บททั้งหมดของ Breaking Daddy's Rules: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

RAINE’S POV I woke up way later than I planned. The sun was already so high up in the sky and its rays were spilling through the gray curtains hitting me across the face. I rolled over lazily, I didn’t even bother to pull back my hair which was all mangled around my cheeks. I was so tired, but Cyril was already out of bed and probably at work. How did he regain his energy already after a whole night of mindblowing energy sapping sex? I could barely feel my legs. I was sore in the right places, and that felt fucking good.That thought hadn’t even settled when my buzzing phone caught my attention. I wanted to ignore it until the sound of multiple notifications bombarded the device. My first thought was Talon, I hoped he hadn’t posted anything about me. Again. I grabbed my phone and the latest notification was some trending interview. My sight was still blurry, but as soon as I read the title, I sat up so fast my head spun. “Indie Mercer Vale talks about never signing divorce paper

RAINE’S POV The moment I stepped out of that private room, my whole body went numb. My head was pounding, my eyes were stinging, and my throat closed up, making it hard to swallow or breathe. I rushed straight for the bathroom, almost tripping over a waiter on the way. “I’m sorry,” I rambled and the waiter only shrugged, like it was not a big deal. I couldn’t wait to get to the bathroom, even though it took me several minutes to locate it. When I finally did, I locked myself in a stall and bawled my eyes out. I pressed my head on the cold wall tile, sucking in shaky breaths. It was hard to calm down, even when I mumbled encouragement to myself to get it together.A few eternity rolled by before I finally pulled out some rough toilet paper to wipe my eyes. I managed to get myself together, I unlocked the stall and walked to the sink to check my reflection in the mirror. The girl on the other side looked like she’d been mauled down by an eighteen-wheeler; bloodshot eyes, trembling

RAINE’S POV I woke up with a splitting headache and a ton of notifications blowing up my phone. I had no idea when I even passed out. The last thing I remembered was Cyril driving us back to the villa, and then just crying and crying until I basically knocked out. I picked up my phone and scrolled for like two seconds before groaning and tossing my phone onto the mattress. My notifications were flooded with texts, reposts and tags. Everyone and their grandma had something to say about my mother’s interview. I wasn’t even shocked; in fact, I saw it coming. But what really caught me off guard were the comments. Concerns from people. “She’s back from the dead, I wonder how her daughter feels about that.” I snorted, like they actually cared. The backlashes from strangers. “Cyril is trying to bury his relationship with Indie the same way he buried his son’s mother. That man has got some nasty shit going on.” The conspiracy theorists, the vultures who had nothing better to do than st

CYRIL’S POV I sat at the head of the glass table, the afternoon light spewing through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the corner of the conference room. My eyes darted away from the window to scan each man in front of me like a predator looking to pick which one to gut first. “So all this is a visual display of how the stock market is going?” I leaned forward, my hands tangled together.“Yeah,” Aaron said, nodding, with his eyes still locked on the screen. “However, you can see here…” He pointed at a jagged red line diving straight down. “Things are not looking good but it’s not that bad.” “Not that bad?” I snorted, my voice echoing across the room. “Don’t fuck with me, brother!” My chosen brother had travelled all the way down from Russia at my request so we could strategize and cut the snake’s head once and for all. He chuckled nervously, rubbing his jaw. “Okay, fine it’s bad. But it’s something we can still fix.” “Of course,” I said, leaning back in my chair exhaling slowly.

CYRIL’S POVI pulled up to the address on the map, my tires screeching as I slammed on the brakes. Otto stood at the curb, looking more jittery than usual, like a kid waiting for a scolding.I jumped out before the engine died down. “Where’s she?” I barked, my eyes narrowing in on him. Otto swallowed hard, then turned to look at the building. His eyes said everything I needed to know. I stared towards the building in front of us. The hotel stood tall, its sleek polished glass glistening in the sunlight. The entrance was framed by revolving doors, flanked by ornate moldings and muscular bouncers. My fists clenched at my sides as anger burned through me. All I could fucking think about was Raine. Her face. Her voice. The way she looks at me like I was the only thing that matters. And now? Some sorry piece of shit had pulled her into this nightmare.“Boss, I think it’s best, we go in now.” Otto’s voice caught my attention seconds later. “No,” I cut him off, my voice ringing out like