Todos os capítulos de You Broke My Heart, Now Watch Me Rise : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

When Velvet Lies Unravels THE car purred to a smooth halt in front of Nocturne Royale, one of the most expensive clubs in the city, so exclusive it barely needed a sign. The building rose like a dark jewel against the night sky, all black marble columns and gold-trimmed glass, bathed in soft violet lights that pulsed like a living thing. Exotic cars lined the driveway, engines humming quietly, chauffeurs standing stiff as statues beside them.From outside alone, Elena could tell this place wasn’t meant for people like her.Through the wide glass doors, she caught glimpses of the interior: crystal chandeliers dripping light like liquid diamonds, velvet-lined walls in deep wine and obsidian hues, and a grand spiral staircase that curved upward like a serpent. Music seeped through, low, sensual, vibrating through the bones. Inside, laughter sparkled, glasses clinked, and wealth breathed freely.Couples stepped out of their cars like royalty— women in flowing evening gowns that hugged ev

When the Spotlight TurnedELENA spotted them easily.Marcus and Tiara stood a few feet away, pressed too close, fingers interlocked, her head tilted toward his shoulder as though it belonged there. The sight no longer stabbed her heart the way it had minutes ago. Instead, a slow, wicked smirk curved Elena’s lips.She walked toward them with deliberate elegance, every step measured, every sway intentional.As she passed, she brushed her left arm lightly against Marcus’s hand— the one holding his drink. The glass tipped dangerously, red wine sloshing toward Tiara’s dress.“Hey—!” Tiara gasped, jumping back.Elena didn’t stop. Didn’t turn. Didn’t even spare them a glance.Marcus felt the contact and spun around in a full circle, eyes searching wildly for the culprit. Tiara turned too.“Hey!” he called out when he saw the retreating figure.Elena didn’t answer. She kept walking.Then recognition hit him like a slap.“You?” Marcus blurted, disbelief lacing his voice. He turned to Tiara, wh

Beyond the ShadowsTHE car slowed to a smooth stop, and Elena barely noticed when the engine went silent.She was too busy staring, too busy thinking.Before her stood a mansion so vast and breathtaking that her mind struggled to process it all at once. Tall ivory walls glowed softly beneath carefully placed lights, large glass windows reflected the moon like polished mirrors, and elegant pillars framed the entrance with a quiet kind of power. The driveway curved gracefully, lined with trimmed hedges and blooming flowers that carried a faint, calming scent in the night air. Everything about the place spoke of wealth, but not the loud, arrogant kind. This was refined. Intentional and alive.Elena stepped out of the car slowly, almost afraid the image would vanish if she moved too fast.“This…” she breathed, turning in a slow circle, “…this is your house?”Eamon stepped out after her, slipping his hands into his pockets.“My mansion,” he corrected casually.She laughed softly, still stu

A Place That Felt Almost Like HomeMARCUS drove into the driveway with a speed that didn’t match the quiet of the neighborhood. The rented car purred beneath him— sleek, black, expensive. The same car he had used the night before, the same one that had ferried him into a world of neon lights, loud music, and poor decisions with Tiara clinging to his arm. The rental hadn’t expired yet, which was the only reason he was still in it. He had told himself he would return it later. He had told himself a lot of things.What he hadn’t expected was the emptiness.The driveway was bare.Elena’s car— the old, dependable one she drove every day, was gone.His foot slammed on the brake. Marcus parked hastily, jumped out, and stood still for a second, scanning the space as if the car might suddenly reappear if he looked hard enough. A strange chill crawled up his spine.“No,” he muttered, already moving.He rushed into the house, the door banging shut behind him. The living room greeted him with an

When Power KnocksIT took a full two minutes of suffocating silence before reality finally settled into the room.Two whole minutes of nobody breathing properly, of eyes blinking too fast or not at all, of minds scrambling to make sense of the impossible sight standing in their doorway. Then, almost as if a silent alarm had gone off, chairs scraped loudly against the tiled floor as everyone jumped to their feet at once. The sudden movement filled the office with sharp, squeaky sounds, but none of it seemed to matter.He didn’t even spare them a glance.Eamon stood tall and immovable, his presence alone bending the atmosphere of the room. His gaze was fixed, undeniably and unmistakably, on Elena.On the woman who had occupied his thoughts for three restless nights.Elena, on the other hand, was still seated.Shock had glued her to the chair, her fingers resting uselessly on the keyboard, her mind blank. The power in his stare made it impossible to move, impossible to think. It wasn’t u