All Chapters of THE WOMAN THEY COULDN’T BREAK: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 61 The warehouse where Nathan was kept stank of rust and dampness, the air heavy with the metallic tang of blood. Somewhere in the shadows, rats scurried, their claws scratching against concrete, but their sound was faint compared to the low groans of a man bound to a chair in the centre of the room. Nathan Cain’s head lolled forward, his face swollen and battered, his lips cracked and bleeding. His once-pristine shirt was now shredded and soaked through out with crimson stains. The untouchable Nathan Cain was now in Jasper’s clutches all because of his love for Elena. Two thugs lingered nearby, their silhouettes illuminated by a single hanging bulb that swayed faintly overhead, making the shadows dance across the walls. One leaned against a steel beam, casually flipping a pocketknife open and shut, while the other stood watch at the heavy iron door, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable. It had been hours.... maybe days. Nathan had lost count ever since he’d been

Chapter 63I didn’t know that fear could spread so quickly, like a storm spilling through every part of your body until it controls your every breath. That’s what it felt like the moment I realized Nathan wasn’t just missing.... he was taken and swallowed by something darker than I could understand.The police had been working, yes, but they were slow..... too slow. Their investigation felt like water dripping from a broken tap... one drop at a time, useless against the wildfire burning in my chest but everything changed the morning Nathan’s father arrived at the station.I had only seen Mr. Cain a handful of times, mostly in stiff family settings. He was the kind of man who carried power in his very posture, a businessman who spoke rarely but commanded rooms when he did. Seeing him storm into the station that morning was like watching a general prepare for war. His grey suit was pressed, his shoes gleamed, but his face.... oh God, his face looked ten years older than the last time I

Chapter 65 The warehouse loomed like a monster in the shadows of the city, crouched low and sprawling, with its rusted metal skin and shattered windows glaring back at the city like eyes that had seen too much. I didn’t know what was happening inside at that moment, I was in my house thinking about how he was doing, but every beat of my heart whispered Nathan’s name. He was in there, my Nathan, my anchor and I had to believe he was fighting to hold on. But this isn’t where my story inside this chapter begins. No, inside that suffocating warehouse, Nathan’s world had narrowed into darkness, fear, and rope that bit into his skin until blood slicked his wrists. He sat on the cold, oil-stained floor with his hands tied cruelly behind his back, the stench of sweat, rust, and damp wood clawing at his lungs. His head pounded from the blows they’d given him earlier, and his vision swam, but he kept fighting the fog in his mind. He couldn’t give in. He couldn’t stop thinking of me. A

Chapter 67Nathan’s povThe ropes had cut into my wrists so deeply that I could barely feel my fingers anymore. My arms were sore, blood pooling at the edges of the rough hemp, and every small movement was like rubbing sandpaper over raw flesh. The stench of sweat, alcohol and damp concrete filled the warehouse, and the only light came from flickering bulbs swinging overhead. The thugs were drunk, two of them were shouting, and the other two were fighting each other. I could hear glass breaking, curses filling the air.And then, fate intervened.One of the bottles shattered against the wall during their fight, and I heard the sharp clink of a shard skittering across the floor. My eyes darted to the sound. The piece glimmered under the light just a foot away from me. My pulse quickened. Hope was dangerous in this place, but I couldn’t ignore it.I twisted, straining against the ropes, inching my chair closer. My fingers, numb and trembling, brushed against the glass. For a moment, I t

Chapter 69 Third Person pov The tires screeched against the wet asphalt as the driver slammed the brakes. Her chest heaved with panic as she jumped out of her car, rain tapping her face like tiny knives. A crowd had already begun to gather, people rushing forward, their voices clashing into a storm of blame, confusion and horror. “Were you blind???” a woman screamed at her. “Didn’t you see him?!” one man barked at her, trying to pull her by the arm. “He just appeared out of nowhere!” she cried, shaking herself free, her voice trembling with desperation. Her gaze darted to the man lying broken on the ground. Nathan. His clothes were soaked in rain and blood, his body frighteningly still, save for the faint rise and fall of his chest. His lips moved sluggishly, a whisper escaping them, one name, one word, before he slipped deeper into unconsciousness. “Elena…” The woman’s throat tightened. She had no idea who Elena was, but the way his cracked voice held onto the name sent