All Chapters of His Broken Angel : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

38 Chapters

1. She's Rose

The deafening din of the music did nothing to disturb a beautiful girl dressed entirely in black. She walked like a Victoria’s Secret model with blonde wig and lips painted a deep maroon. Her elegant, confident stride carried her toward the bar which already crowded with patrons at one of Portland’s nightclubs. She ordered a cocktail with a bored expression, then sat waiting, oblivious to the many pairs of eyes watching her. “Got a new target?” a brunette bartender asked, as he handed the girl her drink. The girl merely gave a crooked smile, with no intention of answering. She casually sipped a bit of the drink. Her left fingers tapped the bar counter in a steady rhythm, as if counting something. Just as her tapping reached the tenth count, the noisy chatter of several girls grew closer. She smiled crookedly again, looking satisfied with her prediction, which had never been wrong up to this point. “Oh, look at this clueless girl. She really has no shame.” Melanie, the blonde girl

2. Flirtatious Rose

Rose looked at her blood-stained hands. She wrinkled her nose in disgust, but then rolled her eyes in boredom. "Always such a hassle," she muttered irritably. "I told you I hate seeing blood. Why is he so annoying and stubborn?" She stepped over Albert’s battered body, wearing a look of disgust with one eyebrow raised. “I hate seeing all this.”She washed her hands at the sink in a hurry, not wanting to linger there. Her eyes met her reflection in the mirror. She clicked her tongue in annoyance. “I really hate this blonde hair. It makes my pretty face look like a bitch.”She splashed some water to wash away the blood on her forehead and cheeks while continuing to grumble. She’d have to fix her makeup after this. Once everything was clean, she hurried out of the restroom. That scene had completely ruined her mood. Her footsteps echoed in the narrow hallway leading to the club’s back door. There wasn’t a single person there; everyone was still engrossed in the action on the dance flo

3. Arsen Forbes

A 25-year-old young man was looking out at the row of high-rise buildings through the glass walls of his apartment on Northwest Park Avenue. The autumn chill didn’t make him shiver at all, even though he was currently wearing only a thin gray T-shirt. His gaze shifted to the polished wooden floor beneath him, reminding him of the struggle it took to rent this luxury apartment in the Pearl District. Working part-time at a restaurant after school, working as an oil refinery operator for three years after graduating high school, and most recently as an operations staff member at a software company for two years.He did all of that not because he couldn’t afford to go to college, but because he wanted to get far away from his father, who currently lives in Brooklyn, New York. Living like two strangers under one roof was absolutely not a good idea for him, no matter how much wealth his father possessed. Yet an hour ago, a call from the man he had long hated threw him into turmoil. The m

4. She's Disappeared

"I knew you’d be captivated by her too." Leo’s voice drew Arsen’s attention to the girl. "Who is she?" Arsen asked curiously. "Her name is Rose. She’s every man’s fantasy. But none of those men have ever felt her body," Leo explained, his gaze fixed on Rose. The girl sat at the bar counter, sipping a glass of tequila. Many men tried to approach her, but they immediately backed off in an orderly fashion the moment they were met with a sharp glare from those beautiful eyes. “Stupid men! Don’t they get it? If Rose is wearing all black, that means she’s just had a run-in with someone,” Leo muttered after he’d had his fill of watching Rose. Arsen furrowed his brow, growing even more curious. “What do you mean?” “Where have you been, buddy? She’s already famous among a lot of guys. You know, she’s put a few men in a coma. So don’t get involved with her if you don’t want to end up like them,” Leo replied in a low voice. Arsen furrowed his brow even more. How could a girl that beau

5. Messy Arsen

A week had passed since his encounter with Rose, yet Arsen still couldn’t forget her. Almost every night, he would visit his favorite bar or the places he’d once gone to with Rose, but he never managed to find her. Leo still hadn’t given him any news, and that made him anxious. It was as if she were a ghost who came and went as she pleased. He had once prayed silently, hoping to be reunited with Rose wherever she might be. But his prayer went unanswered.Perhaps he had committed many sins, so God was reluctant to grant his wish. Everyone who knew Arsen was shocked and puzzled by his disheveled and desperate appearance. After all, he had always looked neat and attractive before. “So, you’re here after all. I’ve been looking for you at our usual spots for ages, but here you are holed up in your apartment in such a pitiful state,” Leo said upon finding Arsen staring blankly at the flat-screen TV in front of him, which was still on.“Did you find her?” Arsen asked, ignoring Leo’s previo

6. She's Claire, Not Rose

Claire blinked, confused by the man’s words. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—I was just in a hurry to get to the café,” Claire said after snapping out of her bewilderment. She didn’t even know the man standing before her, so why was he acting as if he knew her so well? “Oh, my name isn’t Rose.” The man didn’t answer; instead, he simply walked away from Claire, who remained bewildered where she stood. The sound of her increasingly growling stomach snapped her back to reality, prompting her to hurry toward the café and ignore what had just happened.“Claire, did you just bump into Arsen? I heard people got all worked up when they saw you two acting like you were about to fight,” Josh asked as Claire sat down across from him, carrying a tray of food.“They’re overreacting. I wouldn’t dare fight a burly guy like him,” Claire replied nonchalantly, then dug into the Chicken Bento on her plate. “By the way, who is Arsen? How do you know him? Is he in the Criminal Justice division like us?”“N

7. She Looks Different

After seven hours of working at a restaurant that was always packed with customers, Claire was finally able to go home. She had no choice but to walk to her apartment, since public transportation had stopped running at this hour.Josh couldn’t give her a ride home tonight, and hailing a taxi—which had passed by several times—wasn’t a good idea, given her dire financial situation. Next time, she would bring her bike, just as Josh had suggested. Her feet kept moving along Southwest Highway, passing a church and a museum, then turning right into an area filled with tall trees. From here, her feet hesitated to move forward, and she finally stopped in front of another church. She frowned as she looked around. There were only tall trees and a building next to the church that looked very deserted and frightening to her. She began to waver about where to go, because this was the first time she had walked from her workplace to her apartment. Several times she kept glancing to the right and

8. Stay The Night

They chatted about many things, ranging from their college majors, hobbies, favorite movies, how Arsen had ended up in college late and eventually managed to open his own restaurant, to other trivial matters. Arsen felt that Claire was a pleasant person who could warm his heart. Her demeanor made him realize that not all girls were only concerned with wealth and trying to charm men. Claire acted normally toward him, treating him like a fun friend even though they had only met and gotten to know each other today.But still, Claire’s current change in attitude bothered him a little. It seemed impossible that the Claire from earlier that afternoon could be this relaxed and friendly while talking to him, considering how she had reacted earlier when faced with a long-haired stranger. But he did his best to hold back his curiosity. After all, they’d only just met today. It would feel presumptuous and inappropriate to suddenly demand an explanation from her about her change in attitude. He

9. Russian Man

“Huh? No, I don’t have a twin. I have a younger sister, but she doesn’t look like me. Why?” Claire asked, wiping her hands and turning to face Arsen. “Eh? Umm... no, it’s just...” Arsen paused for a moment, unsure of what to say. “I… I once saw someone who looked almost exactly like you. No. Not almost, but exactly like you. Her name is Rose. She’s from the Netherlands. Are you really from Spain?” Claire raised both her eyebrows. “Yes, I am from that country. Are you sure Rose looks exactly like me? Dutch and Spanish people clearly have very different physical features. She should look like a typical white American, right?”Arsen fell silent, acknowledging her point. Why had he only realized it now? Oh, of course. He’d been too focused on Rose’s intoxicating charm. Now Arsen was at a loss for what to ask next, as his confusion only deepened. “By the way, Rose is a nice name. It seems to mean a lot to you, judging by the distant look in your eyes when you said her name.” Claire ch

10. Getting Closer

"Claire, how come Arsen gave you a ride to campus earlier?" Josh asked with a suspicious look."Uh... well... earlier I... almost got pickpocketed. Yeah, that’s right, I almost got pickpocketed on the street. Luckily, Arsen was passing by and helped me, then he offered to drive me to campus,” Claire replied calmly to hide her nervousness.Josh’s eyes narrowed as he watched Claire awkwardly smooth her hair, which was still perfectly in place. “As far as I know, Arsen has never once given a ride to a stranger. Not even his ex-girlfriends were ever allowed inside his luxury car,” Josh replied, watching the change in Claire’s expression.“Huh? Really? Umm… maybe Arsen is just in a good mood today. Not everyone who looks bad is actually bad, right?” Claire said, then smiled. Josh didn’t let his suspicious gaze waver, making Claire feel awkward.“Umm… Josh, I have to get to class right away. Mr. Markley won’t be happy if one of his students is late. See you later,” Claire said, bidding hi

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