Broken

Broken Chrystal Miller Dark Dreams Romance Copyright Copyright ©2022 by Chrystal Miller Cover Art By Sophia Bacting All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. Contents Trigger Warning Dedication . Chapter Prologue 1. Sinclair 2. Sinclair 3. Sinclair 4. Sinclair 5. Sinclair 6. Sinclair 7. Sinclair 8. Kai 9. Sinclair 10. Sinclair 11. Kai 12. Sinclair 13. Sinclair 14. Sinclair 15. Sinclair 16. Sinclair 17. Sinclair 18. Sinclair 19. Sinclair 20. Sinclair 21. Kai 22. Sinclair 23. Sinclair 24. Kai 25. Sinclair 26. Kai 27. Sinclair 28. Kai 29. Sinclair 30. Sinclair 31. Sinclair 32. Kai 33. Sinclair 34. Kai 35. Sinclair 36. Sinclair 37. Kai 38. Sinclair 39. Sinclair 40. Kai 41. Sinclair 42. Kai 43. Kai 44. Sinclair 45. Sinclair 46. Sinclair 47. Sinclair 48. Sinclair 49. Kai 50. Kai 51. Sinclair 52. Sinclair 53. Sinclair 54. Sinclair 55. Sinclair 56. Sinclair 57. Kai 58. Epilogue Afterword Acknowledgments About Author Trigger Warning THIS BOOK MAY CONTAIN TRIGGERS FOR SOME. RAPE, CHILD ABUSE, DRUG ADDICTION ARE TOPICS DISCUSSED IN THIS BOOK Dedication This book is dedicated to all those who have been consumed by darkness and pain, to the children who were hurt most by the people closest to them. To the victims of abuse, who fought their way out of the darkness, and those still looking for the light. You've got this. To everyone who’s fought and beaten the demons of addiction. You’re stronger than you realize and I’m rooting for you. To my Nana, for always believing in me, telling me I could do and be whatever I wanted to be. I wish you were here to read this. If there’s a heaven, there’s definitely a bookstore, and I know you’ve got your copy. I love you forever, and I loved you first. And, lastly for anyone chasing a dream. You are never too old. For Caleb. Thank you for seeing through my darkness I love you forever Prologue “Come on dear. You need to push.” The elderly nurse encouraged me. My body ripped in half from the inside out. I screamed as I pushed. I was going to shit. The doctor said the urge to shit was normal during childbirth. The tears rolled down my cheeks as I tried to catch my breath. I couldn’t keep this up much longer. I’d been here all day, in labor. The nurses asked repeatedly if I wanted to call someone who could come and support me. I had no family. No one to support me in this, and as I pushed alone, a small part of me regretted leaving them all behind. In the end, my decision to leave saved everyone I loved. I didn’t want them to be punished for my choices. I didn’t want this baby to suffer either. “Can you give me one more big push, Sinclair?” The doctor asked me from his seat between my legs. I cried openly. I didn’t have the energy to keep this up. I didn’t think I could give him what he asked for. “You can do this, sweetie.” The nurse said, patting my hand gently. The woman’s shift ended about an one SinclairEleven Years Later Two more hours. One hundred and twenty minutes, and no more high heels, skirts and blouses, or spreadsheets and conference calls for an entire month. The tension left my body in waves at the thought of my vacation.It had been a rough year. Between moving from Arizona to California, a new job, and raising my eleven-year-old daughter alone, I was ready for four whole weeks of doing nothing at all.Starting over was never easy, even though this time seemed easier. Having another person with me doubled the stress. Having Aine wasn't stressful. No, she was the best thing to ever happened to me, the light that chased away any darkness in my life.I'm not perfect, and I never claimed to be, but I had a habit of ruining the lives of the people nearest to me. So, I worked hard to make sure whatever poison lingered inside me— whatever demons sat on my shoulder and destroyed everything I loved— I fought so they never touched Aine.Everything I've done, I did to protect Aine from the darkness. From those ghosts who still haunt me all these years later.My saving grace, Danielle. She told me she made it her