Todos los capítulos de WHEN HIS HEART GOES WRONG: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

POV: PEDRO: I have always lived my life knowing I don’t belong anywhere—not with the Gerux family, not with my supposed mother, Juana, not even in society. I’ve lived in the shadow of an identity I know nothing about, one I couldn’t explain. At five, Juana stopped pretending to be a loving mother. Too young, yet I still remember how much that broke my heart. She could forget to pick me up from school, ignore making meals, and never show up for school events or parents’ meetings. Buying me a gift was a dream that never came true. At five years old, I already knew she wasn’t my real mother. Mr. Gerux was there too. He visited often. Juana, ever jobless, was always home to entertain him until I returned from school, usually with the help of a kind neighbour who picked me up along with her daughter. Whenever I got home, Mr. Gerux would try to play the fatherly role. He truly tried, but I could never feel as happy as other children looked when they were with their fathers. At ten, Jua

PEDRO: I hurried back into the hospital lab and demanded my result. I didn’t need it; I already suspected the truth. But lack of proof always finds a way to contradict reality. The paper said it plainly. My blood group was nothing like the Gerux. Worse: I had the golden blood. The rare type only the Hays family possessed. My world spun and tore itself into pieces. If I had doubts about Helen, how was I supposed to process Hays blood running through my veins? I slumped onto the bench outside the lab, numb and confused. I called Vera. She didn’t answer. She’d ignored my calls since her threat. Even when I texted to tell her my sample was in the lab, she didn’t reply. I wrote it off as one of her moods and, between Leonard’s scandal and the days with Helen, I forgot about her. But not answering again, my worries ignited. I was still in the pool of confusion when Helen returned and headed for the elevator. I followed. She held the elevator for me. I stepped in. An unusual silen

PEDRO: They said every womaniser has that one person he deems special above the rest. Nathan was no different. For all the dick he was, he still loved someone—someone in the same company. Someone who knew all about his sex escapades with other female colleagues and still foolishly kept her heart open for him…loving him, pleasing him…and doing anything he asked. To Tracey, Nathan was the one man who ever understood her, respected her, and knew her fantasies in bed. Meeting Nathan marked the beginning of her happiness. When she also learned that he had spoken to Leonard on her behalf for employment, she fell deeply in love. Nathan had met her on the day of her interview. She’d gone to get water from the dispenser, fidgeting and nervous. With the tag around her neck, Nathan knew who she was…an interviewee. A new prey. Crazy as it sounds, his charm worked. In that short break, he bent her over the restroom wall, fvcking the nervousness out of her. By the end, he promised her the job

LEONARD: The pilot brought the engines alive as we boarded the helicopter. Eric sat beside me, while Salud and Angelo were in front—armed and determined to gun down the bloody shooter. After Ramsey’s call about the situation at the hospital, Salud and his men fell into minutes of silence and confusion. But as men on the move, instead of debating their mistakes or the possibility that the real shooter was still at large, they armed up and decided to save the moment first. Spotting the shooter, Salud and Angelo opened fire.“Keep him alive,” I pleaded…less a command, more a request. Salud and his temper would want the shooter dead, whether or not he was the real culprit. After Jasper, anyone opposing us with a gun was a target for him. But I needed the shooter alive; I needed to understand his bitterness. His reason. Landing on the rooftop, Eric helped me into the wheelchair while Salud and Angelo stayed alert, their guns raised and aggressive. To make things worse, the shooter was

LEONARD: It was the most ridiculous turnout of my life—that Tracey had hated me over a job. That she had teamed up with Nathan against me simply because I’d been on her last flight as a hostess. I huffed, frustration washing over me. During that incident, I had stormed off to the restroom just to ease my temper. The sight of that arrogant politician had infuriated me so much I almost threw him off the plane. Escaping was the only way to keep from getting involved and causing irreversible damage. Back then, I was nothing but my father’s son. I knew nothing, knew no one, and no one knew me. If that politician had held importance to my father’s financial empire, my interference would have driven my father mad. A politician over a hostess…that would’ve been his outrage. But if it happened now, that politician wouldn’t just be banned from the Hays aircraft; he’d lose every connection to the Hays entirely. Whether he was the largest investor, shareholder, or sponsor, he’d be stripped of