บททั้งหมดของ The Broken Angel He Claimed: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Angela's POVI looked up.Dad stood there in his simple work shirt. The lines on his face looked deeper than the last time I’d seen him.“Dad…” I murmured.He smiled faintly. “I’m not late, am I?”I shook my head quickly. “No. I just got here too.”He sat across from me. “Have you ordered?”“Not yet. I was waiting for you.”He waved a server over, and we each ordered coffee. Once the server walked away, silence settled between us, not cold, just awkward. The kind that comes when neither person knows where to begin.Dad broke it first.“I’m glad you came,” he said. “It’s been a long time.”“Yeah. I’m glad we could meet.”He nodded, then folded his hands on the table. “Angela… are you really okay?”“I’m fine,” I answered quickly

Aaron’s POVI remembered her question about her father as I watched her sleeping face.Right.I was the one who helped her father get the job at my company.I didn’t have a rational reason.I just did it.Her eyelids twitched. Slowly, she woke up. There was a brief pause before awareness fully returned, her eyes narrowing as they locked onto my face.She shifted, sat up, and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand.“Are you done working?” her voice was rough, still half-asleep.I didn’t answer.She glanced around the room. “Did you bring me here?”Still nothing from me.She reached into her pocket for her phone. The screen lit up her face.“What time is it?” she murmured.I turned, intending to leave but her fingers caught my wrist. The grip was light. Not forceful.But enough to stop me.I halted and looked back at her.

Angela's POVI stared at the screen. Aaron’s name was still glowing on the screen. My thumb hovered over it.I decided not to answer and waited until the ringing stopped on its own.I let out a slow breath, unsure what Aaron would do when he realized I was ignoring him like this.I started the engine and kept driving. No destination. No plan.My phone rang again.I pulled it out of my bag and saw his name pop up for the second time.This time, I didn’t hesitate. I hit decline.The screen went dark.My grip tightened around the steering wheel. I didn’t even know where I was headed anymore.Without really thinking about it, I turned.A few minutes later, my father’s house appeared at the end of the street.I parked along the curb and sat there for a moment, staring at the front door. The house looked the same as always. Clean, neat, and unchanged.I got out of the car and

Aaron's POVI knew we weren’t alone the moment I sat in the car, waiting for Angela to come out. That instinct has never failed me. Without hesitation, I pulled out my phone, typed a short message, and sent it.As soon as we pulled away, the car behind us did too.Not aggressive.Not tailgating.It stayed right in the safe zone, too precise to be coincidence.I kept driving, half-listening to Angela’s rambling as she tried to get a rise out of me. Her voice went up and down, sharp with irritation, but I stayed calm.When there was an opening, I hit the gas.The car surged forward, speed climbing just enough to test them.My eyes locked onto the rearview mirror.The car behind us accelerated too.That settled it.Angela kept talking, her frustration filling the cabin. I stayed quiet, waiting for the moment she’d realize it herself.We were being followed.Then her phone ran

Ian's POVI lounged back on the leather couch, one hand wrapped around a glass of whiskey. Low light reflected off the amber liquid.A woman on my left poured me another drink without being asked. Another sat on my lap, leaning in, her mouth pressed to mine, tongue bold and unapologetic.I kissed her back, deeper, rougher, until she let out a soft moan. The VIP door opened.Bass from the club downstairs bled into the room. Three of my men walked in. The moment I saw their faces, I already knew.I shoved the woman off my lap.“Out,” I said flatly.The women left. The door shut behind them, cutting the noise down to a low pulse. I didn’t turn around.“We failed,” one of them said.The whiskey glass stayed in my hand. I rotated it slowly, ice clinking softly.Failed.One word. Enough to lock my jaw.I threw the glass with no warning.It flew