Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint 68

The Billionaire Who Claimed My Heart aand Who Broke Fate for Me 68 Summary

In Chapter 68 of “The Billionaire Who Claimed My Heart and Who Broke Fate for Me,” Elle finds herself in a vulnerable state after an emotional upheaval. As she tries to regain her composure, her friend Sophia provides quiet support, helping her through the remnants of her grief. However, their moment of solace is interrupted by Marissa, the last person Elle wants to see. The tension between Elle and Marissa escalates as Marissa desperately seeks a private conversation, revealing her unresolved feelings for Brad, Elle’s partner.

Marissa’s emotional plea takes a surprising turn when she kneels before Elle, asking for a month with Brad before her impending death. Elle feels a mix of disbelief and discomfort at Marissa’s request, struggling with the implications of giving Brad back to her. Marissa’s desperation and vulnerability shine through as she insists on her dying wish to reconnect with Brad, which forces Elle to confront her own insecurities about her relationship with him. Despite her initial resistance, Elle feels trapped and ultimately agrees to help Marissa meet Brad, believing that it might be the right thing to do.

As the chapter unfolds, Elle grapples with the painful realization that Brad still harbors feelings for Marissa. Marissa’s revelation about a call that pulled Brad away the night they were supposed to be together shatters Elle’s heart, leading her to question the depth of her own feelings for him. The emotional turmoil intensifies as Elle reflects on her past relationship with Jason, who abandoned her for wealth, and the complexities of her current situation with Brad. Despite her attempts to convince herself that she doesn’t love Brad, the feelings she has developed complicate her emotions further.

In a moment of resignation, Elle hands over the key card to her and Brad’s room to Marissa, signifying her internal struggle and sense of defeat. As she confides in Sophia about the situation, she expresses her confusion and pain, unsure of why her heart aches so much despite her claims of not loving Brad. Sophia’s understanding response highlights Elle’s emotional turmoil, and as the chapter concludes, Elle prepares to seek refuge in Sophia’s room, unable to face the reality of the situation with Brad and Marissa.

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**The Billionaire Who Claimed My Heart and Who Broke Fate for Me**
**Chapter 68**

**Elle’s POV**

I inhaled deeply, letting the air fill my lungs as I tried to regain my composure. The tears had finally ceased, yet the remnants of my emotional storm lingered, leaving my eyes swollen and my throat raw with unshed grief. In this moment of vulnerability, Sophia’s quiet presence was a balm to my frayed nerves—no hollow reassurances, just the comforting weight of someone willing to stand by me in my darkest hour.

“Are you ready to go?” Sophia asked softly, her hand gently rubbing small circles on my back, a soothing gesture that anchored me. “Let’s find a quiet place to sit and gather our thoughts.”

I nodded, a wave of gratitude washing over me for her unwavering support. “Yes, I think I’m alright now. Thank you for… just being here with me.”

As we turned to exit the hotel corridor, an all-too-familiar voice pierced the air behind us.

“Elle, wait for me!”

My heart sank, and my body tensed at the sound. Marissa. The last person I wanted to encounter at this moment.

Sophia must have sensed the shift in my demeanor, for she turned to face Marissa with a protective stance. Her eyes narrowed, assessing the situation with a fierce intensity. The tension between the two women was palpable, an unspoken animosity crackling in the air like static electricity.

“Elle,” Marissa said, her gaze fixed solely on me, ignoring Sophia entirely. “Can we talk? Privately?”

I felt the weight of her words, my gaze dropping to the floor as I struggled to meet her eyes. “I don’t think we have anything to discuss.”

“Please,” she implored, her voice tinged with desperation. “I’m sorry for what happened back there. I just… I couldn’t control myself.”

She stepped closer, lowering her voice to a whisper filled with pain. “Before you and Brad became mates, I loved him so deeply. I still do.”

My jaw tightened in disbelief. Was she truly attempting to rationalize the scene I had just witnessed?

“Elle, please,” she continued, her tone pleading. “Just a few minutes alone. I’m begging you.”

I remained silent, hoping my silence would convey my unwillingness to engage. But Marissa was nothing if not relentless.

“Look at me,” she urged, her voice cracking. “I only have a few months left to live. Can’t you spare me a moment? What are you afraid of?”

Sophia let out a disdainful snort, her protective instincts flaring. “Elle, let me take you somewhere to rest.”

Before I could respond, Marissa seized my arm, her grip firm yet desperate. “Elle, come with me.”

Sophia’s eyes flashed with a dangerous intensity at the contact, but I sighed in resignation, feeling trapped between my emotions and the weight of the situation.

“Fine,” I relented. “Let’s talk over there. I just want this to be over.”

Once we found a secluded corner, Marissa did something that caught me completely off guard. She sank to her knees before me, her expression earnest and vulnerable.

“What are you doing?” I gasped, instinctively reaching out to help her up. “Get up!”

“Elle…” Her eyes brimmed with tears, glistening like fragile glass. “I know what I’m about to ask is terrible. But I don’t have much time left.”

She grasped my hands tightly, her gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that made my heart race. “I don’t want to die with regrets! Brad Rayne was the love of my life!”

I recoiled slightly, uncomfortable with both her words and her position. “Marissa, please—”

“Since I’m going to die anyway,” she pressed on, her voice trembling with emotion, “could you… could you give Brad back to me? Just for a month?”

I froze, my mind racing as I struggled to comprehend her request. “What?”

“Just one month,” she pleaded, tears streaming down her cheeks like a river of sorrow. “I’ll only take him for one month! Then he’s all yours again!”

Shock coursed through me, and I felt my color drain away. “Brad isn’t an object to be passed around, Marissa.”

“I know, I know,” she nodded fervently, desperation etched into her features. “I just want to spend my last month remembering what we had together. I swear I won’t do anything inappropriate!”

Her words sliced through me, and I could sense her determination. “You and Brad don’t have any real feelings for each other! You said yourself you’re leaving after the baby is born!”

Each of her statements struck me like daggers, aimed directly at my deepest insecurities.

“I can’t live without him, Elle. This is my dying wish!” Her grip on my hands tightened, her plea echoing in my heart. “Just one month. Please!”

A chill enveloped me, confusion and hurt swirling within.

“You saw it yourself,” she continued relentlessly. “Brad hasn’t gotten over me. He’s only being nice to you because of the baby and his Alpha responsibilities!”

I closed my eyes, memories flooding back—how distant Brad had been lately, how he left after our moments of intimacy, how he seemed to radiate joy around Marissa.

“He was supposed to be my mate,” Marissa whispered, her voice a haunting melody. “You accidentally got pregnant and came between us!”

Her words rang with a painful truth. I was merely an unexpected twist in their story, a temporary disruption.

“Elle,” she gripped my arm tighter, desperation etched into her features. “Help me create a chance for us to meet. Brad is always surrounded by security and assistants. An outsider like me can’t get close.”

She looked up at me, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “I won’t bother you again after this!”

I stared at her in disbelief, struggling to wrap my mind around her request. “You want me to help you… meet him?”

“Yes! Please, Elle. You’re my only hope.”

Something inside me shattered as I processed her words. What did it matter anyway? It was clear that Brad still harbored feelings for her.

“Fine,” I said, my voice hollow and devoid of emotion. “Do whatever you want.”

Marissa’s expression brightened instantly, a glimmer of hope illuminating her features. “You mean it?”

“Brad isn’t mine to give or take,” I replied wearily. “If he still has feelings for you, who am I to stand in the way?”

“Tonight, I won’t return to our room,” I continued, feeling a profound emptiness within me. “I’ll stay with Sophia.”

I reached into my pocket and retrieved my key card, the weight of it heavy in my palm. “This is the room key. I’m sure you already know where our room is.”

Marissa took the card, her eyes gleaming with a mix of triumph and relief.

“Before I go,” she added, her expression shifting to one of mischief, “Brad told me that if it weren’t for your feelings, he would have wanted to be with me that night we last met.”

My heart shattered completely at her revelation. I suddenly recalled the late-night call that had pulled Brad away from me just days ago.

“That night he got a call and left…” I whispered, realization dawning on me. “Was that you?”

Marissa’s smile spoke volumes, confirming what I had dreaded to believe.

So he still loved her.

As she practically skipped away, Sophia approached, concern etched deeply into her features.

“What happened? What did she say to you?”

I looked at her, feeling utterly defeated and exposed. “Marissa and Brad were supposed to be together before I accidentally got pregnant.”

The words tumbled out, each one more painful than the last. “That night, Brad got into the wrong bed. The Rayne family had to accept me to ensure the baby would be born healthy.”

Sophia listened intently, her expression unreadable as I shared my turmoil.

“Marissa told me Brad confessed he’s never forgotten her,” I continued, my voice trembling. “She asked me to help them meet.”

“And?” Sophia prompted gently, urging me to reveal more.

I let out a hollow laugh, the sound devoid of joy. “I gave her the key card to our room.”

I looked up at Sophia, confusion and pain overwhelming my senses. “Why does my heart hurt so much? I don’t even love Brad.”

Memories of Jason, my ex-boyfriend who had abandoned me for wealth and status, flooded my mind. “Before becoming Brad’s mate, I had a boyfriend I loved deeply, even though he left me for money.”

Tears threatened to spill once more, a reminder of the emotional turmoil I was grappling with. I wasn’t supposed to have any feelings for Brad, right? We barely knew each other. But we had crossed a line that had irrevocably altered everything!

Sophia sighed softly, shaking her head in disbelief. “Oh, you little fool…”

I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, clearing my throat as I tried to regain my composure. “Sophia, after dinner tonight, I might need to stay in your room…”

“I can’t bear to see them…” I couldn’t finish the sentence, the weight of my emotions choking me.

Sophia nodded in understanding. “Alright.”

I attempted a smile, but it felt more like a grimace, a mask for the turmoil inside. “Thank you.”

Conclusion

In the aftermath of my encounter with Marissa, a profound sense of loss enveloped me, leaving me grappling with the shards of my emotions. I had willingly relinquished my claim on Brad, convinced that his heart still belonged to her. The weight of my decision felt unbearable, a heavy burden of betrayal against my own feelings. Yet, as I stood there with Sophia, her unwavering support a lifeline in my stormy sea of doubt, I began to confront the painful truth: my heart had been irrevocably touched by Brad. Despite my initial resolve, I couldn’t help but feel the sting of rejection, the haunting echo of Marissa’s words reverberating in my mind. It was a bitter reminder that love is never straightforward; it twists and turns, often leading us to places we never intended to go.

As I leaned on Sophia, I realized that this chapter of my life was not just about loss; it was also about resilience. I may have given Marissa the key to my heart’s greatest fear, but I was not without my own strength. The emotional turmoil I felt was a testament to the depth of my feelings, and perhaps it was time to embrace them rather than deny their existence. I resolved to face the uncertainty ahead, knowing that I had the support of those who truly cared for me. With each step away from the hotel corridor, I felt a flicker of hope igniting within me—a desire to reclaim my narrative, to explore what love could mean for me, even amidst the chaos. The journey ahead would be fraught with challenges, but I was ready to confront them, not just for myself, but for the love I had yet to fully understand.

What to Expect in Next Chapter?

**What to Expect in the Next Chapter?**

As the emotional fallout from Marissa’s desperate plea continues to reverberate in Elle’s heart, the next chapter promises to delve deeper into the tangled web of relationships that bind her to Brad and Marissa. With the weight of her decision to help Marissa looming over her, Elle must confront her own feelings and insecurities. Will she find the strength to stand firm in her newfound role, or will the shadows of Brad’s past threaten to engulf her? Expect intense moments of introspection as Elle grapples with the implications of her choice, leading to a powerful reckoning that could change everything.

Moreover, the tension between Elle and Brad is set to escalate as they navigate the aftermath of Marissa’s request. Will Brad’s unresolved feelings for Marissa complicate his relationship with Elle, or will he prove that his heart truly belongs to her? As the stakes rise, readers can anticipate a dramatic confrontation that will test the bonds of loyalty, love, and betrayal. With the clock ticking on Marissa’s wish, the chapter will unfold with heart-pounding urgency, leaving readers on the edge of their seats, eager to discover how fate will twist and turn for these three intertwined souls.