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He Broke My Spirit, I Soared

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 1096    |    Released on: 23/04/2026

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instantly severing the warm, golden light of the hallway. For three years, this door had been my boundary

was just

pped around me, a protective shell I had built back in my boarding school d

ed lines. Jax's money. Jax's cage. I let my eyes sweep over the silk and leather, feeling absolutely nothing. My mother had always warned

as handle of a battered, black suitcase. I dragged it out. The wheels squeaked. It was the exact same suitcase

tared back at me. Every time Jax crossed a line, every time he let Catalina humiliate me, a new velvet box would

out a pair of scuffed, pink ballet shoes. The ribbons were frayed. I traced the worn toe block with my thumb. I had give

alm. It was the secondary card linked to his corporate account. The leash. I pinched the plastic between my thumbna

led out a cheap, prepaid burner phone.

n the first ri

rying over the sound of the rain hitting the

s been moved to the offshore account," she said.

, Mom," I

shoulders. The chronic tension at the base of my neck simply evapora

with white lilies. Jax's men had delivered them yesterday. White lilies. Cata

felt like a shackle cutting off my circulation. I grabbed the massive st

nightstand. I just opened

beneath its weight, before sliding down into the center of the ar

per shut. The metal teeth locked together with a

gos. No designer tags. I pulled a black baseball cap low over my face. I knew exactly w

moving silently down the servant corridors. I bypassed the

f wet asphalt and lake water. It shocked my lungs, waking me up. I stepped onto the wet

s in the freezing r

lder, right where I had paid cash to reserve

nd, miss?"

aid softly, keep

air freshener and stale cigarette smoke. It was the most disgusting, bea

he driver asked, glancing

" I s

turned my head and looked out the window. The jagged, glowing skyline of Chicago was shrinking. The massive

oors of O'Hare. I pulled a California driver's lice

Eleanor," the agent s

over the speakers. I looked at the dark windows, picturing Jax's face when he walked i

by. "Would you like a beve

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He Broke My Spirit, I Soared
He Broke My Spirit, I Soared
“I was the fiancée of the Chicago Outfit's heir, a bond sealed by blood and eighteen years of history. But when his mistress pushed me into the freezing pool at our engagement gala, Jax didn't swim toward me. He swam past me. He scooped up the girl who pushed me, cradling her like fragile glass, while I struggled against the weight of my gown in the murky water. When I finally dragged myself out, shivering and humiliated before the entire underworld, Jax didn't offer a hand. He offered a scowl. "You're making a scene, Eliana. Go home." Later, when that same mistress shoved me down the stairs, shattering my knee and my dance career, Jax stepped over my broken body to comfort her. I overheard him telling his friends, "I'm just breaking her spirit. She needs to learn she's property, not a partner. Once she's desperate enough, she'll be the perfect obedient wife." He thought I was a dog that would always return to its master. He thought he could starve me of affection until I begged for scraps. He was wrong. While he was busy playing protector to his mistress, I wasn't crying in my room. I was packing his ring into a cardboard box. I cancelled my transfer to UCLA and enrolled at NYU instead. By the time Jax realized his "property" was missing, I was already in New York, standing next to a man who looked at me like a queen, not a possession.”