He Broke My Bones I Broke His Soul novel Chapter 10

Chapter 9 In the days that followed, I stopped asking Nathaniel to do anything for me—I didn’t even call his name anymore.

In the past, he used to complain that I’d summon him for the smallest things, even making him hand-feed me fruit from a tray that was already within reach.

Now that I no longer bothered him, though, he seemed… unhappy.

When I prepared to leave the house without calling for him, he finally couldn’t take it anymore.

He gripped the handles of my wheelchair, his eyes burning like molten rock. "Two more weeks."

"Fine." I didn’t hesitate in the slightest.

He visibly relaxed, then bent down to lift me into the car.

His familiar scent enveloped me.

Every time he had rescued me in the past, he’d carried me just like this, wrapping me in that same comforting smell.

I used to lean into him, greedy for that warmth.

But now, that scent only reminded me of my own stupidity—of the terror and despair in that pitch-black room, of my shattered limbs, of my ruined hands that would never heal again…

My body trembled uncontrollably, and I turned my face away, wanting to put as much distance between us as possible.

Sensing my reaction, Nathaniel felt an inexplicable emotion surge within him.

Of course Emily still couldn’t let him go.

She was just like before—shaking with nervousness whenever they touched.

The corner of his mouth lifted in an imperceptible smirk.

"Where do you want to go today?"

"The bank. You want me to apologize to her, don’t you? I’ll need a decent gift for that."

His reflection in the rearview mirror brightened slightly, pleased by my compliance.

I stared out the window, refusing to spare him another glance.

Chapter 10 I spotted the familiar car the moment I arrived at the bank.

Last year, on my birthday—after winning a prestigious jewelry design award—I had fallen in love with this limited-edition supercar, the only one of its kind tailored for women in the country.

But my own brother had snatched it up first, gifting it to Isabella instead.

Since then, the car had become yet another trophy in her collection of victories over me.

Everything I loved, Isabella took—the car, and now, even Nathaniel.

After finishing my business in the VIP lounge, I caught sight of her in another private room. She was holding a jewelry case, basking in the staff’s fawning compliments as she "modestly" showed off each piece. "It’s my birthday tomorrow, and Benjamin told me to pick a few pieces to wear. Which one do you think suits me best?"

Those jewels were part of Catherine’s inheritance to him—now reduced to tools for pleasing the very person who had destroyed our family.

Rage burned in my chest.

Nathaniel glanced over too, his gaze softening.

"Not going to say hello?" I mocked.

He straightened. "I told you I’d stay by your side to protect you."

I didn’t bother responding.

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