All Chapters of After He Broke me, I became his pawn: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Chapter Two “Still refusing to confess, Mrs. Harrington?” The policeman standing across the table didn't look moved. I lifted my bruised face. “I have nothing to confess.” Cold water splashed over my face. I gasped as it ran down my bruised body, seeping through my thin gown and into the open wounds on my arms. The horror of what they're doing sent cold chills through me. They can kill me and bury me in a shallow grave; nobody will hear of it. “You're making this harder than it needs to be.” He sighed and dragged a chair closer. “I didn't try to kill Vincent,” I insisted, even though I knew no one would believe me. “Then explain the evidence.” “I can't explain something I didn't do.” He slammed a thick file onto the table. “You signed the documents. You used Vincent Harrington’s house as collateral. The men you hired confessed.” “I didn't hire anyone!” I screamed through my tears. His expression hardened. He leaned closer, his voice a bit lower. “Plead gu

The moment he stepped into the elevator, I froze. For one terrifying second, my heart stopped beating. The broad shoulders. The sharp jawline. The same confident posture. Then I noticed the silver studs in his ears. Vincent never wore earrings. From behind they could pass off as twins. I sighed with relief. His tuxedo jacket fit his sculpted frame perfectly. Underneath, his white shirt was left with a few buttons undone. He was adjusting his cufflinks when he looked in my direction. His warm brown eyes met mine, my pulse started jumped. I quickly looked away. I tried to steady my breathing. I don't know why my heart was pounding as if I had seen Vincent face-to-face. I sighed in disappointment. After all he did to me, the dude had no right to have such an effect on me. But I was quick to recognize my emotions. It was the fear, dread…the trauma hasn't left me. “Gawking at strangers isn't exactly professional,” the stranger interrupted my thoughts. I blinked. “Excu

“What do you think you’re doing?” Adam said through gritted teeth.His expression remained calm as his firm hand closed around my arm, pulling me back.I turned to face him, anger gnawing at me. His eyebrows were furrowed in annoyance, and his intimidating gaze was dark and furious. I slowly looked down at his fingers tightening around my arm.“To get my daughter,” I snapped, my chest tightening with anger.I wasn't thinking straight. The restraining order, the Harringtons, the consequences—none of it mattered anymore. Through my blurry vision, I saw Scarlet and the nanny leaving through the exit door, and every instinct in me screamed to go after her.“Stop it, Ava. Get a grip on yourself,” he said quietly, his voice edged with authority. His cold gaze swept across the large hall before settling on me again.“Have you forgotten?” he asked coldly, holding me still.“You signed a restraining order. You can’t just walk up to them and take your daughter,” he reminded me, his expression s