Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 1171:

Shelly’s tears spilled over, her hands wringing together.

“You have to help me! Spare me, please, for old times’ sake!”

She searched his face, her voice cracking.

“I know I messed up. I swear I will never do it again. My endorsements are gone—I cannot survive this! You know how much reputation matters for models. Give me one more chance…”

Norton’s stare was unrelenting, cold as winter stone.

“I warned you before, Shelly. Target Yvonne again, harm her in any way, and I would not let it pass. This mess is your own doing. Begging changes nothing.”

Norton’s mind churned with memories of Yvonne’s pain, the sleepless nights she had endured because of Shelly’s schemes. This punishment was too light.

He waved a hand at the servants.

“Get her out.”

a sobbing

eyes on the TV, but her ears caught every word. Her breath hitched when Norton’s sharp words to Shelly sliced through

edges of right and wrong with his usual

until it curved her lips

gaze softened as he caught her expression. With a low chuckle, he reached out, his fingers tousling her hair in a playful, familiar

you

quirked into a

episode’s plot twist?

words danced with mischief as she let her hand drift toward his, her fingertips brushing lightly

did. His hand closed around hers, their fingers intertwining with an ease that

he tugged her into his embrace. His

it’s keeping you this hooked, don’t stop

nod brushing

quiet moment, she pulled back just enough to meet