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Broken Man, Unbreakable Spirit

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 924    |    Released on: 07/07/2025

ondon, there was the final, brutal act of my own humiliation. The story wasn't as simple a

seat. After the executive, Mr. Graves, pushed the money across the table, the door to the office opened. Mark swagg

descension. "Look what we have here. Alex Miller, the musi

tempt, sent a jolt through me. The pieces clicked into place instantly, even

voice barely a whisp

I knew. "What's going on, Alex, is that you're finally getting what you

stunned. "That was two

You and your sob story about your dead musician fa

f anger and disbelief. "You made her pretend to be sick? You made me s

oe. "And it was brilliant. Watching you squirm, so des

you really think someone like me would end up with a broke, wannabe musician living in a tiny a

my lungs. I looked from her smug face to Mark's sneering on

I said to Mr. Graves, my

ustling sound. "The deal is do

oney," I snarled, t

playing sports instead of an instrument. "You're not getting it bac

er injustice of it all boiled over. I wasn't thinking. I was pure, raw

slammed me against the wall. My head hit the soundproofing foam with a dull thud. He shoved m

sound of pure agony. I looked down and saw my arm bent at

rm, the world dissolving into a haze of pai

great artist, crying on the floor. Make sure you're

h his phone. The cold, black lens felt like an ey

disgust, as if I were a piece of trash. "Let's go, Mark. I don

m broken, my heart shattered, and the only legacy of my family in the hands of a man who saw it as a commodity

old emptiness that was spreading through my chest. I tried to push

uld not let them win. I grit my teeth, the taste of blood in my mouth. "You... you will regret this," I whispered

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“The air in my tiny apartment was heavy with the scent of lavender and burnt toast, a comfort that would soon become a sickening memory. My vintage Gibson, a direct link to my family' s musical legacy, rested on my bed – destined to be sold to save the woman I loved. "Are you sure about this, Alex?" Chloe asked, her voice laced with what I, foolishly, believed was genuine concern for her supposed terminal illness. But the moment the camera started rolling, the painful truth became devastatingly clear. Mark Johnson, Chloe' s ex, swaggered in, her hand intertwined with his, their faces twisted in triumphant sneers. "He' s such a pathetic loser," Chloe laughed, her voice bright and utterly devoid of the weakness she had been faking for a month. Every loving glance, every shared secret, every sacrifice I' d made for her was just a calculated move in their cruel game of revenge for a two-year-old scholarship. They wanted to humiliate me, to shatter my music, and to break my spirit for their twisted amusement, and they wanted it all on camera. They beat me, left my arm broken and my heart in ruins, filming every agonizing second for their viral masterpiece. Why would anyone, let alone the woman I' d given everything to, orchestrate such a monstrous betrayal? How could I have been so blind? But as I lay there, broken and bleeding on the cold studio floor, my phone buzzed with an unknown London number. A single call, a deceased grandfather, and a substantial inheritance became my unexpected lifeline, a way out of the abyss. I was broken, but not defeated. I would clean up their mess, not for revenge, but for my own survival. The desperate fool they knew was dead. And the man who rose from his ashes would burn their world to the ground.”
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