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!”

ready to

react to her own pain. “Maddox, don’t be reckless!”

what? I’m not stupid. The company

despite the fear in her eyes. “But someone else does. Mr. Brian White has

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

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

in a

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

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

“Shut the fuck up!”

warning, he pulled out a

against Rachel’s throat, its icy edge biting into her skin. His eyes darkened with vicious determination. “Try anything,

now!” Samira didn’t waste another second. She turned and bolted for the

on the door—only to come face-to-face with Tracy. Tracy, having already overheard the phone call, knew exactly

was the perfect chance—how could

no way to trace it

no way she

I

Tracy answered

easily deceived. As she spoke, she subtly craned her neck, trying to

serious? How dare you!” she

not here.

dripped with irritation,

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

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

her

and dashing toward

yanking

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

The inner door swung open, and he

cold as steel, cut through the tension.

a knife to her throat,” Samira stammered, her breath unsteady. “He said… he

“Take me there. Now.”

coming too.” Tracy stepped

as they were about to enter the elevator,

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

to see him try,” Brian

Tracy’s

Brian, her voice gentle,

don’t lose your head. Rachel’s still in his hands. If we panic, she’s the

didn’t hesitate. “We’re taking the

he took the lead,

hurried down the stairs, Samira

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