All Chapters of The Broken Angel He Claimed: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Know Your Place (Aaron's POV)

Aaron's POVI glanced down at Angela’s hand still gripping my arm.“Let go."She hesitated for a second, then slowly released me. “You’re bleeding.”I looked at the red line across my knuckles, a reminder from the fight earlier.“You should probably get that treated,” she said.I looked at her coldly. “Don’t pretend you care, Angela.”“I’m not pretending,” she replied. “I’m just stating a fact."“I don't need your concern."She didn’t flinch. “Pointing out bleeding isn't concern. It's just obvious."“You talk too much for someone who shouldn’t be sticking her nose into my business.”Her gaze didn’t waver. “Noticing isn't interference. I'd say the same thing to anyone."That earned her a slow smile from me. “Admirable… for someone like you.”

First Positive

Angela's POVThose words were still echoing in my head. “You’re here because I allow it. Not because you mean anything.Damn him. Cold. Completely emotionless.Aaron got out of the car without even looking back. I followed a few seconds later, slamming the door a little harder. The garage was spotless, polished concrete floors, everything perfectly in place. Three cars lined up like they were on display at a showroom.He walked ahead, not even glancing back.The side door led straight inside. The moment I stepped in, I froze.It looked like something straight out of an architecture magazine. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls, sharp lines, not a single personal touch. Nothing to hint at who lived here. It felt like him, cold, controlled, untouchable.“How long are you planning to just stand there?” His voice cut through my thoughts. Low, sharp, and just deep enough to remind me I was still standing in the doorway lik

The Truth Turns

POV AngelaWait… what?My eyes scanned the screen fast.I knew it. She never looked like that kind of woman. The CCTV footage proved it.Edward Kane should be the one apologizing.Sorry for judging you.She didn’t deserve to be treated like that.Don’t give up, Angela.I scrolled faster, my heart pounding. Every post said the same thing. Support. Sympathy. Trust.“What the hell…” I whispered.I tapped one of the headlines with my name staring back at me. “New Evidence Clears Angela Jones. CCTV Footage Confirms No Affair.”The article laid everything out, the restaurant footage, the camera angles, and how the so-called “kiss” was nothing more than Edward leaning in to grab a glass. And the entire world had turned it into a scandal.Then another headline appeared bene

You Chose Yourself

Angela's POVHe stopped mid-step.Slowly, he turned around. His gaze was dark, unreadable. Then he started walking toward me. I took a step back without realizing it. He didn’t stop until there was almost no space left between us.His hand came up. Fingers closed around my jaw.“I look tired to you?” His voice was low, almost a whisper. “Don’t try to analyze me. You don’t know a damn thing about my pain.”He leaned in. His voice dropped against my ear. “That pain is the reason I’m still alive.”My heart raced. “I know I hurt you,” I whispered.Aaron let out a short laugh. “Hurt me?” he said. “You destroyed me, Angela.”“I know.” My voice trembled, but I didn’t look away. “I’m not asking you to forgive me. I don’t deserve that.”I took a breath, steadying myself. “But

Against My Better Judgement (Aaron's POV)

POV AaronLyla stepped closer, her eyes still fixed on the hallway, like she wanted to make sure no one was really there.I caught her wrist and gently pulled her back until her attention returned to me.“I’ll come to the party,” I said, redirecting her focus.The corner of Lyla’s lips lifted into a slow smile. “You’re serious?”I gave a small nod, slipping one hand into my pocket. “Yeah.”Her smile widened. “Finally.”I tipped my chin toward the couch. “Have a seat.”She studied me for a second, then walked over and sat down. I headed to the small bar instead.“You want something to drink?”“Just water,” she said.I grabbed two bottles from the cooler, twisted them open, and poured them into glasses. I set one glass in front of her, then took the seat across from her.She took a slow si

A Heart I Denied

Angela's POVThe first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a room in shades of gray and black. It took a few seconds for my brain to catch up, to realize where I was.Aaron’s room.I still remembered the sound of Lyla’s footsteps getting closer. Panic had hit me instantly. There was nowhere else to hide. This was the only room I could think of at the time, so I slipped inside.A few minutes passed. No sign of Lyla.Exhaustion washed over me, and somehow, I fell asleep right there.I stretched, my body still stiff from tension. When I turned my head, my stomach tightened.His eyes were on me, cold, sharp, and unreadable.“Aaron.”"I… I didn’t come in here for anything weird.”“I heard Lyla’s footsteps coming closer,” I added quickly. “I just... I didn’t want her to find me. That’s all.”He didn’t move. Not even an in

Tangled Emotions

Angela's POV Was this feeling real? Seeing him with Lyla earlier… something hit my chest fast and uneasy. And when he said Lyla’s name, it stung even more. I should hate him. I do hate him. Maybe it’s because he’s the only person who keeps showing up in my life lately. Maybe that’s all there is to it. This weird feeling isn’t real, just a distraction. And I’ll never admit it. I sank onto the living room couch, scrolling through social media, trying to distract myself. I don’t even know how long I sat there before he suddenly appeared right in front of me. I flinched reflexively. He looked… too good that night. Clean, simple, effortlessly classy. Of course. He was headed to Lyla’s private party. Men like Aaron didn’t need much to look sharp, dark pants, a fitted shirt, everything perfect. For a moment, I just stared. Completely ridiculous. But I quickly pulled myself together. “Heading out?” I asked casually.

Hurt Like Hell

Angela's POVI stepped slowly toward the edge of the bed, holding my breath, afraid even the slightest sound would wake him. Aaron stirred suddenly slow, shifting from lying on his stomach to his side, half his body falling toward me.And that’s when I saw it.The bedside lamp cast light across his side. A long scar ran along his left torso. Pale, silvery. Not a small scratch. A deep, serious wound, something that needed more than stitches to save a life.I froze. I had never really noticed it before. Never imagined something like that existed on his body.I stared at the scar for a long moment. My fingers reached out almost instinctively before I pulled them back. It felt like I was looking at a part of him he never let anyone see, a portion of his life he kept hidden.And suddenly Ian’s words echoed in my mind.“Ask him what happened ten years ago…”My throat went dry. I looked at Aaron, still a

The Things He Buried

Angela's POVAaron let out a shallow breath.“Whatever I said last night, forget it.”Just like that.Forget it.I stared at him.“What if I can’t forget it?” I asked. Quiet, but steady.His gaze shifted instantly. Fully focused on me now.“What are you implying?” he said flatly, but the warning in his tone was unmistakable.I swallowed, forcing myself to stay upright.“Aaron… last night wasn’t just drunk talk. At least... it didn’t feel like it to me.”His expression hardened. He didn’t like this. More than that, he wanted out of this conversation. But I didn’t stop.“I want to ask you something,” I continued, my voice softer. “About last night… about that.” My eyes flicked to his side. “The scar on your left abdomen.”“So you were looking me over while I was asleep?&r

A Chance in the Casting Room

Angela's POVThe footsteps drew closer. I held my breath, my body tightening on instinct.But the moment a man in a neat black suit came into view, the tension drained out of me.It was just Aaron’s assistant.Darren.“Miss Jones?” His voice was low, polite.I rubbed my face quickly. “God, I thought…”I bit my lip, cutting myself off before that name slipped out.“Mr. Carter asked me to return a few of your belongings.”He lifted two travel bags and set them down in front of me.“Some clothes you left in Malibu. And…” He held out something that caught the light.“Your car keys.”I froze for a second. I had left my car in Malibu, the engine had died on me that day.“Your car’s been fixed,” he added calmly, answering the question before I could ask it.So Aaron had taken care of it.I accept

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