Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 112

Chapter 112:

When consciousness returned, every muscle in Rachel’s body ached with a sweet soreness. The events of the previous night existed only as hazy fragments in her mind, refusing to form a complete picture.

Glancing down, she discovered the evidence of their passion painted across her neck in tender bruises. Her face flushed crimson as she realized the marks weren’t confined to her neck alone—they traced a telling path across her entire body, each one a reminder of his ardent attention. The sight proved too much to bear. Mortification washed over her in waves.

Only one truth remained crystal clear in her mind: the man who had claimed her so thoroughly had been Brian.

The question of how they would face each other now loomed large in her thoughts. Rationality suggested maintaining composure. After hastily dressing, Rachel made for the door with swift determination, unwilling to linger in this charged atmosphere.

Just as her fingers brushed the handle, strong arms encircled her from behind. Brian’s embrace claimed her waist with practiced familiarity, his body pressing against hers in a way that spoke of intimacy and possession.

Though he remained silent, his hold conveyed volumes about his intentions. Her voice faltered as words failed her completely.

eternal moment of mental scrambling, she managed to piece together a weak excuse. “I need to eat something,

“Hungry?” Playful suggestion colored his tone as joy danced beneath his words. “It seems I failed to wear you out last night. You still have the energy to walk now.

before he could continue. She turned to face

source of stories:

pleading…” Once again, her hand rushed to silence his lips as her

last night. I must have been

Brian’s expression. “Do you truly believe a simple apology can compensate for all my devoted

his warm breath sent shivers down her spine. “Rachel,” he murmured against her flesh, “everything in this world comes at a price. As a businessman, I ensure every decision yields favorable results. Losses

Rachel’s conscience. “Then… what would you

anger toward me. Return home.

had led her to

to collect you when