Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 12

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

open. She took 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

a cold, mocking laugh. “Talk? About what? I’m not stupid. The company doesn’t forgive traitors. Do you

voice steady despite the fear in her eyes. “But someone else does. Mr. Brian

of hope in Maddox’s darkened eyes.

he ordered coldly, “Go tell him. Five minutes. If Brian isn’t here by

finally pulling in a

this is hard for you to accept, but listen to me—if you don’t stop now, you’ll only make things worse. Let me go

when it came to business. Even if Maddox got the

“Shut the fuck up!”

pulled

skin. His eyes darkened with vicious determination. “Try anything, and I’ll slice her

now!” Samira didn’t waste another

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

the perfect chance—how could she

work, with no way to trace it back

she was letting Samira

Mr. White in? I need to see him

not,” Tracy

of life and death.” Samira wasn’t easily deceived. As she spoke, she subtly craned her neck, trying to

serious? How

not here.

sharp tone dripped with irritation, but Samira

the only thing that mattered. And judging

of me. I’ll take my leave.” Her voice softened, her demeanor

her guard

second, Samira lunged forward, shoving Tracy aside and dashing toward the office. “Mr. White! I’m

immediately grabbed Samira, yanking

“Ms. Marsh is being held at knifepoint! Please,

the teleconference. The inner door swung open, and he

steel, cut through the

Samira stammered, her

“Take me there. Now.”

too.” Tracy stepped forward,

about to enter the

panic flaring. “What do we do? Maddox said

to see him try,” Brian

lighting, Tracy’s lips curved into the faintest

her voice gentle,

head. Rachel’s still in his hands. If we

“We’re

the lead, his strides

the stairs, Samira

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