I Sold My Heart To Forget Them—Now They Beg Me To Remember novel Chapter 56

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 the kidnappers addressed him as “Mr. Hawthorne.

In that moment, despair swallowed me whole.

I longed for death–but Nathaniel was the one who lost his mind.

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 chung 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 stuee years in return?”

The icy rain lashed against his striking features.

He lifted his gaze, his dark eyes fathomimes, inciterent

When he didn’t answer, I took it as apreen

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I wasn’t some tax deve momentarily captances

to one in this world loved me 1 simply wanted to choose a family for myself

bod he he was bravitud enough, broken enough, alone enough

for three years, I pursued him. For three years, he remained cold

Like a provd, untamed cat, no matter how much I doeed on him, he remained dotat toge cessed his affect

It was. arvsing, in a way,

He didn’t love me, but at least, whenever I was in danger, he was always the first to appear and put me from the bri

That was enough.

Until the banquet where he met Isabella–my most hated steppen–ad fell for her at first

And thus began the greatest calamity of my life.

One day, Isabella ‘tripped after an argument with me.

The next, I was peshed down a flight of stairs, left with a severe concussion.

One day, my best friend, Megan Calloway disgusted by Isabella’s venomous act, made her drink a glass of wine as payba

The next, I was force–fed three pounds of hard liquor until my stomach ruptured

in just a few months, 1 endured relentless retaliation.

And behind it all was that lunatic heir of the Hawthorne family.

No one knew how Isabella had won his favor, but the entire city knew one thing–Nathaniel treasured her like a jewel. to one was allowed to so much as lay a finger on her..

Gradually, my friends vanished Even Megan began to distance herself

Mer final warning to me was–Stop provoking labella. If you don’t that madinan will destry ”

So what?

When Isabelts deliberately stuttered Catherius un to provoke me still beat her blocaty in public–crushing hake witched hands until the bones stacked

The next day. I was kidnapped hauled to an abated warehou, my tendons severed my binbe brok

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A misclick activated the speakerphone–and a chillingly familiar voice replied “Warm her. If the danes lay a finger

Isabella again, I’ll end her

Cold Cruel Unmistakably him.

I couldn’t believe it.

How could it be him?

Why him?

After delivering the warning the kidnappers tossed a phone at me. “Call whoever you want to save you Remembe

lesson.

To humiliate me further, they smeared the phone with a milky, foul–smelling liquid.

I didn’t move. I just lay there, staring blankly at their smug faces.

Ten minutes later, bored by my lack of reaction, they finally left.

Before the warehouse door closed, I overheard their final call, Mr. Hawthorne, she has the phone. You’re the one she trusts most–she’ll call you first, just like always…

The last flicker of hope in my heart died.

Nathaniel… was truly that deranged heir of the Hawthorne family.