Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 12

Chapter 12:

Rachel wanted to speak, but her face had turned a deep, suffocating red. She could barely draw in a breath.

Maddox’s voice was a furious snarl. “Bitch! You forgive everyone else, but you’re determined to ruin me. I gave you a chance—you threw it away. Fine. If that’s how you want it, don’t blame me for what happens next. You brought this on yourself.”

Rachel’s vision blurred as her lungs burned for air. Her body felt weightless, and consciousness slipped from her grasp.

But in that moment of desperation, her gaze landed on her phone.

The call to Brian hadn’t disconnected.

With the last of her strength, she reached out, her fingers trembling, and forced out a strangled whisper. “Brian… save me…”

On the other end, voices stirred.

Tracy’s light, casual tone broke through. “Brian, your phone rang. I picked up for you—hope you don’t mind.”

“Who was it?” Brian asked, sounding disinterested.

“Rachel. Probably work-related.”

Annoyance flickered across his face. Lately, all their conversations seemed to revolve around work. He wasn’t in the mood.

“I accidentally hung up. Maybe you should call her back,” Tracy said breezily.

But Brian’s phone was still connected.

Rachel knew that Tracy had intentionally let her overhear their conversation.

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It was a deliberate move meant to drive a wedge.

And it worked.

Brian’s voice came through, indifferent. “Forget it. If it’s important, she’ll call again.” Since it was just work, he figured Rachel would eventually reach out. “Okay.”

With a bright, sweet smile, Tracy ended the call and handed the phone back to Brian.

Rachel closed her eyes. A quiet, crushing despair filled her chest.

A single tear slipped down her cheek.

She stopped struggling. Maddox wasn’t going to let her go.

“Rachel, go to hell!”

tightened, ready to end

in the scene, blood still dripping down her face, but there was no time to react to her own pain. “Maddox, don’t be reckless!” she shouted. “We can talk this through. You’re not desperate for money, right? We can

About what? I’m not stupid. The company doesn’t

Samira said quickly, her voice steady despite the fear in her eyes. “But someone else does. Mr. Brian White has that

sparked a flicker of hope in Maddox’s darkened eyes. His

coldly, “Go tell him. Five

finally pulling in a lungful

you to accept, but listen to me—if you don’t stop now, you’ll only

to business. Even if Maddox got the upper hand today, Brian

“Shut the fuck up!”

he pulled out

Rachel’s throat, its icy edge biting into her skin. His eyes darkened with vicious

didn’t waste another

Tracy. Tracy, having already overheard the phone call, knew

was the perfect chance—how could she let it go to

die right here at work, with no way to trace it back to her,

she was letting Samira

I need to see

not,” Tracy

easily deceived. As she spoke, she subtly craned her neck, trying to get a glimpse inside the office. Tracy’s

serious? How dare

not here. Can’t you

irritation, but Samira

Rachel was the only thing that mattered. And judging by Tracy’s reaction, Brian was definitely

I’ll take my

let her

toward the office. “Mr. White! I’m Rachel

Samira, yanking

Marsh is being held at knifepoint!

she was about to be thrown out, Brian ended the teleconference. The inner door swung open, and he strode out, his tall frame casting

cut through the tension. “Say

to her throat,” Samira stammered, her breath unsteady. “He said… he wants to see

“Take me there. Now.”

too.” Tracy stepped forward, determined to

just as they were about to enter the

gasped, her panic flaring. “What do we do? Maddox said he’d only wait five minutes—if

Brian growled, his

Tracy’s lips curved into the

turned to Brian, her voice gentle, almost

his hands. If we panic,

“We’re taking the

the lead, his strides purposeful and

the stairs, Samira quickly filled him in on