All Chapters of WHEN HIS HEART GOES WRONG: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

JIMMY: I’m not sure what’s happening. Bernard and I might have gone extreme hours ago, but that doesn’t define anything—at least, not to me. We haven’t even talked about what we are yet. The whole ‘shooter’ situation got in the way, but I’m dying to hear from him. To know what he thinks about us now. What will become of us. I’d wanted to ask him in the car while driving to the hospital after Salud’s call, but he’d gone quiet. It’s rare to see a loud man so withdrawn. I know his struggle, the millions of thoughts spinning in his head…all about the sex and the after-feelings. He kept stealing glances at me. I felt his eyes, his heaviness, his confusion. His contemplation. So, I drove to Leonard in silence. But when we reached the hideout, he turned bitter and disapproving, detaching himself from Leonard. Eyeing Salud. Ignoring me. “Bernard,” I whispered as the cops arrived and Leonard got busy with them. “Can we talk?” He followed me to the car. “Are you alright?” I asked. “Are

JIMMY: We walked back to the OR section, and the moment our eyes landed on the people before us, we froze—caught between bursting into laughter or gasping in shock. “What happened?” Bernard asked. The women, including Erica, were bound to the hospital chairs. Their mouths were taped, their wrists and ankles tied with tourniquets. The only thing left untied was their hair—wild, tangled, and in urgent need of a brush. Mr. Gerux had returned. His driver sat beside him. Judging from their composure, they’d been the ones to restrain the women. No hospital staff would dare do this…not to Mrs. Hays, the Director’s mother, and certainly not to Juana, the sassy wife of Mr. Gerux. The chaos I’d walked away from minutes earlier could only be controlled by a man like Manuel and his unsmiling driver. I briefed Bernard as we took seats beside the nerd, who was no longer sobbing. No one was crying anymore. The women’s eyes burned with fury; bound as they were, their eyes did the rest of the fig

ERIC: The Hays were not only recognised for their weight in the world market, they were also famed for their bloodline. They possessed the rarest blood type. The golden blood. It was said that across the nation, only the Hays carried the blood type. And it had always been so. The golden blood seemed custom-made for the Hays…as if the heavens had designed it just to prove how unique they were. And now…Pedro? He’d been transferred to Sierra because he had the same blood type and needed an urgent transfusion? That was insane. I wasn’t the only one losing some nuts. The reporters had gone berserk. Maybe the helicopter movement made them assume Leonard was in trouble. Maybe they’d already gotten the news about Pedro. Either way, they were buzzing, shouting, and increasing in number. Soon, the helicopter returned. Pedro was wheeled in through the rooftop into the emergency room. By the time I reached the ER with Lucas and my mother, everyone was there—Erica, Bernard, Jimmy, Mr. Gerux,

JIMMY: Mrs. Hays slumped into a chair, baffled by the result, though I couldn’t understand why. She had claimed to trust Juana…trusted that she wouldn’t sleep with her husband. She was the one who demanded the maternity test to prove whatever she doubted…so she should have been strong enough to face the result with that same faith. Yet there she was, sinking into a chair like a crushed pup. “I saw her pregnant,” she cried. “She was carrying a child.” There could have been other backstories, ones she clearly didn’t know. Juana might have been pregnant, but miscarried during the journey. Or maybe she was never pregnant, only faking it—playing her part while plotting to steal someone’s child. Before anyone could ask more questions, she stormed out of the room. I knew where she was going. And if Catherine was still nearby, another fight was about to break out. God, I didn’t want to witness it again…not this one that threatened to be worse. My eyes met Leonard’s. Damn. I was going t

JIMMY: Bernard’s hands raced through my buttons as his lips glued to mine—kissing, biting and sucking both my lips and tongue. My shirt dropped to the floor. My belt followed, then his tongue, which trailed down my neck, across my shoulder, my chest…until it rested on my nipple. My body quivered instantly. The sensation rushed through me with wild speed, and I staggered. That didn’t stop him. He held me steady, his mouth taking me in…while his other hand massaged the twin. I moaned, tilting my head back, the world blurring before my eyes. I loved it. I loved the pleasure was consuming me. Then he lowered himself, sliding my jeans and boxers to my ankles. My cock sprang free. Fully erected. I swallowed hard, waiting. But when nothing happened, I glanced down at him. Something about his eyes caught me…fixed on my dick, unreadable. “Ben…?” I called, breathless. “Have you always been this big?” he whispered, his voice betraying the shock his eyes tried to hide. I nearly laughed at