The Billionaire Who Claimed My Heart aand Who Broke Fate for Me 66 Summary
In Chapter 66 of “The Billionaire Who Claimed My Heart and Who Broke Fate for Me,” the story unfolds through the perspectives of Brad and Elle. Brad is invigorated after an exhilarating golf game with Raymond Carter and suggests a swim at the Rayne family pool to cool off. As they change and head to the pool, Brad feels a sense of dominance and control, wanting Raymond to understand his alpha nature. He dives into the water, enjoying the primal freedom it brings, and soon finds himself in a competitive swimming race with Raymond.
The tension escalates when Brad unexpectedly encounters a female figure in the water. It turns out to be Marissa, who is unconscious and sinking. Reacting instinctively, Brad dives in to rescue her, pulling her to the surface and realizing she is not breathing. Panic and urgency fill him as he attempts to revive her with chest compressions, calling her name in desperation. Meanwhile, Elle, who is relaxing with Sophia, receives alarming news about an accident involving Brad and rushes to the pool area.
Upon arriving, Elle is shocked to see Brad desperately trying to save Marissa. A wave of panic washes over her as she recognizes Marissa and recalls her previous assurances of staying away from the golf club. Just as Marissa revives and clings to Brad, she expresses her feelings for him, questioning his commitment to Elle and suggesting that his bond with her is merely due to her pregnancy. This confrontation leaves Elle feeling devastated and betrayed, as Marissa’s words strike at her heart.
As Marissa clings to Brad, hoping to rekindle their past relationship, Brad’s silence speaks volumes, further complicating the emotional turmoil in the room. Unable to bear the scene any longer, Elle turns away, feeling numb and desperate to escape the painful reality unfolding before her. The chapter closes with Elle’s emotional turmoil, highlighting the tension between love, loyalty, and the threat of past relationships resurfacing.
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**Chapter 66**
**Brad’s POV**
The exhilarating rush of the golf game with Raymond Carter lingered in my veins, invigorating me as we strolled away from the eighteenth hole.
“Mr. Carter, I must say, you played exceptionally well today,” I remarked, my tone light yet sincere as we made our way toward the clubhouse. “How about a swim to cool off? The Rayne family pool is the perfect remedy after a long game.”
A smile flickered across Raymond’s face, carefully composed yet genuine. “I would be delighted, Mr. Rayne.”
We made our way to the changing rooms, where the attendants promptly handed us our swimming trunks. I changed swiftly, catching a glimpse of Raymond’s reaction as his eyes widened slightly at the sight of my physique. It was a natural response; after all, alpha werewolves were crafted by nature to be powerful and imposing—muscle-bound, strong, and undeniably dominant.
“This way,” I instructed, guiding him toward the exclusive pool area reserved solely for the Rayne family.
With a subtle wave of my hand, I signaled to the staff, and they promptly cleared the area. I wanted to ensure that our conversation remained undisturbed. This was my domain, and I needed Raymond to grasp that.
“Mr. Carter, you must understand that we wolves possess a unique affinity for water,” I said casually, rolling my shoulders to loosen up. “Would you mind if I took a few laps first?”
Raymond’s smile was calculating, his eyes glinting with a hint of challenge. “Not at all. It’s an honor to be invited to the Rayne family’s private pool.”
With that, I dove into the water, creating minimal splash as the cool liquid enveloped my heated skin. There was something primal about swimming; it reminded me of the exhilarating freedom I felt while running in my wolf form. I sliced through the water with powerful strokes, every muscle in my body working in perfect synchrony.
After a few laps, I noticed that Raymond had joined me in the pool. To my surprise, he was a strong swimmer for a human, his technique smooth and efficient. A competitive spark ignited within me. Without uttering a word, I quickened my pace, and he matched it effortlessly. Soon, we were racing across the pool, neither of us acknowledging the competition but both fully immersed in it.
I pushed myself harder, the water churning around me. My wolf relished the challenge, even against a human. Raymond kept up remarkably well, though I knew I could easily outpace him if I unleashed my full werewolf strength.
As we neared the far end of the pool for the third time, I sensed an anomaly beneath the surface—a disturbance in the water’s pattern. Before I could process it, something—or rather, someone—shot up directly in my path.
A female figure with golden hair burst forth from the depths, colliding forcefully with my chest. A shrill scream pierced the air before she went limp, her body rapidly sinking beneath the surface.
“Damn it!” I cursed internally. Who the hell was in my private pool?
Instincts honed by my alpha nature kicked in. Someone was in peril. Without a second thought, I dove beneath the surface.
The water was clear enough for me to see the unconscious woman drifting downward, her golden hair flowing around her like an ethereal halo. She was completely still, bubbles escaping her lips as she sank deeper toward the pool floor.
Recognition struck me like a lightning bolt. Marissa.
What on earth was she doing here? This area was supposed to be off-limits.
I swam toward her with urgency, powerful strokes propelling me through the water. Her face was pale, her eyes shut tight. Wrapping an arm around her waist, I kicked hard toward the surface, pulling her lifeless form against my chest.
As we broke through the water’s surface, I immediately checked for any signs of breathing. Nothing.
“Marissa?” I called out, genuine concern flooding my voice. Her lips had taken on a bluish hue.
Raymond swam over quickly, his expression alarmed as he helped me support her weight. “Is she breathing?” he asked, worry etched across his features.
I didn’t respond. Instead, I hoisted Marissa’s lifeless body out of the pool and laid her on the tiled edge. She wasn’t moving at all, but I could still faintly hear her heartbeat—weak, but present.
Without hesitation, I began chest compressions, working to expel the water from her lungs. “Marissa,” I urged again, tapping her face firmly. “Wake up!”
**Elle’s POV**
Sophia and I were lounging in the outdoor rest area, savoring a rare moment of tranquility when our conversation was abruptly interrupted. A staff member rushed toward us, his face flushed with urgency.
“Mrs. Rayne,” he gasped, breathless. “There’s been an accident. Mr. Rayne collided with someone in the swimming pool. Should you… would you like to check on him?”
My heart plummeted. “Brad? Is he hurt?” I asked, leaping to my feet.
“I don’t have all the details, ma’am. It just happened.”
I exchanged a quick, worried glance with Sophia, who nodded sharply. Without another moment to waste, we hurried toward the private pool area.
As we approached the pool doors, I could hear coughing and sputtering from inside. At least someone was alive. I pushed through the door, Sophia right behind me.
The scene that unfolded before me froze me in my tracks. Brad was kneeling beside a woman sprawled out on the pool deck. Her golden hair was plastered to her face and shoulders, water still cascading off her body. He was pressing down on her chest, his hands large and commanding against her ribcage.
I recognized her instantly. Marissa.
Panic surged through me. What on earth was Marissa doing here? Just yesterday, she had assured me she wouldn’t be near the golf club. She had specifically inquired about who would be attending and had declined my invitation. The shock of seeing her here, with Brad desperately trying to revive her, felt like a slap to the face.
As I stood there, frozen in disbelief, Marissa suddenly coughed up water, her body convulsing. Her eyes fluttered open, locking onto Brad’s.
“Brad?” she whispered, her voice weak yet somehow piercing through the tension in the room. “Is that you?”
Brad’s expression shifted from concern to something harder as their eyes met.
Before anyone could utter a word, Marissa threw her arms around Brad’s neck, clinging to him with desperation.
“Brad! Oh my god, I thought I was going to die!” she cried, her voice trembling with emotion.
I stood paralyzed in the doorway, unable to move or speak. Brad attempted to push her away, but she tightened her grip, pressing her wet body against his bare chest.
“Brad!” Marissa continued, her voice rising dramatically, “You still love me, right?” She pulled back slightly, her eyes locked onto his, but her words were clearly directed at me. “You’re only with her because of that baby. That’s the only reason you make her your mate, isn’t it?”
Each of her words struck me like a physical blow, sending shockwaves through my heart.
“Brad, I could see it in your eyes just now when you saved me. You still care about me, Brad. You can’t hide it!”
She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear, her voice low yet clear. “I get it, okay? It’s just your Alpha responsibilities and her pregnancy keeping us apart, right?”
Brad remained coldly silent, neither confirming nor denying her claims.
“I don’t have to be your mate, Brad,” she declared with fervor. “I love you! Just come back by my side!”
My entire body felt numb as she suddenly leaned in, attempting to press her lips against Brad’s.
I couldn’t bear to watch any longer. I turned away, my legs barely supporting me as I stumbled from the room. I heard Sophia call my name, her footsteps trailing behind me, but I couldn’t stop.
I needed to escape from everything.
Conclusion
In the aftermath of the chaos at the pool, the air was thick with unspoken emotions and unresolved tensions. Brad’s desperate attempts to save Marissa had ignited a firestorm of feelings within me, leaving me reeling from the implications of her sudden reappearance. As I watched her cling to him, her words slicing through the air like daggers, I felt the ground beneath me shift. The reality of our relationship, once so solid, now felt precarious, teetering on the edge of uncertainty. I had thought our bond was unbreakable, but Marissa’s declaration of love and her insinuation about my pregnancy cast a shadow over everything we had built together. In that moment, I was not just an observer; I was a participant in a painful drama that threatened to unravel the very fabric of our lives.
As I fled the scene, my heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing the turmoil within. I needed to find clarity amid the chaos, to understand where my heart truly lay. Brad had saved Marissa, but what did that mean for us? The mixture of fear and betrayal coursed through me, but I also felt a flicker of determination igniting within. I would not allow Marissa’s return to dictate the course of my life or my relationship with Brad. I had to confront my feelings, not just for him but for the future we had envisioned together. As I stepped outside into the cool air, I resolved to reclaim my strength, to fight for our love, and to face whatever challenges lay ahead—because love, after all, is worth fighting for.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
**What to Expect in the Next Chapter?**
As the tension escalates, the aftermath of Marissa’s dramatic reappearance will leave Brad and Elle grappling with their emotions. With Marissa’s desperate plea for Brad’s affection echoing in his ears, readers can expect a whirlwind of conflict as Brad faces the undeniable connection he once shared with her, and the new responsibilities he has embraced with Elle. Will he succumb to the familiarity of past love, or will he stand firm in his commitment to Elle and their unborn child? The stakes have never been higher, and the choices he makes in the wake of Marissa’s return will have lasting consequences.
Meanwhile, Elle’s heart-wrenching exit from the scene sets the stage for a deeper exploration of her feelings. As she grapples with jealousy, betrayal, and the fear of losing Brad, her character will be put to the test. Will she confront the truth of her relationship with Brad, or will she allow self-doubt to drive a wedge between them? The next chapter promises to delve into the emotional turmoil that both characters face, revealing their vulnerabilities and the strength of their bond. Expect unexpected revelations, heated confrontations, and a pivotal moment that could redefine their future together. The tension is palpable, and the next chapter will be a rollercoaster of emotions that no reader will want to miss!
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
