All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Broken Angel… and His Darkest Desire: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The mirror in Connor's bathroom had a crack running through it like a lightning bolt, splitting his reflection down the middle. He'd punched it six months ago, the night Maya had walked into the Tidewater Inn and turned his carefully constructed life into chaos. Now, staring at his fractured face in the pre-dawn darkness, he wondered which half was the real him—the man who'd spent a decade running from his past, or the one who'd finally stopped long enough to fall in love.His knuckles were still bruised from yesterday. Not from violence this time, but from gripping the porch railing so hard while Maya told him the truth about Marcus—about how her ex-husband had found her, about the threats, about the fear she'd been carrying alone because she thought she had to protect everyone else.Just like Connor had been doing for ten years.He pressed his forehead against the cool glass, careful to avoid the crack. The man staring back at him had his father's eyes. That same storm-gray that cou

The threatening letter arrived on the morning of the Tidewater Inn's grand reopening, slipped under the door like a snake through tall grass. Maya found it when she came downstairs at dawn, her hair still damp from the shower, wearing the white sundress Ethan had said made her look like sunshine itself. The envelope was black, expensive—the kind of paper stock that whispered money and menace in equal measure.Her name was written across the front in silver ink: Maya Reeves. The Angel of Moonlight Cove.The nickname had started three months ago, after she'd helped Mrs. Patterson save her bookshop from foreclosure and organized the fundraiser that rebuilt the community center. The townspeople had embraced it with the kind of fierce affection small towns reserve for their own. But seeing it written in that elegant, threatening script made her stomach turn to ice.Inside, the message was brief: Angels fall when their wings are clipped. Enjoy your celebration while you can."Maya?" Ethan's

The blood wouldn't stop.Maya pressed the dish towel harder against Finn's side, her hands already soaked crimson, her heart a wild drum against her ribs. He was too pale—god, he was so pale—his storm-gray eyes unfocused as he slumped against the kitchen island of the Tidewater Inn. The same kitchen where they'd shared their first kiss six months ago. Where he'd taught her to make his grandmother's blueberry scones. Where everything had started to feel like home.Now it was turning into a crime scene."Stay with me," Maya demanded, her voice cracking. "Finn, look at me. Look at me."His eyes found hers, and for a moment, the fog cleared. "Maya." Her name on his lips sounded like both a prayer and an apology. "I'm sorry. I should have told you—""Shut up. Save your strength." Her free hand fumbled for her phone, but it skittered across the counter, landing face-down on the floor. Useless. "Simone!" she screamed toward the dining room. "Call 911! Now!"The gash in Finn's side—courtesy o

The ice beneath Maya's feet cracked with a sound like a gunshot, and in that frozen moment before she plunged into the black water of Moonlight Cove, she thought: This is how it ends. Not by his hands, but by my own stubbornness.The Atlantic in January was a knife made of cold. It punched the air from her lungs, seized her muscles, and dragged her down into darkness that had no bottom. Above her, the hole in the ice glowed like a distant star—so close, impossibly far. Her winter coat became an anchor, waterlogged and heavy, pulling her deeper into the cove's frigid embrace.She'd come out here alone. Stupid, Maya. So goddamn stupid. She'd followed the footprints in the snow, convinced they belonged to whoever had been leaving the threatening notes at the inn. Convinced she could finally get answers about her grandmother's death. But the footprints had led her onto the frozen cove, and the ice—weakened by the unusual thaw last week—had been waiting to betray her.Her lungs screamed. H

Maya stood in the center of the Tidewater Inn's great room, surrounded by the ruins of everything she'd built over the past year, and realized that love had never been the problem.The problem was that love demanded you trust it. And trust was the one thing she'd spent a lifetime learning not to give.Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, she could see Ethan on the beach, his silhouette dark against the grey October sky. He'd been out there for an hour, hands shoved deep in his pockets, staring at the waves like they held answers he couldn't find anywhere else. The same waves that had nearly taken his daughter two months ago. The same beach where Maya had pulled Sophie from the water, where everything had changed between them—or where she'd finally admitted what had been changing all along.He'd told her he loved her last night. Three words she'd been terrified to hear.Three words she'd been even more terrified to say back."You're going to let him walk away, aren't you?" Simone's vo