Too Late To Beg: My Suffocated Heart

Chapter 2

Word Count: 640 | Released on: 13/11/2026

ted rolling waves of heat, distorting the

in, the breakdown of my

my skin-a horrifying picture o

claws, the tragic evidence of my despera

at the checkpoint, more stranded travele

be roasted alive," an older mob wife whisper

Chloe immediately dragge

nd as she accurately targeted the s

"Julian's fiancée is a lazy parasite. She does nothing but drain his accoun

elivered a hard kick to the

ulian raised his voice, ensuring everyone heard his fake bragging. "She constantly uses her asthma to scare me, forcin

words sent a cold, vibra

mother left me just to provide the startup cap

cold bread and cheap pickles, just to pay off

dime he used to project this fake mafia bo

n front of strangers, slan

pathy, completely deceived b

n!" an old associate yelled, tappi

ponse. Because I

or pushing a supply cart stop

lian. She stopped and pulled an unopened bottle of

g the water to Julian. "You need to crack the window open and pass this wat

loe violently snatched the bottle

p and poured every single dr

oudly, evaporating

ng the empty plastic bottle. "The AC is blasting on maxim

ottle in disbelief, absolutely sh

led Chloe close and kissed her cheek. "C

turning cold. "Unless she gets on her knees and begs,

the evaporated water

one sip of that water, I would no

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Too Late To Beg: My Suffocated Heart

Riven Ashcombe Mafia

“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.”