Todos os capítulos de The Broken Angel He Claimed: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Angela’s POV“I’m home,” I said.“I’ve called you dozens of times,” Beth snapped on the other end of the line, her voice fast and sharp. “Do you even realize what situation we’re in right now?”I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples. “I needed time, Beth. Just a little space to breathe.”“Breathe? This is not the time for that, Angela.” Her tone turned serious. “We’re in a crisis. A crisis that could destroy you.”I took a deep breath. Stayed quiet. I didn’t know what to say.“The movie’s only been out for three days. And instead of headlines about your performance, all anyone’s talking about is that stupid photo. This scandal is dragging all our hard work straight into the gutter.”“The ratings are dropping. One critic even wrote that the film would’ve been better with a professional actress&

Aaron's POVAngela was still struggling in my grip, but I didn’t let go. The harder she fought, the tighter I held her.A few guests glanced our way, some whispering under their breath. I didn’t care. I just dragged her farther from the crowd.She tried to dig in her heels, her stilettos scraping hard against the marble floor, but it was useless. She was no match for my pull. Her body was forced to follow my long, deliberate strides.The private corridor of the lounge swallowed us whole. The music faded into a dull echo, replaced by silence.I stopped abruptly and slammed her back against the wall. Her body hit hard, knocking the breath out of her. Her eyes flashed with anger, mixed with something else. Fear. Confusion. Too many emotions colliding at once.“So this is how you survive now?” My voice was flat, cold. “Selling smiles and skin for spare change?”“I’m not...” Her voice t

Angela’s POVI sank onto the edge of the bed, my body weak. My breath caught in my chest. Everything around me felt like it had finally collapsed for good.My phone ringing snapped me out of it.Melissa.I answered.“Hello.”Her breathing was heavy on the other end. “Angela… the lawyer just called. He said the prosecutor already has enough—documents, internal witnesses, everything.”She paused before continuing, her voice tight. “They’re keeping him in custody until trial. But I know Richard is innocent. He’s not a criminal.”I tightened my grip on the phone, my jaw locking.“I’ll handle this,” I said quietly. “Please watch Gracie. Don’t open the door for anyone you don’t know.”There was hesitation in Melissa’s voice. “Angela… what do you mean you’ll handle this?”I st

Aaron's POVMy car left the US-101, merging onto a two-lane road that sloped downward toward the coast. Malibu was twenty minutes away.Then my phone vibrated on the dashboard. I answered immediately.“Yeah.”“There’s a problem,” the voice on the other end said, tight and direct. “Angela’s being followed.”My eyes narrowed. “By who?”“Ian Bennett. Alone. He’s been tailing her since she left North Hollywood.”My jaw tightened. The name resurfaced like a pest I hadn’t finished erasing.He’d been quiet for a long time. But I’d always known he’d come back eventually. And apparently, his obsession with Angela hadn’t died.I glanced at the clock on the dash. Just past nine.“Break their line,” I said shortly. “No confrontation. Just make him lose visibility. Don’t let Angela or Ian know it

Aaron’s POVAfter making sure she understood she only had three days before she was expected to fulfill her role in my bed, I left her room and pulled the door shut behind me.Downstairs, I tossed my suit jacket aside and dropped onto the couch.I decided to stay in Malibu tonight.Not out of pity for Angela but because I didn’t want her dying before I collected what she owed me. I went back out to the car to grab my laptop. Once inside, I opened the remaining files, sipping my coffee as I worked. It was nearly one in the morning when I finally closed the screen and stood.I headed back upstairs.I opened her door quietly.Angela was asleep. Her face looked calmer than before. Still pale, but her breathing was steady. One arm lay slack at her side, the IV line still in place.I stepped closer. Pressed my fingers briefly to her forehead. Still warm, but not burning like earlier.She stirred faintly