All Chapters of You Broke My Heart, Now Watch Me Rise : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The Rejection That BurnedEAMON’S gaze lingered on the closed office door, the sound of Elena’s heels fading into the distance still echoing in his mind. He felt something foreign, something new, like a tight knot of disbelief and irritation forming in his chest. He had been rejected. Rejected. The word alone ignited a fire within him, one he wasn’t accustomed to feeling.What? He had never been turned away by anyone, not by a mortal, not by a woman of flesh and blood. Women had always flocked to him, drawn by the power, the aura, the dominance that clung to him like a second skin. They had hung on his every word, obeyed without question, and craved his approval. He used them, discarded them, played with their hearts as though they were mere toys. And yet, here she was— Elena Brooks— standing defiantly in the doorway, and she had dared to say no.He sat back in his chair for a moment, attempting to process the audacity of it. She wasn’t just any woman. She wasn’t there to be tamed, co

Too Old For HimELENA’S breath caught.For a moment, the world narrowed to the sound of Evan’s breathing and the faint hum of the ceiling fan above them. Her hand, which had been smoothing his hair, stilled mid-motion.Evan noticed.He pushed himself up on his elbows, eyes wide and earnest. “Mom?” he asked again, gently this time. “Did I say something bad?”“No,” Elena said quickly, forcing a smile that felt too tight on her lips. “You didn’t say anything bad.”He relaxed a little, studying her face with the seriousness only children possessed. “It is just… everyone else has a daddy,” he continued. “Samuel’s daddy comes to school sometimes. And Aisha’s daddy bought her a new bag.”Elena swallowed.“Some people have daddies who live with them,” she said carefully. “Some don’t. Families can look different, Evan. Besides, you do have a daddy,” she gushed before she could stop herself, already annoyed for letting that last part out.“But I don’t want ours to be different,” he said simpl

Reception Hall DramaTHE next morning began with tension already coiled tight in the air.The reception area of Lunaris Tech company was sleek and pristine as always: glass, marble, muted colors that whispered control and order. Lydia sat behind the curved desk, posture straight, headset perfectly aligned, fingers moving efficiently across her system.That calm shattered when the glass doors slid open.Pinky walked in like she owned the place.Her dress clung to her body, short and unapologetically skimpy, cut low enough to draw eyes instantly. Her heels were impossibly high, her makeup dramatic— very long, dark lashes, red glossy lips, cheekbones sharp enough to cut. The heavy scent of perfume announced her presence long before her voice even did.“I’m here to see Eamon,” she said loudly, resting both hands on the reception desk as she leaned forward.Lydia looked up, professional smile firmly in place. “Good morning. Do you have an appointment?”Pinky laughed, making a sharp, dismi

Ghosts Don't Stay Buried HER eyes twitched the instant she saw it.It was a DM.And from Marcus.Her fingers went cold as she stared at the name she had tried and still failed to erase from her life. Her heart already knew before her mind could catch up. Slowly, she tapped the message.It was a video.Marcus and Tiara filled the screen, laughing, bodies pressed close as music thumped loudly in the background. From all indications, it was a club, expensive, loud and glowing with excess. Tiara twirled dramatically, her hair flying, while Marcus stood behind her, arms around her waist, grinning like a man who had never known lack a day in his life.He raised a glass toward the camera, wrist flashing with a watch Elena had never seen before. It screamed designer, new and expensive.Her breath hitched.Marcus zoomed the camera around, deliberately showing bottles on the table, crisp notes stuffed carelessly into Tiara’s hand, the kind of careless wealth Elena had never associated with him

Small Acts, Big ImpactsEVAN was still bouncing in place, pulling items out one after the other, his excitement spilling over like water from an overfilled cup.“Mommy, see! See this one too!” he said, holding up the shoes. “They are my size. And the bag— Mommy, it has wheels!”He laughed, that pure, careless laughter that usually melted her heart.But this time, Elena didn’t laugh back.She stood frozen where she was, her eyes locked on the couch, on the spread of items laid out like a careful answer to a conversation she had never intended anyone else to hear. Every single thing Evan had mentioned earlier. Every single need she had brushed aside with later.Her chest tightened.Something about it felt wrong. Too precise and too deliberate.“Mommy?” Evan called, finally noticing her expression. “Aren’t you happy?”She swallowed.“That is enough,” she said quietly.His smile faltered. “But… you said we would get them later.”“I said that,” she replied, sharper now. “I didn’t say some