All Chapters of The Broken Angel He Claimed: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Angela’s POVTwo days passed without meaning.I ate, slept, sometimes talked with Lana. She was pleasant enough, for someone paid to watch over her boss’s kept woman.But today, I was bored.Something inside me wanted to move.I walked into the kitchen.It was spotless. Immaculate.Naturally, no one actually used it. Aaron’s staff cooked in the back property, so this main kitchen was nothing more than a display.I opened the fridge.It looked like a high-end grocery catalog—beef, chicken breast, fresh vegetables, artisan cheeses. Fully stocked.I pulled out a few things. Pasta. Chicken breast. Cherry tomatoes. Cream. Garlic.My hands moved on their own. I wasn’t hungry. I just wanted to feel useful, even if only for myself.Soft footsteps approached. Lana appeared from the living room, surprise on her face.“You’re… cooking?”I glanced at her

Your Body Belongs to Me (Aaron's POV)

Aaron’s POVI sat back in the armchair, waiting for her to finish showering, when a soft knock sounded at the door.Lana stepped in, holding a dark-labeled bottle of aged wine. One glance was enough—I recognized it immediately. Château Margaux. My favorite year.Without a word, she placed the bottle and a single crystal glass on the small table in the corner.“Thank you, Lana. You can go.”She gave a small nod and left. The door closed quietly behind her.I uncorked the bottle and poured slowly into the glass. The deep red liquid released a strong aroma—cinnamon, blackcurrant, a hint of oak. I took a measured sip. Rich. Sharp. Satisfying.Moments later, the bathroom door opened.Angela stepped out. Her hair was still wet. This time, she wasn’t wrapped in a towel. She wore a bathrobe—loose, tied only at the waist. Bare feet against the marble floor. Her face tightened when she saw

Not What I Expected (Aaron's POV)

Aaron’s POVEvery pull and every deliberate stroke made her writhe. Her voice broke, half-choked when I pressed deeper on purpose. Her hands clenched the sheets, knuckles white. Her breathing was shattered, eyes squeezed shut.I didn’t stop. My only focus was stripping her of control, reminding her exactly who held the power now.I stayed there, long enough to make her breathing stutter, her body arch helplessly. She tried to pull away from the intensity, but I held her hips down, kept her exactly where I wanted her until she couldn’t hold back anymore. Her body trembled, completely undone.But I wasn’t finished.I dropped my suit jacket to the floor and undid the buttons one by one. Without breaking eye contact, I loosened my belt and shoved my pants down in a single, decisive motion.I leaned in until our breaths mixed. Hers came short and uneven. Her face was flushed, eyes darting away. I caught her chin, forcing her to look at me.

A Smile That Wasn't Meant for Me

Angela’s POVMy words stopped him mid-step.He paused for a moment before slowly turning around. Every step he took toward me made my heartbeat pound harder in my chest.Now he stood right in front of me. His gaze cut straight through me—cold, sharp, completely merciless.“What you’re feeling right now…” his voice was low and heavy, every word landing like a blow, “This is just the beginning. I lived with that same feeling for ten years. You destroyed my life. And you’re also the reason I’m still standing here today.”I couldn’t move. My body felt locked in place under the weight of his stare. He leaned down slightly, closing the distance until our faces were only inches apart.“Don’t talk to me about sanity,” he said more quietly, his tone colder than before. “I’ve only just begun, Angela.”***Several days passed after that

The Cut on His Forehead

Angela's POV"I panicked,” I said. “You showed up in the middle of the night, you looked like a burglar.”He raised an eyebrow, his gaze sharp.“A burglar?” His voice dropped, heavy with sarcasm. “This house has three layers of security. You really think someone could get through all that without setting off an alarm?”I clenched my jaw, heat creeping up my neck.“Fine… maybe I overreacted. I’m sorry.”His expression didn’t soften.He stepped closer, leaning down just enough for his breath to brush my skin.“Consider yourself lucky I’m letting this go,” he said quietly. “But don’t expect the same next time.”Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked away, leaving my heart racing wildly. My legs felt weak against the floor, relief tangled with fear.He really was dangerous.I watched his back as

A Ride I Never Asked For

Angela's POVOur eyes met for a split second. His cold hazel gaze pierced me, and my feet froze on the last step. I quickly turned my face, pretending not to see him, and walked straight past the table.“Breakfast is ready, Miss Angela,” Lana’s voice cut through my steps.I paused, looked back briefly. Lana stared at me, confused why I was walking past without touching anything.I took a short breath and forced a stiff smile. “Thanks, Lana. But I don’t think I can eat… at the same table as the host.”I made sure to say it loud enough for Aaron to hear. And I knew, by the way his spoon froze in midair, that he did.I didn’t wait for his reaction. I turned and walked out.***Once I reached the guest garage, I got into my car. But when I tried to start it, all I heard was a hoarse click. I tried again. Nothing. The damn car wouldn’t start.“Come on, don’t d

Not a Morning Tour

Angela's POVWhen the car finally stopped, I looked out the window.Ahead of us stood a steel gate. A white wooden sign carved in a classic style read: Carter Ranch. Wooden fences stretched wide, framing land that seemed endless as we passed through the gate.Without looking at me, Aaron opened his door and stepped out, slamming it shut behind him.I hurried out after him, closing the door with an irritated sigh.“Hey, Aaron! Wait!” I called, but he didn’t slow down.The moment I stepped inside the building, the smell of horses and hay hit me hard. The sound of neighing filled the space as several heads peeked out from their stalls.“What is this place?” I demanded.He didn’t turn around. “If you have eyes, you should already know. It’s a horse ranch.”I quickened my pace, trying to catch up. “I asked you to drop me at the main road. Instead, you dragged me all

Out of Control

Angela’s POVAt first, everything felt stable. He walked beside Dusty, holding the reins and making sure the horse moved slowly. The motion made me stiff at first, but after a few minutes, I began to adjust.It felt… incredible. The height, the wind against my face, the steady rhythm of Dusty’s steps, unfamiliar, but strangely exhilarating. I even found myself smiling.“See? Not so hard, right?” the young man said, glancing at me.I nodded quickly. “Yeah… honestly, I like it. Can I try holding the reins myself?”He hesitated, then finally let go. “Alright. Just remember, be gentle. Don’t pull too hard. Horses respond to even light pressure.”I nodded, confident, gripping the reins. Dusty took a few calm steps, and I felt like I had control. I even tried guiding him to turn. It worked.I laughed softly. “Hey, this isn’t that hard.”Suddenly, Du

When Devils Collide

Angela's POVThe young man lowered his head, fists clenched at his sides. “I’m sorry, sir…”I spoke up again, louder this time. “I told you, it was my fault, not his!”Aaron shot me a brief glance before turning back to the man.“Listen carefully,” he said, his voice low and controlled. “No one steps in here without permission. No one rides my horses without supervision. I’ll let it slide once. Let it happen twice, and you won’t be working here anymore.”The young man bowed his head deeply. “Yes, sir.”Aaron didn’t wait for anything else. “Good. Now get out of my sight.”The young man backed away quickly, almost running.I could see Aaron’s jaw tighten, though he was still holding himself back. The man in the gray suit nearby was clearly the reason he hadn’t exploded yet.Aaron reached into his pocket, pulle

Only Mine (Aaron's POV)

Aaron's POVI twisted Bennett’s wrist until the veins stood out under his skin. He roared, rough and hoarse, but I didn’t loosen my grip.His face tightened, jaw set, but there was still that arrogant spark in his eyes. “You think you’re big enough to challenge me, Carter?” he hissed, gasping through the pain.I stared at him flatly. My voice was calm, cold. “You think the name Bennett makes you untouchable? On paper, maybe your family means something. But you’re nothing more than a coward riding on that name.”Then I let go with a sharp jerk. He staggered back, face red with barely contained rage.I glanced at Angela, still frozen near the paddock fence. “Get in the car,” I said, flat.She hesitated for a fraction of a second, then complied. The door closed behind her, leaving me alone with Bennett.He rubbed his arm, glaring at me like he wanted to tear me apart. “Ass

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