In Chapter 67 of “The Billionaire Who Claimed My Heart and Who Broke Fate for Me,” Brad is confronted by Marissa, who boldly attempts to kiss him. His incredulity at her audacity is palpable as he sarcastically questions how she gained access to him. Despite her initial confidence, Brad’s irritation leads him to physically push her away, asserting his boundaries. Marissa’s desperation becomes evident as she pleads for his attention, revealing that she entered with Elle’s help, which ignites a possessive fury in Brad.
As their conversation escalates, Marissa drops a bombshell about Elle’s true feelings, claiming that Elle is only with Brad because of the baby and that she plans to leave him afterward. This revelation stirs a whirlwind of emotions in Brad, mixing doubt and rage as he grapples with the implications of Marissa’s words. Marissa, emboldened by her claims, insists that she loves Brad and is willing to endure anything to be with him, even if it means raising his child with Elle. This manipulation pushes Brad to his breaking point, prompting him to reject Marissa and storm out, overwhelmed by conflicting thoughts.
Meanwhile, Elle experiences a personal crisis as she grapples with the painful image of Brad and Marissa together. Despite her understanding that her relationship with Brad is based on their arrangement regarding the baby, she cannot escape the emotional turmoil it brings. Tears threaten to spill as she reflects on her feelings of inadequacy and the fear of losing Brad to Marissa, a woman who seems to fit perfectly into his world. Elle’s internal struggle is compounded by her conversation with Sophia, who offers support but cannot provide the answers Elle desperately seeks.
As Elle confesses her feelings of helplessness and self-loathing, she reveals the depth of her emotional pain. The weight of her situation becomes unbearable, leading to a breakdown as she acknowledges Marissa’s love for Brad and her own perceived shortcomings as a human. Sophia’s quiet support provides a moment of solace amidst the chaos, allowing Elle to express her grief and confusion. The chapter closes with Elle’s emotional release, highlighting her vulnerability and the complexities of love, loyalty, and heartbreak in a world filled with expectations and unfulfilled desires.
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**The Billionaire Who Claimed My Heart and Who Broke Fate for Me**
**Chapter 67**
**Brad’s POV**
I found myself transfixed by Marissa’s face as she leaned in, her lips poised to meet mine. A cold, mocking smile crept onto my lips, a reflection of the incredulity I felt. The sheer audacity of this woman never ceased to astonish me.
“You really are quite the strategist, aren’t you?” I remarked, my voice laced with sarcasm. “Waiting for me here? Who on earth granted you access?”
Her eyes flickered momentarily, revealing a hint of uncertainty, yet she pressed on, her lips still reaching for mine, driven by a desperate determination that only served to repulse me further.
In a sudden surge of irritation, I seized her shoulders and yanked her away from me with a force that startled even myself. She stumbled backward, teetering dangerously close to the floor. I felt no sympathy. Standing tall, I noticed Alex arriving at just the right moment with my robe. I slipped it on with haste, securing the belt as Marissa scrambled to regain her composure.
“Get out,” I ordered, my tone as frigid as ice. “Return to wherever you came from.”
Turning my back on her, I was ready to leave this pathetic scene behind. I had reached my limit with her antics.
But then, in an unexpected move, I felt her arms encircle my waist from behind. Marissa had lunged at me, her grip surprisingly strong, as if her very existence depended on holding onto me.
“Brad, please,” she implored, her voice quivering with emotion. “Just hear me out first. I promise I’ll go after I say what I need to say!”
I stood rigid, refusing to turn around and face her.
“How do you think I got in here?” she continued, her desperation palpable. “I came with Elle! Do you honestly believe I could gain entry without her assistance? You know this place—who would let me in without Elle’s blessing?”
The moment she uttered Elle’s name, a dark, possessive urge surged within me. I slowly turned, gripping Marissa’s arm with enough force to elicit a wince from her.
“What did you just say?” I demanded, pulling her closer, searching her eyes for any sign of deceit. “Elle? Explain yourself. Now.”
Marissa’s eyes brimmed with tears, morphing her expression into one of wounded innocence. “Elle told me she’s only with you because of the baby,” she whispered, her voice a fragile thread.
My grip tightened instinctively. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“She knows we belong together, Brad,” Marissa pressed on, her confidence seemingly bolstered. “She told me she plans to leave after the baby is born. She said… she said she knows you still love me.”
Rage boiled within me, the veins in my forehead pulsing with fury. Elle had been orchestrating this?
“Elle said she’s just fulfilling her part of the deal,” Marissa continued, watching my reaction with keen interest. “She believes we should be together once the baby arrives. She even suggested I could help raise your child!”
“You’re lying,” I growled, but a seed of doubt had already taken root in my mind. Elle had been distant lately, retreating from me at every opportunity.
“Brad,” Marissa said softly, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I don’t know why Elle suddenly approached me, but that doesn’t matter. My love for you is genuine. I can’t live without you!”
She stepped closer, her hands gripping my arms with a fervor that sent conflicting emotions coursing through me. “Even if Elle humiliates me, what does it matter? As long as I can be with you again, I’ll endure anything she says or does!”
I stared at her, my mind a whirlwind of fury and confusion.
“Brad,” she whispered, “I’ll be whatever you need me to be. I’ll even wait for you and Elle to separate.”
My jaw clenched so tightly I thought my teeth might shatter.
“I promise I’ll love this child like my own,” she continued, delivering her final blow. “Elle entrusted both you and the baby to me, and I won’t let either of you down!”
That was it. I had reached my limit with this nonsense. With one forceful shove, I pushed Marissa away and stormed out of the room, my mind racing with tumultuous thoughts.
**Elle’s POV**
I stumbled forward, one hand instinctively cradling my slightly rounded belly.
The image of Marissa in Brad’s arms seared into my mind, a vision that burned behind my eyelids.
The realization struck me like a physical blow: seeing them together was a painful wound. It shouldn’t have affected me so deeply, but it did. My chest ached in a way I couldn’t articulate.
Why did my heart feel as if it were being squeezed in a vice? We were only together because of the baby. I had always been aware of that. This arrangement was temporary, a deal with a clear expiration date.
So why were tears threatening to spill from my eyes? Why did the thought of Brad with Marissa ignite a furious desire to scream?
I was so consumed by my thoughts that I didn’t hear Sophia calling my name until she grasped my wrist, pulling me back to reality.
“Elle, wait!” she exclaimed, slightly out of breath. When our gazes locked, her expression shifted from concern to something deeper, a silent understanding. “Elle…”
She fell silent, seemingly at a loss for words. I could see her grappling with the desire to comfort me but unsure of how to proceed.
Sophia’s grip on my wrist loosened. “I’m so sorry, Elle. I don’t understand how this happened. Brad seemed so devoted to you. I never thought he would—”
“It’s fine,” I interrupted, my voice hollow and devoid of emotion. “Brad and I are only together because of the baby. That’s our arrangement. Nothing more.”
I cast my gaze downward, unable to meet her eyes as I continued. “I could have refused their offer, you know. I could have said no to this entire situation.”
A bitter laugh escaped my lips, tinged with self-loathing. “You must think I’m pathetic. I sold myself to escape the human district. Trading one prison for another.”
“Don’t say that about yourself,” Sophia said gently, her voice a soothing balm. “Whatever your reasons, I’m sure you had no better options. No one makes these choices lightly.”
Something in her tone, the absence of judgment, shattered my last defenses. Words began to spill from my lips, unstoppable.
“I don’t know what to do anymore, Sophia,” I choked out, my voice breaking under the weight of my emotions. “Tell me what I should do. You saw them—Marissa and Brad—you saw…”
I couldn’t finish the sentence. My throat constricted as the tears I had been fighting finally broke free, cascading down my cheeks.
Sophia remained silent, moving closer, her hand rubbing small circles on my back. Her silent support fortified me, granting me the courage to continue.
“Marissa said she only has a year or two left. She and Brad were childhood sweethearts. They could have been together again if not for her condition,” I confessed, the words tumbling out between quiet sobs.
“She loves Brad,” I continued, my voice barely above a whisper. “And maybe he loves her too. They’re both werewolves. They make sense together. I’m just… I’m just a human who happened to get pregnant.”
I looked up at Sophia, my vision blurred by tears.
My voice cracked completely, and I covered my face with my hands, overwhelmed by the weight of it all.
“I can’t do this anymore, Sophia,” I sobbed, no longer caring who might witness my breakdown. “I just can’t. It hurts too much.”
All the pain, confusion, and loneliness I had been carrying erupted at once. Sophia didn’t offer empty platitudes or try to fix things. She simply stood beside me, her hand steady on my back, allowing me to cry.
Conclusion
In the aftermath of the emotional turmoil, both Brad and Elle found themselves at a crossroads, their hearts heavy with the weight of unspoken truths and unresolved feelings. For Brad, the confrontation with Marissa had shattered the fragile foundation of his relationship with Elle, igniting a tempest of anger and confusion. The revelation that Elle might have orchestrated a connection with Marissa twisted his sense of loyalty and love, leaving him grappling with a painful choice between the past and the present. As he stormed out, the realization that he had been manipulated left a bitter taste, but deep down, a flicker of doubt lingered—could he truly let go of the bond he once shared with Marissa, or was he destined to repeat the mistakes of the past?
Meanwhile, Elle’s heartache was palpable, the vision of Brad with Marissa cutting deeper than any physical wound. As tears streamed down her face, she confronted the painful reality of her situation—a temporary arrangement that had morphed into something far more complex. The raw vulnerability she displayed in front of Sophia marked a pivotal moment of self-reflection. The love she felt for Brad, once simple and uncomplicated, had become entangled with fear and insecurity, leaving her questioning her worth. In that moment of despair, surrounded by the warmth of a true friend, Elle began to understand that her journey was not solely defined by her relationship with Brad, but also by her own strength and resilience. As the chapter closed, both characters stood on the precipice of transformation, ready to confront the choices that lay ahead, each holding the potential for redemption and a deeper understanding of love.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
**What to Expect in Next Chapter?**
As the tension escalates between Brad and Marissa, the stakes are higher than ever. With Marissa’s shocking revelations about Elle’s intentions, Brad finds himself caught in a whirlwind of emotions, battling his lingering feelings for his childhood love while grappling with the impending arrival of his child. The next chapter promises to delve deeper into this emotional turmoil, as Brad must confront the truth behind Marissa’s claims and the implications they hold for his relationship with Elle. Will he succumb to the past, or will he fight to forge a new path with Elle, despite the chaos surrounding them?
Meanwhile, Elle’s heartache and confusion will take center stage as she navigates the fallout from witnessing Brad and Marissa together. With her feelings for Brad becoming increasingly complicated, the reader can expect an exploration of her inner conflict. Will she find the strength to confront her insecurities and reclaim her agency in this tumultuous love triangle? The next chapter will undoubtedly reveal pivotal moments that will challenge both characters to make choices that could alter the course of their lives forever. As secrets unravel and loyalties are tested, the anticipation builds—how will their intertwined fates ultimately play out?
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.
