All Chapters of THE WOMAN THEY COULDN’T BREAK: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter 81The air in the hall was heavy, thick with fear, and even though the terrorists tried to appear confident, I could see the unease in their eyes. They didn’t expect the police to connect to the giant screen earlier, and now, even without direct communication, I knew the police would not sit idle. They would act.I already saw the red light blinking in the cctv and I knew that the police were on the rescue plan. The terrorists had earlier turned off all the cctv but it seems like they do not know how determined our state’s police is. Our technology is upgraded to the highest level so connecting to the cctv would be a piece of cake for them.At first, everything was still and tense with silence as the terrorists muttered in low voices, clutching their weapons tighter, while the hostages held their breath. My hands trembled in my lap, not only from fear but from the anticipation of what might come next. My thoughts went briefly to Nathan wherever he was, if he was even alive. Th

Chapter 83The terrorists scrambled, dragging the nurse and old man tighter to their chests, guns digging into flesh.“Back off!” the leader snarled. “Until we see our brother, no one leaves from here alive! We’ll kill them all and we’ll kill ourselves if we have to!”The air was electric, charged with terror.Sergeant Kane took a step forward, his voice steady. “Listen. We will call headquarters and we will discuss the release of your brother. Just don’t hurt anyone. Lower your weapons, and let’s talk.”The leader’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t trust him. None of the terrorists did.And then.... suddenly, the lights went out.Total darkness swallowed the hall. Gasps and screams rang out. Chairs toppled. My heart leapt into my throat as I clutched the edge of the table.In the cover of blackness, the police moved. Stealthy, coordinated, inching closer, using the chaos to close the gap. My breath hitched as I tried to make out shapes in the dark, but all I heard were muffled footsteps, shi

Chapter 85“Yes... in the end, she dodged the shot, no wonder...”“That’s true, I was surprised that she wasn’t shot, officers please take her, She is a snake!!!”Something inside me snapped, the fear boiling over into fury. Before I even knew what I was doing, my hand lashed out across his face. The sharp crack echoed, and his head jerked sideways from the impact.“Stop calling me that!” I shouted, my voice shrill, breaking. “I am not your boss, I don’t even know you! I’ve never seen you before in my life!”But instead of denying me, he laughed. It wasn’t a laugh of amusement.... it was a laugh of triumph, as if he had set something in motion that could not be stopped.“Boss,” he said again, softer now, almost tender, like the word was sacred. “We’ve been caught, but you must go down too. Do you think being a woman will save you? Do you think you can hide behind those innocent eyes forever?”The room erupted. A tidal wave of whispers, accusations, and gasps swelled until I thought my

Chapter 87CARMEN’S POV I never imagined a single night’s mistake would turn my life upside down. When I slammed on my brakes that evening, tires screeching against the wet asphalt, heart pounding as Nathan’s body rolled across the hood, soaked by the pouring rain, I thought I’d killed him. I thought I’d ended a man’s life with one reckless decision. I was supposed to be in police custody by now but thank God my lawyer was able to prove my innocence through a cctv footage that showed how he stood in front of my car. I was asked to pay a fine and settle all the hospital bills and also pay compensation if the victim says so. I agreed to all their conditions. But fate… fate had other plans. Nathan survived and now, days later, I sat in the hospital’s waiting room, palms sweating, heart rattling in my ribcage, waiting to hear news I wasn’t sure I wanted. Every second felt like it lasted an hour, every beep of the machines echoing from behind closed doors reminding me of the acc

Chapter 89 Carmen’s POV I never imagined my life would twist into this and that I would ever be standing in a sterile hospital room, trying to rewrite someone else’s story as if it were my own. The white walls felt like they were pressing in on me, suffocating me with their brightness. The faint smell of antiseptic stung to my nostrils, and the constant beeping of machines echoed in my ears. It was supposed to be reassuring, I mean it was the sound of life still pulsing and showing that he was alive but right now, it was a cruel reminder of how fragile everything truly was. Nathan lay on the bed before me, his face pale, eyes distant, his lips trembling as though searching for words he couldn’t quite piece together or searching his head for a particular someone that I didn’t want him to remember. His broad shoulders which were once a symbol of strength, now looked smaller under the thin hospital blanket. He was awake. He was alive but he was not whole. The doctor had warned