bring me clothes from home. I didn’t feel like spending an hour picking out a dress because I wasn’t in the mood for a date, but I tried. I got ready and fixed myself up. I told myself that maybe, just maybe, tonight I could make a new friend even though that wasn’t what he wanted from me.Stefan was handsome, polite, and had a kind of confidence that, in another life, could’ve won me over. But this wasn’t another life. This was mine, emotionally wrecked and still tied to a man I couldn’t stop looking at, even when I tried. A life where I lost someone precious because I didn’t know how to choose. I guess I

SophiaIt was hard for me to get out of bed that morning. If it hadn’t been for my father hurrying me along, I would’ve been late for the meeting. Actually, I was late.Dad said this meeting was important. He scolded me for waking up so late. I didn’t understand why it was such a big deal for him if we were only meeting with two lawyers from another firm. It wasn’t anything major. At least not compared to other meetings. But he kept insisting I hurry.I nearly ran to the conference room, imagining I’d walk in and everyone would turn to look at me in annoyance, but when I entered with my notebook in hand and my laptop under my arm, I saw no one.I frowned.Not even James was there.I called my brother to ask what was going on.“Sophia?”“James, am I in the right room? I went into conference room two and there’s no one here.”“Sophia, the meeting starts in half an hour. Didn’t you see the message I sent you this morning?”“No. Actually, Dad rushed me out of the house to get to the offic

Sophia It was exhausting to feel guilty even for accepting a hug from Dante, but I let myself go and allowed him to hold me. It was what he seemed to want, which surprised me. He looked upset, but Dante still sought to hug me. His love kept his wounded pride from taking over, and he offered me comfort.It would be unfair to say that was the kind of attitude I expected from Bright. That was never going to happen. Dante could be resentful, but Bright outdid him in that category.When I pulled away from Dante, our eyes met. His gaze was full of sadness, and still, there was no anger in it. At least not the anger I deserved. Maybe that’s why I felt so guilty even about accepting a hug because this wasn’t what I deserved. Not after the hurt."I can't give you what you need, Dante," I said, wiping my face with the sleeve of my blouse. My makeup was probably a mess. "Not because I don’t value you. It’s not about your worth, but because..." I tried to find the words, but nothing felt right.

SophiaDante had already gone home, and I should’ve been back at work hours ago to continue with my pending tasks, but I didn’t have the strength to do it that afternoon. Something wasn’t right with me.I was at my parents' house, sitting on the living room couch, a blanket over my legs and a cup of tea —already cold— in my hands, waiting for the physical discomfort to go away. But the truth is that since I arrived home, and even before that, I’d already been feeling exhausted and unwell. My stomach felt unsettled like it was in knots. Something strange was lodged there, and even the tea wasn’t helping. It was cold, but the chill in my body wasn’t normal. I felt dazed as if my mind were covered by a thick fog that wouldn't let me think clearly, and that fog had a name and a last name, and it weighed about forty pounds of rocks.I’d had nausea since I woke up from my nap, and it hadn’t gone away, not even with the tea. The kitchen maid offered to call a doctor, but I told her no.There