All Chapters of Broken Then Desired : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

95 Chapters

chapter 81: Grounding her

POV - VICTOR School is important. I kept telling myself that. It is the only reason I finally let her leave the house today. If it were just about what I wanted, just about my own feelings, I would have grounded her. I would have kept her right here. Grounding her would keep her safe, away from any danger. Inside these walls, I could control everything. I could watch her. I could make sure nothing and no one could touch her. But I didn't do that. I stood by the window and watched her car pull away. A tight knot of worry sat in my stomach the whole time. I got myself ready for the day's work. My real work. Today, it all starts with one main job. I need to find out who has worked so hard to ruin my good name. Someone set that fire. Someone killed those people. Someone made sure the police and the news pointed right at me. Was the goal to destroy me completely? Or was it something trickier? Was it all just to keep hurting Jack Cole? To make him look even worse by having me, the big ba

Last Updated : 2025-12-22

Chapter 82: Bring the heat

POV - UNKNOWN I walked down the dim hallway, a low whistle on my lips. The tune was a happy one. Everything had gone so perfectly last night. The fire, the chaos, the bodies. And the media? They ate it up like a piece of soft, sweet tofu. No chewing needed. They swallowed the story whole and asked for seconds. Victor Blackwood, the city’s new monster. It was almost too easy. At the end of the hall, I pushed open a heavy, dark door and stepped into my favorite room. It was lavish, painted in deep, blood red. Plush leather furniture the color of oxblood filled the space. It smelled of expensive cigars and my wife’s perfume. And there she was. Right in the middle of it all, like the queen she is. My beautiful wife. She was curled on the largest sofa, a book in her lap. She looked up and her face lit with a smile meant only for me. I walked over, leaned down, and kissed her softly on the forehead. “Hello, my love.” She beamed up at me, her eyes sharp and clever. She reached for

Last Updated : 2025-12-23

Chapter 83: The switch

POV - AYDEN The school day was a long, slow crawl. Every class felt like it lasted an hour longer than usual. My mind wasn't in any classroom. It was stuck back at Victor Blackwood's house, with the guards and the yelling and my dad's angry face. When the final bell finally rang, I almost jumped out of my seat with relief. But I wasn't going home. I was going to detention. Three hours of it. Ms. Gable found us right after the bell. Kelsey, Scarlett, and me. She marched the three of us down the quiet hall. Kelsey walked like she owned the whole school, her head held high. Scarlett was quiet, her eyes looking straight ahead, not at anyone. I just dragged my feet, feeling so tired. Tired from the night before, tired from the fight at Victor's house, tired of everything. Ms. Gable opened the door to an empty classroom at the end of the hall. "Inside," she said, her voice sharp. "Sit. Not a word to each other. Not a single sound. You will each write a three-page apology letter. You wil

Last Updated : 2025-12-24

Chapter 84: My father

POV - AYDENThe slap was… very satisfying. That’s the best word for it. It was sharp and loud and Kelsey deserved every bit of it. She stood there frozen, one hand pressed to her bright red cheek. Her eyes were wide and watery with shock. She looked right at me, like she expected me to do something. To step in. To tell her it was okay, or to yell at Scarlett for her.I didn’t do any of that. I just looked away. I looked down at my own stupid, half-written apology letter. I didn’t say a single word. I didn’t move.Scarlett didn’t even give Kelsey another look. She turned and walked straight over to my desk. She leaned down, putting her hands flat on the edge of the table. Her face came close to mine. Her voice was low, so only I could hear it.“Never,” she said, each word clear and hard like a little stone. “Never come to my house like that again. Unannounced. Uninvited. Do you understand me?”I looked up into her eyes. They were serious and dark. There was no trace of a smile. “I was

Last Updated : 2025-12-25

Chapter 85: The tease

POV - SCARLETT The moment I stepped into the big, quiet house, I knew something was different. It was too quiet. Usually there was some sound, the TV, a radio, someone moving around. But now, there was nothing. Then I saw him. It was just Jaxon. He was standing in the middle of the living room, not sitting in his chair. He was walking. He was using a wooden cane, but he was on his own two feet. That was good. That was a relief to see. “Hey,” I said, trying to make my voice sound normal. I dropped my keys in the little bowl on the table by the door. The clink was loud in the quiet. “How are you holding up?” I tried to keep my voice light and easy, like nothing was weird between us. Like that terrible day never happened. Like he hadn’t seen me pinned against the wall, kissing Victor like my life depended on it. He turned and saw me. A real, wide smile spread across his face. It looked genuine. It didn’t look angry or hurt. He started walking over to me, hobbling a little on his

Last Updated : 2025-12-25

Chapter 86: The Dismissal

POV - SCARLETT I practically folded myself in half and rolled out from under Jaxon’s body. It was a quick, clumsy move, like a scared animal. I scrambled to my feet so fast I almost slipped on the rug. My face was burning hot with a mix of shock and guilt. I could see it clearly on Victor’s stone-cold, still face. He had seen everything. He had walked in and seen Jaxon on top of me, our bodies close, our faces only inches apart. Unless I explained right this second, the tension in the whole huge house would get so thick you could reach out and touch it. My words tumbled out of my mouth in a panicked, messy rush. “Hey boss. We were just… he was chasing me. It was for fun. Just a silly game. And then he fell. Or I fell. We both fell over. It was a complete accident, really, it was just a stupid, childish—” Victor’s hand came up. Not fast, but with a sharp, abrupt motion that sliced through my babbling words and cut me off like a sharp knife. He didn’t even look at me. He looked pa

Last Updated : 2025-12-26

Chapter 87: The whiskey

Victor's pov Those two. On the floor. Together. My mind keeps playing the picture over and over. Jaxon on top of her. Her looking up at him. Their bodies close. His face inches from hers. In my own house. Right in the middle of my foyer. What were they doing? What the heck were they up to, sprawled atop one another like that? And I’m supposed to believe it? I’m supposed to believe the jerk who can barely walk, who suddenly can move fast enough to tackle someone, and the girl who questions me at every turn… I’m supposed to believe they were just playing a game? That it was nothing? With all these hot, sharp frustrations twisting inside me, I stalk into my bedroom. I feel too hot. Burning up. Past normal. The anger is like a fire, and it’s making my skin feel too tight. It’s almost like I’m boiling from the inside. Still angry, my hands are clumsy. I pull at my tie, yank it off. I unbutton my shirt, tug it from my shoulders, and let it fall to the floor. My pants follow. The cool

Last Updated : 2025-12-26

Chapter 88: The fever

POV - SCARLETT His body is hot against mine. Not just warm, feverishly, unnaturally hot. It’s the first thing I feel when he pins me to the wall. It seeps through my clothes, a dangerous, living heat. My mind is screaming a warning. Something is wrong with him. This isn't him. But then his mouth crashes down on mine. And that's the last clear thought I have. The kiss isn't gentle. It's a wildfire. It's all heat and hunger and a raw, desperate need that melts every protest, every fear, every bit of sense I have left. A small, weak part of me is still trying to whisper, He's sick, he's not in his right mind… But a much louder, deeper part of me is answering back. This is Victor. This is the storm I have always been drawn to. The control he always wears is gone, burned away by this fever, and what’s left is pure, unfiltered want. And I want it, too. I have for so long. I stopped pushing against his chest. My hands, which were trying to hold him back, slowly slid up. My fingers weav

Last Updated : 2025-12-26

Chapter 89: The impossible

Scarlett's pov I nodded, lost in the heat of his touch, the fire in his eyes. He sat up, pulling his shirt over his head in one smooth motion. His chest was a work of art, all hard planes and sculpted muscle. A light dusting of hair led down into his pants, and I felt my mouth water at the sight.He reached for my shirt, pulling it off just as quickly. His eyes darkened as he took in my bra, plain and white. But the way he was looking at me, you’d think I was wearing the most expensive lingerie.“Beautiful,” he murmured, his hands covering my breasts over the fabric. He squeezed gently, then slid his hands behind my back, unclasping my bra with practiced ease. He tossed it aside, his gaze locked on my now-bare breasts.He palmed them roughly, his thumbs brushing over my already-hard nipples. I arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping me. He leaned down, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking. I cried out, my fingers threading through his hair.He moved to the other

Last Updated : 2025-12-26

Chapter 90: oh fuck

POV - VICTOROh, fuck.Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK.I woke up. The first thing I felt was that something was wrong. Something was deeply, terribly off. My head was pounding, a hard, angry drumbeat behind my eyes. My mouth tasted like poison and old metal. And then… the memories started to come back. Not clear, not like a movie, but in hot, broken pieces. The crazy heat in my blood. The thick fog in my head. Scarlett at my bedroom door. The feel of her skin under my hands. The cold wall against her back then to the bed. Her scared cries mixing with my own ragged, hungry breaths.No. No, no, no.I did it. I slept with her. I broke the one big rule I had left for myself. The one promise I made to never, ever break.I sat up in my big, empty bed, my heart trying to beat its way out of my chest. The other side of the bed was empty, the sheets cold and messy. But the memory was there, burning me from the inside out. It was real.With these panicky, screaming thoughts in my head, I got

Last Updated : 2025-12-27

...

5 6 7 8 9 10

SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP