Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart

Chapter 121

Natalia’s lips were pulled tight, a line of tension that betrayed her unease.

Hamilton had thrown a curveball, but it wasn’t entirely unexpected. Still, her heart felt heavy, as if it were swamped in a fog of disappointment. The man before her, it seemed, was determined to leave her with no way out.

A bitter smile crept across her face. “I did say that, but you never agreed, Mr. Fowler.”

Hamilton’s eyebrow arched slightly. “Ms. Jenkins, when you wanted to uncover the truth, you agreed to walk away from the house. Now that you’ve got your truth, you want to keep the house, too? Isn’t that a bit greedy?”

The smile on his face was mask–like, devoid of any warmth in his eyes.

“Hamilton.” Natalia’s voice was laced with a pain she could hardly contain as she faced him. “That house… it was bought with my child’s life!”

His smile vanished in an instant. He looked at her with cold eyes, and after what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke. “Natalia, save me the sob story about kids. I don’t care about that.”

She laughed suddenly, a sound that was more a release of pent–up frustration than any real amusement.

“If that’s the case, then I’m not beholden to you, Mr. Fowler. There are plenty of other fish in the sea, plenty of other wealthy people in this world. I’m sure if I put my heart into finding someone, I’ll find a willing soul.”

Hamilton’s face darkened, his gaze growing icy as he fixed his eyes on her.

“Natalia, I dare you say that again!” he growled.

She met his chilling gaze and knew she had struck a nerve. She was aware of her vulnerability before him, aware that even the smallest trick he used on her would require her to fight with all her might.

But she had to survive.

“People need to live, Hamilton, and I… I just want to live well.”

She didn’t want to keep getting hurt by him. She didn’t want to drown any longer in a hopeless

romance.

That was all.

She didn’t deny her feelings for Hamilton. But it was true; she no longer wanted to return to his side.

Hamilton reached out, his hand suddenly gripping her wrist. His face was a mask of frost, yet his fingers were gentle, caressing her skin tenderly.

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“Who do you plan to find. Natalia?” he asked softly, like a lover’s whisper.

on her wrist tightened abruptly as if

smile. “Anyone who can help is fine by me. After all, what we have is nothing more than a transaction. And if it’s just a transaction,

a low rumble, almost

remained unfazed, as still as a stagnant

sneered and grabbed her chin. “Do you really think someone will dare to make a deal with you?”

well–if Hamilton didn’t let go, nobody would dare to cross him for her

might have some beauty, but in the eyes of these men,

a trinket? But what other choice

If not in Silkwood City, then

her wrist tightened, her expression remained impassive.

laughed coldly.

find just any man than come back to me? Is

deny

laughter hollow. “Fine, Natalia. You chose this path. Just don’t

that, he made a phone call. Moments later, his

“Get this processed.”

unaware of the tension, took the

Fowler.” Natalia turned to leave, but Hamilton’s

react, his lips found

body stiffened, still aching from the previous night’s torment. But Hamilton didn’t go further; after a couple of kisses, he released

the

the property deed before her, Natalia felt a mix of emotions. She took a deep breath, picked up the deed, and headed

her rent an apartment a few days ago greeted her

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“Ms. Jenkins, with a house like this, why are you

him to find a buyer quickly.

price

thanked him,

apartment,

like to have

hesitating, she

had been somewhat fixated on Natalia. The Foreign Affairs Department wasn’t exactly short–staffed, but someone of Natalia’s caliber, capable of handling nearly all diplomatic translations, was a rarity indeed. Such a talent would be wasted if

at the Foreign Affairs Department was unlikely, but a partnership

arrived at the meeting spot, Ryan and

at the sight of her.

again,” he said, barely concealing his enthusiasm.

help but smile in response.

frowning. He had this nagging feeling

front of Collin, he didn’t

hand, was animated throughout. When it came to translation,