Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 682:

Her vision swam, but through the haze, she spotted a figure rushing toward her—one she knew all too well.

The moment Brian saw her, he sprinted forward, his voice urgent. “Rachel!” But before he could take another step, a group of men ambushed him from behind, swinging heavy iron rods straight at him.

The brutal blows crashed into his back, his chest, his legs—one after another, relentless and merciless.

Rachel tried to scream, to warn him, but all she could do was shake her head frantically, begging him with her eyes to run.

Tracy’s goal was obvious—blinded by her twisted love and thirst for revenge, she wanted them both dead.

Rachel knew her days were already numbered. Her illness had made sure of that.

But Brian? He still had a future. A life waiting for him beyond this nightmare. No matter how much he had hurt her, she didn’t want him to die here. She wanted him to survive.

to watch him die—not like this, not in

no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t make

stop until Brian was drenched in his own blood,

pain wracked his body, he forced his gaze

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let anything happen

but Neal wasn’t done—if anything, her

iron rod, raised it high, and brought it crashing down

instant—Brian coughed up a mouthful of

was unyielding, trapping her in place.

tough guy act, Brian White? Weren’t you the one trying to lock me away for life? Well, today, you’ll learn what real fear feels like. Anyone who

rod once