He Broke My Bones I Broke His Soul novel Chapter 1

He was the bodyguard I picked up off the streets.

But he fell for my stepsister—the one I hated most.

He didn’t love me, but whenever I was in danger, he always showed up.

That was enough.

What I didn’t know?

He was the ruthless heir to a powerful family.

A complete psychopath.

Anyone who crossed him paid in blood.

And my stepsister? He treated her like a princess.

After she smashed my mother’s urn, I broke her hand in public.

The next day, he had me thrown into a dark room.

They shattered my limbs. Cut my tendons.

With my last strength, I begged my bodyguard to save me.

That’s when I found out—he was the one who ordered it!

I begged to die.

But he fell apart instead……

#####Chapter 1

The heir of the Hawthorne family, Nathaniel Hawthorne was a madman.

Anyone who crossed him would face his ruthless vengeance.

Unfortunately, the stepsister Isabella Montgomery I despised most was the very person he cherished.

One day, she deliberately smashed my mother, Catherine Sinclair’s ashes, and I broke her arm in public.

The next day, Mr. Hawthorne had me dragged into a dark room, my limbs shattered, my tendons severed.

With my last ounce of strength, I called out to the bodyguard I trusted most.

But they addressed him as "Mr. Hawthorne."

In that moment, despair swallowed me whole.

I beg to die—But he fell apart instead……

***

I picked Nathaniel up off the streets.

That day, a storm raged as he was cornered in an alley by a mob.

Leaning against the car window, I watched with detached amusement as he fought for survival in the downpour.

His movements were mesmerizing—each punch, each kick, executed with lethal grace. His drenched shirt clung to his perfectly sculpted muscles, droplets of water dancing along his skin like scattered pearls.

Even when blood streamed down his face from a vicious blow, the crimson only accentuated his beauty—sharp, tragic, like a masterpiece designed to pierce the soul.

Outnumbered, he was eventually beaten down.

Only after he lay battered, ribs broken, did I finally step out of the car and call the police.

The thugs scattered.

I reached out to him. "I saved your life. Will you protect me for three years in return?"

The icy rain lashed against his striking features.

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