All Chapters of Broken by His Fiancée: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Three years ago, when I left the country, I didn't even dare to say goodbye to him face-to-face.It wasn't that I didn't miss him. I was simply terrified that he would lose his mind and hurt someone else on my account again.The moment the private jet touched down and he saw me, my uncle, Logan Thorne, had eyes that turned instantly red with unshed tears. "You’ve lost weight, and you look completely pale. What’s so great about that miserable place overseas anyway? How many times did I tell you to come back home to finish your studies, yet you just refused to listen?"I sniffled lightly, forcing a bright smile onto my face. "Uncle Logan, look, I'm finally back, aren't I? You're literally getting married—did you honestly think I wouldn't show up for that?"The exact second I mentioned the wedding, a brilliant light washed over his face. "Right, right, right! Let’s go, get in the car. I’m taking you out to grab a bite to eat first."As the luxury car cut through traffic, Logan’s prot

My hands clenched into tight fists.Time and time again, I had done my absolute best to swallow my pride and endure their insults solely out of respect for my uncle, Logan Thorne.I never anticipated that they would become this utterly lawless, but I was absolutely no walkover.I whipped my head to the side, dodging the hands lunging at me. In one swift motion, I slammed my fist squarely into the bridge of Chloe's nose, spinning on my heel to plant a vicious kick that sent Harper crashing to the floor.Martha hovered anxiously in the background, hesitating to join the fray.Victoria stumbled back two steps, her voice rising in a panicked screech. "Martha! Call the building security detail inside right now!"With trembling fingers, Martha frantically pulled out her two-way radio.Before she could even broadcast a transmission, a loud, violent crash echoed through the foyer.The front door was forcefully slammed open from the outside.Three uniformed building security guards sto

Uncle Logan collapsed onto his knees directly in front of me, his hands shaking violently as he slowly parted the blood-matted hair clinging to my face.As the stray locks were brushed aside, my forehead was fully exposed to his sight.The word SLUT was crudely, unevenly carved deep into the bloodied, shredded flesh.Logan’s entire body went completely rigid.His gaze swept downward, taking in the full extent of my injuries.From head to toe, there was not a single inch of intact skin left on my body.My forehead was split open, my face was horribly swollen, the corners of my mouth were torn, and both my arms and legs were broken.I looked exactly like a puzzle that had been brutally trampled under someone's shoe—shattered into a hundred scattered pieces on the floor, impossible to ever fit back together again.A violent shudder ran straight through Logan’s frame.He reached out his hands, desperate to touch me, but he hovered mid-air, utterly unable to find a single spot on m

I stared into his bloodshot eyes, which were heavily swollen from staying awake for three grueling days straight."Uncle Logan, you are entirely more important than any of them."Uncle Logan’s pupils vibrated slightly at my words."You gave a promise to my mother," I said, the rims of my eyes flushing a deep red. "You swore to her that you would live a good, long life. Your survival is the absolute greatest tribute you can give to Eleanor Thorne's memory."Do not stain your own hands for this."Uncle Logan’s Adam's apple bobbed heavily as he swallowed hard."Okay," he said.As he forced that single word past his teeth, I watched the muscles along his jawline clench so tightly they looked ready to snap.He was restraining himself—fighting down the primitive, violent urge to storm out of this room and tear those people apart with his bare hands, suppressing a fury that was burning right through his bones.I kept my eyes locked onto his face."Uncle Logan," I whispered, my voice

She turned her head to look directly at me, a flash of genuine, twisted curiosity dancing deep within her eyes."Because you targeted the one person in this world you should have never laid a finger on," I said flatly.She froze for a fraction of a second, and then a cold, mocking laugh escaped her throat."Have you ever stopped to consider one simple fact—if he hadn't placed you on such a ridiculously high pedestal, I would have never even noticed your existence in the first place?" Her voice dropped into a low, chilling whisper. "Your own uncle was the one who pushed you directly under the edge of my blade. The person you truly deserve to loathe above anyone else isn't me."My rational mind immediately flagged her words, knowing perfectly well that she was merely attempting to drive a psychological wedge between us.The fact that my uncle regarded me as the most important person in his life was absolutely not his fault, and it was certainly not my fault.The ultimate blame rest