The Heiress They Couldn't Break (Amelia) novel Chapter 404

**TITLE: Broken by Destiny by George Orwell 404**
**Chapter 404 Don’t You Dare Bully Him**

Amelia had always worn a mask, concealing her true emotions beneath layers of smiles and laughter. Whether it was joy or sorrow, she had learned early on that her feelings were secondary to the expectations of those around her. The burden of being a people-pleaser weighed heavily on her shoulders, and she often found herself lost in a labyrinth of others’ desires.

But as fate would have it, the reality she had crafted for herself crumbled like a fragile house of cards. The approval she sought from her family remained elusive, slipping through her fingers like grains of sand. Instead of accolades, her actions became mere duties, things they expected her to do without question. They had built a narrative around her life, one that excluded her own voice, and in their eyes, she was simply a reflection of their wishes—never truly seen or heard.

Yet now, something within her had shifted. After severing ties with the Nygards, a flicker of regret lingered in the depths of her heart. It was a small ember, but it was there, reminding her of the connections she had let go. Despite that, she felt an exhilarating sense of liberation coursing through her veins. She was finally free—free to embrace her happiness and her sadness without the weight of others’ expectations.

For the first time, the world felt expansive. She no longer had to navigate the labyrinth of others’ feelings or adhere to their rules. The pressure that had once suffocated her dissipated, giving way to the exhilarating breath of authenticity. She could finally live for herself, unencumbered by the chains of obligation.

As she spoke, her words hung in the air, wrapping around the boy like a warm embrace. He looked at her, wide-eyed and bewildered, as if she had opened a door to a world he had never known. No one had ever acknowledged his pain before; they had merely seen him as the quiet, withdrawn child who preferred solitude.

But Amelia’s compassionate words struck a chord deep within him, and suddenly, tears began to cascade down his cheeks—small, glistening droplets that mingled with the shadows of his sadness. The sight tugged at Amelia’s heartstrings, igniting a pang of empathy within her. In that moment, he looked even more endearing, his vulnerability a testament to the beauty of raw emotion.

“Hey, don’t cry,” she urged softly, her voice soothing. “If you cry, people might think you’re weak.”

Just as her words escaped her lips, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed outside the door, shattering the fragile moment. A flurry of voices burst in, a whirlwind of concern and chaos.

“Floyd! Where did you disappear to? You nearly gave me a heart attack! I’ve been searching everywhere for you. And why aren’t you wearing your phone watch?”

“Oh my goodness! Floyd, why are you crying? Who made you cry? You have to tell me right now!”

In an instant, the room was filled with a cacophony of worried voices. Cora rushed in, her arms enveloping her beloved grandson as she scanned him for any signs of distress, her maternal instincts kicking into high gear.

Brielle, ever the instigator, was the loudest of the group, her eyes glittering with the thrill of potential drama.

Sabrina stood quietly to the side, her demeanor calm and observant. She was the type who weighed her words carefully, preferring to understand the full context before jumping to conclusions.

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