Todos los capítulos de HE BROKE ME; THEN HE OWNED ME: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

ElenaMarcel stepped closer. The others moved out.He approached me slowly, like I was dangerous.“We’re not really sure who the real one is between you and Katherine,” he said, voice low. “But I want it to be you.”The sincerity in his voice hit me in a place I didn’t expect. Something flickered behind his eyes, regret, hope, maybe both.I narrowed mine. “Why? Is it because of the password? You need someone to unlock the Obsidian Sons, right? If that’s what this is about, you’re wasting your time. I don’t have them. She should.”His jaw tightened. “That’s exactly why I want it to be you.” His voice cracked with something between desperation and rage. “Because she doesn’t know the password. And if you do, it changes everything.”There was heat in his eyes now, barely restrained. A storm gathering behind his calm.Then it snapped. He raised his voice, sudden and sharp. “Why don’t you remember?!”The shout startled me, more because of the way it twisted his expression like he hated him

Katherine.The mirror in front of me didn’t lie. My hands were steady, my lips parted just enough to allow the creamy red lipstick to glide smoothly. I wasn’t in a rush. I rarely was. I had mastered the art of composure long before the world around me learned how to burn. When I still used my body to gain informations from influential men, making myself a irresistible liability for them is never a problem.A faint knock echoed on the door. I ignored it.The knock turned into a slam.Raven barged in like he owned the room, like fury had carried him past logic and restraint. Of course, he owned the room.His eyes, normally sharp, always observant were wild now, bloodshot, his chest heaving.I smirked into the mirror."Did I say you could come in?" I asked, still holding the lipstick in my hand, perfectly poised to finish the curve of my mouth."Marcel is dead. Thorne killed him."I didn’t flinch."And Thorne?" I asked, dragging the stick along the edge of my lower lip."Still breathi

~FreyaHer mouth was still on me, tongue teasing, lips slick with desire.I grabbed her hair, fingers twisting into the strands, and pulled her head back.She looked up at me, surprised and turned on.“Lie down,” I said, voice low and dark.Rosy obeyed instantly, crawling backward until she was on her back, eyes wide with anticipation. I climbed on top of her, reversing our positions from just minutes before. Now it was her pinned beneath me, her breathing shallow, her pupils blown wide with want.“You made me fall apart,” I whispered, leaning down to kiss her hard. “Now it’s your turn.”I kissed her neck, biting gently until she moaned. My hands slid over her chest, slipping under her shirt, nails dragging up her ribs. I peeled her top off and tossed it aside, then cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples until they were hard and aching.She arched into me, but I pinned her wrists above her head."You're not calling the shots anymore, Rosy," I murmured against her ear.

~KatherineI paced the room like a caged animal, the walls pressing in on me with every quiet second. My hands itched with restlessness, my heart beating faster than I liked to admit. I wasn’t ready to face what was coming.Elena! She ruined it all.The mirror caught my reflection, mascara half-done, lips bare, eyes lined but hollow. I scoffed. If there was ever a time to pretend I had my life together, it was now.The door creaked open. I didn’t flinch, but my fingers curled tighter around the mascara wand.“They're here,” Raven said, his voice unusually quiet.I turned to face him. His jaw was tight. “All of them?”He nodded once. “Freya. Rosy. Lucien. Lorenzo.”A pause.“And Marcel?” I asked, already knowing the answer.His eyes darkened. “You already know.”“I do.” I capped the mascara and tossed it aside. My throat tightened, but I refused to show wea

~KatherineThe soft hum of the sweeping device echoed around the room, its small wheels gliding across the marble floor as it sucked up invisible dust. I didn’t need to be doing this, God knows the maids were more than capable but something about the mindless motion calmed me. Made me feel in control. Maybe that’s what I needed with everything falling apart.Raven had stepped out earlier, muttering something about checking the guard shift and needing to clear his head. Typical. He always needed space when he was thinking too much, which lately, was all the time.I stood barefoot, wearing nothing more than a silk robe loosely tied around my waist. My hair was still damp from the bath, strands sticking to the back of my neck. The sound of the device was loud, but not loud enough to drown out the abrupt creak of the door.I turned and there he was.Lucien.He stopped the moment he entered, his hand still on the doorknob. His sharp jaw tensed. “Oh sorry,” he muttered, clearly taken of