Todos os capítulos de You Broke My Heart, Now Watch Me Rise : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The Door She Shouldn't Have Opened ELENA hurried through the glass doors of Lunaris Tech Innovation, her short heels clacking against the polished marble floors in frantic rhythm. She was smiling… no glowing, because for the first time in a while, she had slept peacefully. No nightmares. No anxiety. No husband’s excesses. Just a clean, soft morning breeze and the hope of a new day.But she was very, very late.The receptionist, Lydia, gave her that familiar raised brow as the digital clock on the wall blinked 9:42 AM in bold red. Elena flashed a nervous grin and half-jogged into the corridor, her bag swinging wildly against her hip. Her braid bounced behind her as she weaved through employees already settled into their routines.Her shared office was on the second floor, tucked in the corner of the expansive administrative wing. She pushed the door open and exhaled— only to inhale a sharp breath immediately.Her desk.Her once-cleared, neatly arranged desk from yesterday, was now drow

At The Elevator MARCUS pushed through the sliding doors of the Springfield Plaza Mall, the blast of cold air-conditioning hitting his rough face as he stepped inside. It was still morning, the weekday crowd thin, but Marcus carried himself like the busiest person in the building, his heavy boots thudding against the polished floor, his broad shoulders rolling with a false sense of importance. He didn’t bother adjusting his wrinkled flannel shirt or the baseball cap sitting crookedly on his head. He was here for one thing, and one thing only.Liquor.He took the escalator up to the second floor, headed straight into the liquor store, and grabbed a handheld basket without greeting anyone. He moved down the aisle like he owned the place, snatching two bottles of Jack Daniel’s off the shelf, then adding a bottle of Jim Beam for good measure. He stared at the labels, satisfied, the corners of his mouth lifting in a grin that revealed his uneven, nicotine-stained teeth.He placed the bottl

The Monster’s BargainELENA’S heart was pounding so violently she could hear it echoing in her ears, drowning out everything except the horrifying sight unfolding only a few feet ahead of her. One moment Marcus was yelling at her, gripping her, humiliating her in the parking lot, then the next, Eamon was suddenly there, moving with supernatural speed, grabbing Marcus by the throat and slamming him against the wall of the Lunaris Tech parking structure.The impact shook the air.Marcus’s feet lifted off the ground, dangling helplessly. His hands clawed at Eamon’s wrist, fingers trembling, body convulsing. His legs kicked wildly, shoes scraping as he struggled to make contact with anything that could save him.But nothing could save him.Not from ‘this’.Elena watched in frozen terror as Eamon held Marcus suspended, his arm steady, unshaking, as if Marcus weighed no more than a paper bag. Eamon’s expression was calm— too calm— but his eyes were anything but that. They were sharp, unblin

The Promotion No One Asked ForAVA’S shock was instant and explosive, Elena saw it in the way her perfectly arched brows shot up, the way her lips parted in disbelief. But what stunned her even more was the fact that Eamon didn’t flinch. He stood there, arms folded across his chest, answering in a tone so cold and sharp it could slice glass.Elena found herself thinking, ‘How many different versions of this man exist?’ Every stance, every expression, every way he positioned his arms seemed to belong to a different person— no, a different creature.“Mm. Got yourself a new pet?” Ava sneered, head tilting as her eyes raked over Elena with mocking disgust. “Or should I say… an old cargo?” She exaggerated the phrase, making sure the insult landed. “Since when does a clerk get benefits like that?”Elena’s cheeks burned, but before she could speak, Eamon answered.“You are right. She is no longer a clerk.”He paused, eyes locking on Elena like he was tattooing his will onto her skin.“From t

Whispers in the HallABOUT thirty minutes later or there about, they were done.Elena gently placed her napkin on the table, her appetite long satisfied, while Eamon sat opposite her exactly as he had throughout the meal— untouched plate, untouched drink, untouched hunger. He hadn’t taken a single bite, hadn’t lifted his glass once. When she had asked him a second time, he had simply said dinner was only a few hours away. He would wait.She didn’t ask what ‘dinner’ meant.Eamon glanced at his watch, the movement smooth and unhurried.“Time to head back to the office,” he said calmly. “They are probably wondering where you must have run off to.”Elena swallowed hard, nodding without a word.The waitress returned, bowed slightly, and presented the bill. Eamon handled it with a flick of his wrist— no hesitation, no concern— and moments later they were walking out, back into the daylight, back toward the company.The drive was quiet.Too quiet.As soon as they pulled into the parking lot