Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Chapter 19:

Rachel ignored the message and dialed Yvonne’s number.

Moments later, a location pin popped up on her screen.

Yvonne’s voice came through, steady and reassuring. “Rachel, just stay at my place for now.”

This apartment was one Yvonne had bought before her marriage—Norton didn’t even know it existed.

When Rachel arrived, suitcase in hand, she was genuinely taken aback.

The space wasn’t huge, but it had everything she could possibly need.

After a hot shower, just as she was toweling off her hair, the doorbell rang.

Rachel opened it to find Yvonne standing outside. Her brows lifted in surprise. “What are you doing here? Did Norton seriously let you out this late?”

Yvonne strolled in and sank onto the couch. “He just flew abroad. Not that it makes a difference. We barely see each other as it is.”

She waved a dismissive hand. “Enough about me—there’s nothing new to say. Let’s talk about you. Are you really planning to stay tangled up with Brian White? He’s unreliable.”

Rachel lowered her gaze. “I already suggested we break up. He refused.”

Yvonne leaned in, her tone pointed. “Do you still love him?”

Rachel’s eyes drifted to the neon lights flickering outside the window. A deep sigh escaped her lips. “I wish I didn’t.”

Yvonne scooted closer, her voice softening.

“Yeah… loving someone is such a pain. You end up turning into someone you barely recognize.”

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She let out a bitter laugh. “I can’t stand Norton, and I hate what I’ve become around him. Men are all the same—no good.”

Grumbling under her breath, she marched to the fridge and yanked out a pack of beer.

She popped the cap off one bottle and tossed another to Rachel.

“Cheers! Tonight, we forget everything and drink until we drop.”

Rachel clinked her bottle against Yvonne’s and took a long, burning sip, finishing half in one go.

Two bottles later, both were tipsy, their laughter echoing in the small apartment. Yvonne was the first to crash, slumping over the couch in a deep sleep.

At midnight, Brian was lying in bed when he called Rachel.

She hesitated, not wanting to pick up, but her hand fumbled, and before she knew it, the call connected.

“Where are you?” His voice came sharp, demanding.

out a breathy giggle, her cheeks warm from the alcohol. “Shh… it’s a secret hideout. Can’t tell you,

instantly, his

“You’ve been drinking?”

the hell was she with at

I’m telling you right now—give me your location.

the call

many times he

of his phone, dragged

how many calls they made, Rachel was nowhere to be

his presence radiating a warning that kept everyone at

up, his voice cautious. “There’s actually one place

flicked toward him.

swallowed. “Your

idea instantly. “She wouldn’t

had always been considerate toward his grandparents. There was no way she’d show up in the middle of

restless, Brian pulled out his phone and dialed

“No. Still adjusting

“Rachel’s missing,” Brian said.

him? Before he could ask,

every reason to believe

you check

and your

you sure?”

checked personally,” Brian

exhaled through his nose. “She owns an apartment. I’ll

minutes later, Brian

inside, the scent of alcohol lingered in the air, and

His gaze darkened.

he strode toward

warm light over Rachel’s delicate features. She lay

bent down, sliding

against him, her warmth

Brian

waking her, he laid her beside

reaching out—only to find the

phone and dialed

you know about this place? Did you

a cold snort. “Is there anything you do that I

was no longer safe. Yvonne made up her mind—she would sell it and find

through the curtains, Rachel’s eyelids fluttered open. Her vision focused, and her breath hitched. Something wasn’t

This room—this bed—

It was Brian’s villa!

she had fallen asleep at

voice

suspicion flashing in

against the headboard, watching her with an unreadable gaze. “I have my ways. But Rachel, throwing a fit once is tolerable. Twice, and it

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