All Chapters of She Writes Her Own Heartbeat : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

"Stoooop!" I struggled to break free from the hands tightly gripping my neck. The man choking me had a face twisted in rage, his eyes wild with fury. "St... s-stop... please..." I tried to cry out, to scream for help — but no voice came. Only strangled groans escaped my lips, raw and broken. My lungs begged for air. "I’m gonna kill you, bitch! I’m gonna kill you!" He shouted angrily, pressing harder on my throat. I could feel my strength slowly fading, my legs giving out beneath me. My vision started to blur. Everything around me felt like it was spinning. Am I going to die? Even as my mind began to fade, I could still think. No... I can’t die yet. This body... it’s no longer mine alone! I screamed in my thoughts, because I could no longer speak. The words stayed trapped inside me. "Davison! What are you doing?!" A voice suddenly rang out. It sounded far away, but also familiar. I tried to hold on to that voice, but darkness had already started to take over. And

The man looked up at me and gave me another wide smile, making his already striking features stand out even more."Uhmm, miss, I would like to order this." he said, pointing to one of the dishes on the menu.I quickly shifted my focus to something else, forcing myself to shake off thoughts I shouldn’t be entertaining.He reminded me too much of someone I had worked so hard to erase from my mind—a name and face I had buried long ago."Okay, sir. Just wait here for a few minutes." I replied with a polite smile, which he responded to with another bright grin.I had seen this man many times before in the restaurant. Every time I was on shift, he always seemed to be there too—sitting quietly, often watching me from across the room.And whenever I caught him looking, he would flash that same warm smile. I always returned it with a small, courteous smile. Over time, he had become one of our regulars.But today was different.This was the first time I saw him dressed formally that didn’t matc

A sudden chill ran down my spine—not because his voice was frightening, but because it was far too familiar. From the dimly lit corner of the bar, he slowly sat up from the couch where he had been lying down. Still half-asleep, he rubbed his eyes and let out a soft sigh before fully sitting up. And then, his face came into view. I froze in place. It felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over me, locking me in place as I stood there in shock. Of all the people I never thought I’d see again after so many years... it had to be him. The very person I once hoped to forget. The one I swore I never wanted to face again. He ran a hand through his hair, slightly messing it up—and somehow, that only made him look even more attractive. Despite his casual outfit—a simple long-sleeved shirt and pants—his presence commanded the room. Even with the stoic, unreadable expression on his face, his appeal hadn’t faded in the slightest. He had always been striking, and even now, the def

Meanwhile, Monica was now serving customers downstairs. She had decided to switch shifts with an acquaintance—one who was more than eager to take her place after hearing that the VIP room was full of handsome guys.Monica didn’t return upstairs after that. She had no intention of setting foot in that room again—not with Davison there.She simply couldn’t handle the way he looked at her, like his eyes were sharp enough to cut through her. Just being in the same space as him made her skin crawl.She had already closed that Chapter of her life long ago, and she wasn’t about to reopen it now. She had no plans to talk to him—let alone share a room with him again."Hi, Miss Beautiful! What luck I have, seeing you here tonight." came a voice she dreaded more than she cared to admit.It was a man she despised—one of the regulars who always made her uncomfortable.She hadn’t expected that serving customers downstairs would be just as unbearable. The last thing she wanted was to deal with him a

"Then what do you want me to do? Starve?" I said, sarcasm slipping into my voice."It’s not like you get to decide how I live my life. I don’t have a bunch of career options laid out for me like you do. This is the only job I know—because, unlike you, I wasn’t born rich."I let his harsh words slide—for now. After all, I owed him tonight. He did get into a fight with Jeremy’s group because of me."At least get a decent job!" he snapped angrily.I shot him a glare. "Excuse me? For your information, this is a decent job. It just so happens that some people think it’s okay to disrespect someone who’s working honestly—just because of where they work.""Then just quit your job!" Davison fired back, his voice sharp and irritated.I stared at him in disbelief. "I’m sorry, what did you just say?! Did I hear that right? Or did you seriously just tell me—someone who’s barely scraping by, whose only skill is serving drinks in a bar—to just throw everything away like it’s that easy?""Then work f