The Broken Me Met Him Again Novels & Stories

My body shook with sobs I would not let become sound. The mark on my neck burned. Through the bond I felt him. Still standing in his study. Surrounded by scattered pages. His forehead pressed against the closed door. He was breaking. So was I. But I had been broken before. And I knew something he did not. Broken things can be rebuilt. But never in the same shape. And never for the person who broke them. I pushed off the wall and kept walking. Behind me through stone and distance and a bond that neither of us could sever I heard him whisper three words.

My broken, hunted family. "Who is with me?"

Alone. Just like me. Everything still broken.

The iconic, twisted mark he had carried in her past life. ​I spent years believing he was broken before he ever met me, her mind screamed in the silent dark, the clinical calculation of her ledger failing against the sheer weight of the realization. But he wasn't broken by the pre-war campaigns. He was broken by me. My choices, my vengeance, my timeline... I brought the glass down on his shoulder.

“Hey… look at me.” But I couldn’t. Because the truth was loud now. Clear. Unavoidable. I broke a rule. I broke myself. I gave my first time to the man I was never supposed to want. And I didn’t know how to take any of it back

I took my chances to survive around him. But that was a long time ago. It wasn’t supposed to happen again. Yet now, it clearly felt like this meeting wasn’t an accident. He had found me. Not Melinda Adams—the woman I had carefully built over the years with polite smiles, quiet dresses, and an ordinary life. He had found Catt Amber. The girl who lied, stole, survived, and disappeared before the Mafia world could swallow her whole. My face was flushed, and I hadn’t managed to move a single file or do anything useful the entire time I was in the office. I was restless, constantly hoping he wouldn’t appear at my door and bring up that promise.

The Blood Moon night had finally arrived. Crimson light bathed the land, turning everything into a battlefield of shadows and blood. Damian emerged from his locked room at last. He was a mere skeleton of his former self, his face drained of all color, his steps unsteady. Slowly, he made his way to my home. For the last time, he stood at my door. This time, there were no pleas. He simply called my name, quietly, desperately. I opened the door.

He is as broken now as when he found me. He had saved me multiple times. But now I had to save him.

Her chest pain intensified even further. "Honey," her mother cooed softly, opening her arms. Bella crumbled into her embrace. The warmth should have comforted her, yet it only highlighted how shattered she felt within her. Her voice broke as she sobbed, "Mum, Marcus rejected me." "My mate rejected me." The words felt bitter on her tongue. Expressing thoughts verbally made them feel more genuine. She had wished—prayed—that this was a terrible dream from which she would awaken. However, it was not.

"I never would've thought things would get bad. Zac was perfect and... at the time, I was so happy with my life." All I wanted was to keep her happy and I knew she wasn't. For the first time since I've met her, I am in this moment seeing that she's been broken and bent into millions of pieces since she's been here. I always knew there was more to her. I knew something happened that hurt her but I would have never expected it to be this deep and life-altering.