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His Cruel Love, My Broken Heart

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 921    |    Released on: 19/08/2025

I needed to stay

Holt. You have a high fever

ce filled with worry. "Your body

an with a face as cold as his boss'

eds you. Miss

topped for

li

was

infected wound. He just repeated his words, "

Every muscle ached, and my head was spinning. I gr

d, cutting through my thin clot

te jet, and a woman with long, fl

e Ty

. The smile on his face was one I had never seen before. It was

re was gone. In his place wa

ylie's voice was sweet like honey,

s voice thick with emotion. He kissed her

part of the scenery. The pain in my shoulder was a dull throb compared to th

e looked me up and down, a f

man?" she asked, her tone demanding. "I don't lik

. There was a hint of something in his

ound..." he s

concern for my injury. A tiny, fool

guished as quick

y wrist! I think I sprained it on the flight.

y. He examined her wrist with an exaggerated concern that was almost

psed, bleeding on the floor. He had just glanced at me, his

was a slap

g into my palms. I forced myself to

arp, impatient. "What are you

arge suitcases. E

step, the pain in my shoulder intensified. I picked up t

s of my vision turned black. I

. "Can't even carry a single bag. Bradl

ook at me. His focus

me harder th

as to him. A thing tha

like a froze

the blood. I had looked at him, hoping fo

red, "Sir, i

even loo

sing over Kylie

oice barely a whisper. I had to apolo

oice dripping with malice. "I want you to ca

high heels. They la

hing. His silenc

orld spun violently. I picked up her shoes, the s

me Bradley sometimes

then turned to Bradley, her voice turning

e said, his voice n

up as if she w

glance in my direction. He was comple

ng. The shoes in my hand felt impos

ollapsed onto the cold tarma

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His Cruel Love, My Broken Heart
His Cruel Love, My Broken Heart
“For three years, I was Bradley Porter's bodyguard. And his substitute. Tonight, I took a bullet for him, the wound in my shoulder still fresh. But he didn't care. His assistant pulled me out of the hospital, my wound infected and feverish, because the woman I was a substitute for, Kylie Tyson, was back. At the private airport, he embraced her with a love I had never seen. Kylie looked me up and down with disdain. "Bradley, make her carry my luggage." He saw my pale face, the bandage peeking from my collar, but his voice was sharp. "What are you waiting for? Get the luggage." There were five large suitcases. Just moments before, Kylie had faked a sprained wrist, and he had examined it with panicked concern. When I took a bullet for him, he just glanced at me and told his men to "clean up the mess." That night, I went home and added another black stone to the glass jar on my dresser. I made a promise to myself: for every time he hurt me, I would add a stone. When the jar was full, I would leave him forever. Tonight was stone number three hundred and sixty-eight. The jar was almost half full.”
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