All Chapters of Broken Then Desired : Chapter 91 - Chapter 95

POV - SCARLETTThe morning started sweet. So sweet. I woke up in my own bed, the soft sheets warm around me. I had left Victor’s room last night, after. After everything. I waited until his breathing was deep and even in sleep. I didn’t want to risk anyone finding us together in the morning. It was our secret.Now, waking up alone, I didn’t even think too much about the dull ache between my legs. It was a good pain. A real pain. A reminder that last night wasn’t a dream. It happened.I took a long, hot bath, smiling to myself. I got dressed and went downstairs, my heart feeling light. I wanted to see him. To see if his eyes held the same secret mine did.But the big house was quiet. Too quiet.Jaxon was in the living room, reading. I walked in, trying to sound casual. “Morning. Have you seen Victor?”He didn’t look up from his book. “He left. Hours ago. Before the sun was up.”My light feeling vanished. “Left? Where? It’s Saturday.”Jaxon just shrugged, turning a page. “I don't know S

POV - JAXON You don’t need to be a fortune teller to feel the atmosphere in this house. Something obviously happened last night. Something that broke whatever fragile peace there was. I watched her creep out of her room this morning. She looked like a ghost. Pale. Her eyes darted to the top of the stairs, peering down into the living room. She saw him. Victor. Just the sight of him made her flinch. She turned and fled back to her room, locking the door. That was hours ago. She hasn’t emerged. Not for coffee. Not for food. Her untouched breakfast is a sad monument on the table. Victor, of course, is holding court in his usual chair. The picture of calm. A newspaper is open in his hands. But the act is pathetic. I’ve been watching him for twenty minutes. He hasn’t turned a single page. And he’s holding the damn thing upside down. I let out a long, loud sigh from the kitchen doorway. A sigh meant to be heard. He doesn’t flinch. I do it again, sharper this time, as I walk into the

POV - JAXON The morning air was cool and fresh. It was a quiet time, before the day got busy. I was outside by the big main gate, doing my usual morning job. My job was simple but important. I checked the guns. I picked up each pistol and looked it over. I made sure each one was clean and worked right. Then I checked the boxes of bullets. I counted them. I made sure no bullets were missing. It was a boring job, but it made me feel useful since the accident. I was holding a pistol, turning it over in my hands, checking the barrel, when I heard the sound. A terrible, screaming sound. Sirens. Not just one or two. Many of them. Coming closer very fast. Getting louder and louder with every second. I looked up from the gun in my hands. All the men standing around me with me froze solid. Nobody moved a muscle. We all turned our heads at the same time and looked at the big, black iron gates. Three police cars, with bright flashing red and blue lights on top, pulled up outside on the stree