Requiem of A Broken Heart

ame a low, commanding whisper, t

ressing need. Despite the rush of the moment, she managed to gather herself, lifting her head just enough to speak. "What

e hesitation was fleeting. He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear, and replied in a

ried soon," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "Your parents have been t

ys dreamed of, but his cold, unyielding deme

nodding slowly. "Alright.

etween them was easing. But before he could speak, his p

answered. "Brian, I'm so sorry to bother you so late... I tripped

he could finish, Brian interrupted, his voice fir

and Rachel. If this is a bad time, I

ured her, his voice soft and s

, couldn't suppress the bitter l

their bodies close, and the intimacy between them was undenia

about exceptions, about bending every rule for one person, and that person would never be her. Brian's attention, care, and love were all given

s soft fabric enveloping her slender frame. His han

" he said, his voice unusua

sing the warmth that had lingered between them. Rac

hed tightly, her bod

apped. She stepped forward with desperation,

htly, her voice soft but trembling. "S

ted only a second. He quickly regained his composure and gently stroked her hair, his voic

and glistening with unshed tears. She bit her lip s

still resolute. "You've always been un

want to be understanding. S

ghtening as she looked up at him, d

ice turning colder. "Listen,

, her heart pounding,

ps pressing into a thin line. With a firm grip, he pried her finger

a soft, bitter laugh, almost mocking her vulnerability. Slowly, she released her grip,

s tone clipped, as he turned and wa

ay to comfort a child. Tracy had called him countless times

he one who had always held the key to his heart, the one he cherished deeply, the woman he couldn't let go of, the one whose memory would never fade. She was

le to cleanse the heaviness in her chest. When she finally crawled into bed, the sheets felt cold and unwelcoming. No matter how she tossed and turned, t

ing of her phone. Groggily, she picked it up and saw the n

e was as cold and clinical as ever. "Three mo

calling to consult; she

nued, her tone clipped. "Although my family is wealthy, we're not

"Okay, I'll let my dad know. Don't wo

g laugh echoed on the other end of the lin

w better than anyone that even if she asked for money, it would end up in the hands

on boiling over. "You're poor, low-class, and utterly unremarkable. If it hadn't been for

er lips, tinged with sadness. Her engagement to Brian felt like a dream, one she c

igh society. But it was all a ruse; they ended up at the White family estate. There, Rachel was pushed i

led her close, his strong arms carrying her to safety, saving her from the icy grip of death. When she finally opened her eyes, all she saw

fe, unknowingly became the man who captured her heart. In gratitude for the life he had g

A moment later, the bedroom door creaked open. Brian stood there,

was clear where he had spent the night, taking care of Tracy again. He had promised t

ivious to her unease, pulled her into his arms with a firm hand. His cold lips

f another woman's perfume clinging to him or the bright, unmistakable lipstick mark

was soft but steady as she finally looked

hinking?" he murmured, his voice low and reassuring. "Tracy

m, her heart heavy with unanswered questions. Slowly, her voice brea