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Too Late To Beg: My Suffocated Heart

Author: Riven Ashcombe

Chapter 1

Word Count: 1005 | Released on: 13/11/2026

self working three grueling jobs just to pay off m

-degree highway checkpoint, Julian gave the last b

because of my severe asthma, he simply pulled the keys

oldly through the glass. "You can stay

focating heat instantly triggered my asthma. "

inting at my struggling figure with a sweet, mocking

nce. "Stop acting! You're just throwing a tantrum because

-level cronies around him, he grabbed a sunsh

faking illness for attention," he sneered, wrapping his arm aro

quickly turned into

d as my throat c

ing with Chloe, casually telling his cronies that he wou

n he left to "roast" was alr

pte

strolled back, talking and laughing

an. She is even ro

nicured fingers wrapped tightly

locked car window, completely unboth

ollowed

n profound annoyance. "I have spoiled her t

asphalt of the Syndicate highway ch

cedes, the limp body slumped agai

n into a terrifyin

into my skull, and my stiff neck w

ling a large cooler of i

oots scraping against the ground, and narr

e. "That lady does not look right. Her lips are tu

ce darkened

man backward. "Mind your own business!

ler. "A tantrum turns a person's face purple? It is over

f low-level Syndicate associates. "She loves playing these sick mind games

ard, putting on a

is just a jealous drama queen. She is deliberately holding her br

s murmured am

re often viewed as dramatic liabiliti

ly shifted to disgust towar

is own display of fake authori

sunshade and slapped it aggres

y rags from the side of the road, jamming the

all light and visibilit

ng at his expensive Rolex. "It has only been thirty minutes. She c

u are being too hard on her. What i

but there was not a single

good temper, always using that pathetic asthma as an excuse. If I do not cure

m severe asthma si

usiness, I had worked

ar to buy the expensive medicine,

I was just faking an illness

lder, leading her toward the rest area. "Ignore her. When she cannot ta

not loo

down at

nside the cabin w

seat, the skin baking red

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“I sold my late mother's only estate and starved myself working three grueling jobs just to pay off my fiancé's massive gambling debts to the Syndicate. But when our car was stuck at a scorching, hundred-degree highway checkpoint, Julian gave the last bottle of cold water to his delicate mistress, Chloe. When I gasped for air and begged him to turn up the AC because of my severe asthma, he simply pulled the keys from the ignition and locked the doors from the outside. "Chloe can't stand the heat," he said coldly through the glass. "You can stay in there and reflect on your attitude." I pounded frantically on the window as the suffocating heat instantly triggered my asthma. "Julian... open the door... I can't breathe..." Outside, Chloe took a slow sip of the cold water, pointing at my struggling figure with a sweet, mocking giggle. "Look at her, Julian. She's still faking it." Julian rolled his eyes, his face twisting with deep annoyance. "Stop acting! You're just throwing a tantrum because I let her sit in the front seat. I've spoiled you too much." To show off his ruthless authority to the low-level cronies around him, he grabbed a sunshade and completely sealed off the windshield. "Let her roast in there until she cures that pathetic habit of faking illness for attention," he sneered, wrapping his arm around Chloe's waist and walking away toward the shaded rest area. The 160-degree cabin quickly turned into my blazing coffin. My vision blurred as my throat closed completely. Just a few feet away in the cool shade, Julian was laughing with Chloe, casually telling his cronies that he would unlock the door once I cried and begged for his mercy. He had no idea that the woman he left to "roast" was already a stiff, purple corpse.”