Lahat ng Kabanata ng HE BROKE ME; THEN HE OWNED ME: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Elena, Age 24 I couldn’t stop smiling. The mirror reflected everything I’d ever dreamed of me, wrapped in white silk and lace, glowing with the kind of joy I never knew was possible. The dress fit like it was made just for me. Every tiny detail shimmered with promise. Six years. That’s how long it had taken for Hunter and me to reach this moment. Six years of loving him, choosing him, and now, marrying him. “You’re really going to Maldives, huh?” Mia’s voice burst into the room, her face alight with excitement as she leaned against the doorway. Her big blue eyes twinkled with mischief. “You’ve only mentioned it a hundred times.” “Try a thousand,” I teased. “But yes, Maldives. Sunsets, ocean air, and no one around but the love of my life. It’s going to be perfect.” “You are perfect,” she said, walking over to inspect the dress. “Seriously. I knew this one was it. The moment you tried it on, I saw the look on your face.” She blinked fast, and I realized her eyes were

Thorne, 29“She’s ready for you, sir,” Sarah said behind me, her head bowed low.I didn’t turn immediately. The cigarette hung from my lips as I stared at the photo clutched in my hand, Luna, radiant and glowing, her belly round with life.Every wall of this room bore her image. I needed to see her. Every. Damn. Day. Needed the constant reminder of the promise I made over her grave.I swore I wouldn’t just kill the one who took her from me, I’d wipe out everyone they’d ever loved. Lineage, legacy, all of it, erased.I was supposed to feel peace by now. Vindication. Instead, there was only silence. That gnawing emptiness that refused to leave.“You made her ate?” I asked, eyes still fixed on the photo.Luna had left Brazil for Spain, thinking distance would keep her safe. That last picture, her hand on her stomach, smiling, was the final thing she ever sent me.She never got to hold our child. She never heard our baby's cry.I placed the photo back on the desk and took a long sip fro

Thorne It had been eighteen days. Eighteen days of having her exactly where I wanted her, trapped, trembling, and mine. Elena. I owned her now. Every breath she took was on borrowed time. She belonged to me, whether she accepted it or not. And I wouldn’t let her go until I’d broken every last part of her. I won't let her walk out of here with her two legs, unless it was her corpse. Since that first night, the night she collapsed beneath me, a virgin soaked in fear. I’d taken her again and again, pushing her body to its limits until it couldn’t take me anymore. She’d awakened something inside me. Something I thought died with Luna and the child we lost. Something cruel. Something I wasn’t ready to bury again. She still pretended not to know who she was. But I remembered. And even if I already had my suspicions about who’d sent her, I needed to see her crack, piece by piece. A soft knock came at the door. Lucia. The only woman who had ever seen my pain. S

ThorneSmoke, filling the air.The cigarette shook between my fingers.I had mistaken so many people for others. And I killed them. Their wives. Their children. I burned entire bloodlines to dust for things they never did.And when I realized I was wrong?I killed them too. Because it was easier than regret.But why is it different with Elena?Why does her silence crawl under my skin? Why do her screams echo when I try to sleep?She wasn’t even the one I was hunting.And yet…Her blood is on my hands. Her tears stain my sheets. And now, her child rests in her womb, mine.A child born from vengeance.A woman broken by my hands.I should’ve ended it. Like all the others. Quick. Clean. Quiet.But I didn’t.Because something in her won’t let me.Scott entered just as I stubbed the cigarette out against the ashtray, the smoke curling up like a ghost refusing to leave.“We made her fall asleep, like you said,” he reported quietly. “She’s in the safe room now.”I didn’t look at him.“Guard h

Thorne Sweat.The air conditioner was well active but it wasn't powerful enough to stop me from sweating.Lucia’s hands moved across my shoulders, kneading the tension that refused to melt. Her touch was practiced, trained to soothe, to tame. But tonight, it did nothing.“Stop,” I said, my voice low, sharper than I intended.She paused immediately, hands lingering on my skin.“I have a normal temperature,” I murmured, staring at nothing. “But my head’s burning.”Lucia tilted her head. “Fever?”“No.” I stood, shrugging off the robe she had draped over me. “It’s inside. Here.” I tapped my temple, then pressed a flat palm to my chest. “And here. Like something is clawing out.”She didn’t speak. She never did unless she knew it was safe.I turned my back to her, gripping the edge of the table. The weight of memory sat beside the growing chaos. Luna.After her, I swore never again. Never again would I leave myself open to that kind of love again.But now… now there’s even a child. Growin