บททั้งหมดของ WHISPERS OF A HIDDEN HEART: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

“You’re even more beautiful in person, Jessica Lopez!”“You’re so lucky to have Jerome Hernandez!”“You and Jerome are perfect for each other. I hope you marry him!”“We’ll support you and fight anyone who tries to ruin your relationship!”Compliments rained down on Jessica as she greeted readers at her book signing, the long line of fans stretching endlessly before her. By her side should have been Jerome, yet he had sent word that practice with the team had dragged on longer than expected, delaying his arrival.Since they had become a couple, Jerome had never failed to show his unwavering support. He often accompanied her to promotional events, not only helping attract bigger crowds but also cherishing those moments as stolen chances to be together amidst their busy, separate worlds.Moments later, the crowd erupted into squeals. Her boyfriend had arrived. He immediately went to her side and brushed a kiss on her lips, sending the fans into louder cheers.“Sorry, our meeting with co

Sandra gripped the ball with a face that set like stone. Sweat streaked down her temples, every muscle wound tight, every glance sharp with focus. But beneath it all was an anger pulsed in her chest that was impossible to silence.Yes, you’re the great Sandra! The echo of Jessica’s words slicing through her.From the center of the court, she sprang forward, her feet pounding against the hardwood as though trying to outrun the voice in her head. Rising in a fierce arc, she hurled all the weight of her pain, her fury, her need to prove herself into one motion and sent the ball crashing through the hoop.A person who never learned to love.The taunt rang mercilessly in her ears.She snatched the rebound, rose with explosive force, banked the ball off the backboard, caught it as she descended, then launched herself once more to relase another clean and perfect shot.If loved, can only return two things: pain and suffering!The words cut sharper with every breath. She tore down the court f

Chaos erupted in the coffee shop as a male customer threw a tantrum over an order Vicky had gotten wrong.“Are you making fun of me?! How many times do I have to tell you exactly what I want?! And you still can’t get it right! Are you stupid or what? Are you stupid?!” the man roared at her. He was large, heavyset, and towering, and Vicky couldn’t help but tremble under the sheer force of his anger.“S-sir, I did follow your order… I-it’s just that you keep changing it so many times,” Vicky stammered.“Oh, so now you’re trying to make it look like it’s my fault! You’re calling me a liar! Your shop is already rotten! And your service is even worse!”The man suddenly hurled the food and drinks stacked on the counter. Vicky got splashed by the mess, and the waitress shrank back in even greater fear.Sandra could no longer remain silent. She stepped forward, placing herself between the furious customer and Vicky, gently guiding Vicky behind her.“Sir, no matter how many times I replay your

In the middle of the night, eighteen-year-old Sandra walked home quietly after her shift at the restaurant. The streets were nearly empty, the silence broken only by the faint rhythm of her footsteps.As she passed through a shadowed stretch, four men suddenly appeared, their presence chilling the air around her. Before she could even scream, a van screeched to a stop beside her. Strong hands grabbed her, shoving her inside.They dragged her to a remote clearing, the ground choked with wild, overgrown grass. One of the men struck her across the face, the sharp sting snapping through her fear. He seized a fistful of her hair, dragging her mercilessly toward the tall grass.“W-what are you doing? What do you want from me?” she stammered, trembling with fear.“Stay away from Clark Montecastro!” the man shouted, slapping her again.“Why do I have to stay away from him? Did I do something wrong?”Another man shoved her, and she fell onto the tall grass.“Leave this place. If you don’t, som

Jerome stood waiting by the elevator, his heart light with contentment. The day had been nothing short of perfect. A smile tugged at his lips each time he recalled the awards he had received, the joy swelling in his chest beyond measure. What made it even more unforgettable was the pride shining in Jessica’s eyes, the happiness she had given him simply by being there.Even now, her beautiful face lingered vividly in his thoughts. To him, there was no doubt: Jessica was the most breathtaking woman at the awards night.His happy thoughts were abruptly interrupted when Sandra suddenly stepped beside him. He quickly averted his gaze. A heavy silence fell between them. Even without looking, he could feel her presence. She said nothing, didn’t greet him.When the elevator doors opened, he stepped in first, and only then did he glance at Sandra, who remained standing in front of the elevator. Her gaze was fixed straight ahead, vacant, and her face was pale. He waited a few moments before she