Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 786:

Samira’s voice broke as she finished. Her whole body trembled as she sobbed uncontrollably.

Rachel pulled her into a tight embrace, her own heart aching with pain. “Samira, I’m so sorry. I promised to look out for you like a sister, but I failed you. That won’t happen again. From now on, I’ll protect you, no matter what.”noveldrama

Samira shook her head. “No, Rachel. This was my fate to bear. I can’t blame anyone but myself.”

“It doesn’t matter now. You’re back, and that’s all that matters. No more pain, no more fear. From here on out, things will only get better for us.” Rachel gently brushed away the tears clinging to Samira’s face.

Samira met her gaze, guilt twisting in her chest. “I’m sorry, Rachel. I lied to you. But I swear, it’ll be the only lie I ever tell. From this moment on, I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you,” she murmured inwardly.

These words, she etched into her heart.

Yes, she had lied.

It hadn’t been the police who saved her. It was Brian.

Brian had not only pulled her out of that nightmare but had made sure the man who tormented her would never walk free again. A life sentence. That was what he got.

For the first time in years, she didn’t have to live in fear, dreading the day he might return to destroy her all over again.

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As for those photos—Brian and the police had torn the place apart, searching every inch, but found nothing. Later, when the man finally broke down and begged for mercy, he confessed the truth.

There were no photos. There never had been. It was all a lie—nothing but an empty threat meant to control her.

It was absurd—a cruel joke that had nearly cost Samira her life. The photos had never existed, just an elaborate scam, yet the fear had been real.

But while the blackmail was a lie, the debts were not.

The scoundrel had used her name, her ID, to take out loans, leaving her drowning in financial ruin. And Brian—he had been the one to pull her out, settling every last one.

She still remembered that day, the moment the handcuffs clicked shut. The sun had been warm on her skin, the air crisp and new, as if the world itself was telling her she was free.

Brian had turned to her then and asked, “Is there anything else you wish for?”

Samira had shaken her head, her voice steady. “No, thank you. I’ll repay every cent of those loans. I don’t take this kindness lightly. Rachel isn’t with us anymore, but you still helped me… I don’t know how to thank you enough.”

“She’s alive.” Brian’s gaze had darkened, his eyes fixed on the view outside.

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