Lahat ng Kabanata ng You Broke My Heart, Now Watch Me Rise : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

To The Rescue EAMON sat behind his desk, jacket discarded over the back of his chair, sleeves rolled neatly to his forearms. The afternoon light streamed in through the wide windows of his office, bathing everything in a calm glow that stood in sharp contrast to the chaos that had unfolded earlier.Little Evan was seated across from him on one of the leather chairs, legs swinging freely, hands animated as he spoke.“And then Mrs. Hale said my math was very good,” Evan said proudly. “She put a star on my paper.”Eamon smiled. A genuine almost fatherly smile.“A star? That is serious business.”Evan nodded solemnly. “Mm mm. Very serious.”They shared a quiet laugh.“And thank you,” Evan added suddenly. “For the gifts.”Eamon blinked. “The gifts?”“Yes,” Evan said, grinning. “The crayons. And the bag. And the shoes.”Eamon leaned back slightly, surprised. “How did you know I was the one who got them?”Evan laughed like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I saw it on my mommy

Power Dynamics BY the middle of the week, it was impossible not to notice.Again.Elena hadn’t even fully settled into her chair when Martha leaned over the partition, eyes bright with barely contained excitement.“Okay,” she whispered, glancing around, “tell me you noticed it too.”Elena kept her eyes on her monitor. “Noticed what?”Martha scoffed. “Please. Don’t play innocent.”Before Elena could respond, the glass doors at the far end of the floor opened.A hush fell.Eamon walked in.Not flanked by assistants. Not heading straight for the executive wing like he usually did.He walked directly onto their floor.Ifeanyi nearly choked on his coffee. “Is… is the CEO lost, again?”Darel didn’t even look up from his screen. “He doesn’t get lost.”Eamon stopped beside Elena’s desk.“Good morning,” he said calmly.She looked up, startled. “Good morning, Mr. Eamon.”“You left your blueprint in the conference room yesterday,” he said, placing it gently on her desk. “I thought you woul

Shadows and LightMARCUS’S laughter echoed in the dimly lit gambling lounge, clinking glasses and the roar of slot machines forming a chaotic symphony around him. Cigarette smoke curled lazily toward the low ceiling, and the scent of cheap whiskey filled the room. He leaned back in his chair, swirling the last drop of amber liquid in his glass, watching the dealer shuffle the cards with a bored precision.“Come on, come on!” he barked, slapping the table as the dice tumbled across the felt. Another loss. He slammed his palm against the table again, the sharp sound drawing a few curious glances from the surrounding gamblers.“Relax, Marcus,” one of the older men at the table said. “Luck is fickle tonight.”“I don’t need luck,” Marcus snapped, his voice rising. “I need cash. I need control. And damn it, I will get it!” He tossed another stack of bills onto the table. Another round. Another reckless bet.The dealer shrugged and dealt. Marcus’ hands shook slightly, not from fear, but from

The Knock She Didn’t ExpectELENA arrived at work Monday morning with a strange determination beating beneath her ribs. Instead of heading toward her modest office, she turned instinctively down the corridor that led to Eamon’s.She didn’t pause to question it.Her heels clicked softly against the tiled floor as she stopped in front of his office door. Adjusting her grip on her bag, she knocked.There was no answer.She frowned and knocked again, a little louder this time.Still nothing.Elena glanced at her wristwatch. It was already past eight-thirty. Eamon was never late— never. If anything, he was already buried in files and meetings by now.A faint unease crept in.She knocked a third time, waited, then hesitantly reached for the knob. It turned easily. The door clicked open.Elena stepped inside.And stopped short.Right there on his desk sat Eamon, very much present, very much alive, beside him, perched on a visitor’s chair, was Sara, the Human Resources Director, one of the yo

Settling THE house felt different minutes after that, and a lighter aura enveloped the livingroom.Elena sat on the couch, hands wrapped around a mug she hadn’t realized Eamon had poured for her. He sat across from her, not too close, not distant either, just present. The kind of presence that didn’t demand conversation but made space for it.For a while, neither of them spoke.Evan broke the silence first.“So,” he said from the rug, where he was arranging his toy cars in a crooked line, “are you really that powerful, Mr. Eamon?”Elena sucked in a breath. “Evan—”Eamon chuckled softly. “Depends,” he said, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “What do you think power is?”Evan frowned, considering. “Being able to stop bad people.”Eamon glanced at Elena before answering. “Then sometimes… yes.”Evan nodded, satisfied, and went back to his cars.Elena exhaled slowly. “He asks questions like that when he is trying to understand the world,” she said quietly. “It’s his w