The Billionaire's Breaking Point のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

{ADAM}“You need to answer these questions correctly, Mr. Adam,” Miller says, sitting across from me.“A restraining order is a serious matter. Without a good explanation for why you contacted Ms. Bennett, you're looking at a direct path to jail.”A cold silence fills the air, I don't have a fucking word for him.“I understand you're an important person of high status, and that's why this interrogation is happening in the first place.”“The court issued an order of direct jail time if you dared approach her, that's why you have to speak up.”He keeps asking questions but my mind ain't here. It's somewhere else. Is she with him right now? Did she finally accept Hunter? Is she happy? Or… does her good heart make her feel like she owes him for everything he’s done? Does she love him, or is she just repaying a favor?The thought alone gets my chest splitting in two.It fucking hurts like hell… thinking that she's moved on and I can't do shit about it.“Mr. Hilton?” Officer Miller’s voic

{HERMIONE}A hand drags the cloth out of my mouth and a huge gasp escapes my lungs.Everywhere is still a blur. My head’s spinning.My eyes are blinking weakly, trying to take in what I'm seeing. My body feels so heavy.My arms feel too stiff to move and they're joined together, a throbbing pain coming from my wrists.As my vision slowly comes back into focus, that's when a huge figure gets revealed to me.I quickly push myself up from the ground, my chest stinging hard with a mix of terror and what feels like a little bit of hope that it's Adam. “Adam, what's going on? What are you doing?” My gaze towards him softens, searching for the man I know. The man I fell in love with."How did you become like this, Adam?" I ask him, my voice faint and almost inaudible. I want him to explain to me how the love he had for me has suddenly turned so hostile. How he could hurt me. How he'd actually kidnap me.I shake my head, lost somewhere between pity and begging. "You're not like this, Adam.

{HERMIONE}The sound of the gunshot is too loud; it feels like it’s happening inside my own head. My ears are ringing and I can’t hear anything else.My heart is trying to punch its way out of my ribs, and my stomach churns so violently I feel nauseous.He shot her. He actually shot Kareen. My sister is dead.A hot tear spills over and drips onto my hands. I’ve been holding them up like a useless shield against the bullets I was sure would come for me next. My whole body is shaking very hard, my teeth are chattering.I see flashes of me and Kareen as kids. I see her rolling her eyes at me across the dinner table and I'm trying to make her smile, even when she doesn't smile at me.“No!” My voice breaks into a desperate cry.“This can’t be real! He didn’t just shoot my sister!”My heart is jumping so hard, it feels like it’s going to give out. How can someone be this cruel? He murdered her in front of me. I was supposed to protect her. I’m the older sister, and I just let this happe

"Mr. Adam, you are in direct violation of the court order to never approach Ms. Hermione," Officer Miller says as he clicks the handcuffs around Adam's wrists.But Adam isn't looking at Miller. He isn't fighting back. His eyes are stuck on me, wide with unsaid words. Like he's trying to tell me a thousand things without saying a thing.Hunter's hand is soft on my waist, guiding me towards the door. "Come on, let's get you out of here," he says quietly.I let him guide me, but my head stays turned, my eyes locked with Adam's until the very last second before we step outside.I need to know. Was it all fake? The sex, the way he'd kiss my forehead in the morning, all those quiet moments that made me feel so safe... did any of it mean anything? Or was it all just a part of his… revenge game?The cool night breeze touches my face, making my tear-stained skin feel cold and tight. It's a strange feeling after the stuffy heat inside that scary room.The police sirens are so loud they hurt m

{ADAM}The lock on my cell makes a loud click and I look up. It’s Miller.“Can we have a word?” he asks.“Okay.” I stand up and walk towards the door, then into the interrogation room again, my hands cuffed in front of me.Miller drops a file on the table with a hard thud. His face looks tired and strained.“Every lead you gave us is a dead end, Mr. Adam. Your brother’s Dubai construction site? His colleagues haven’t seen him. His mansion on the lakeside in Dubai? Empty. The remains of your family home? Nothing but ash and burnt wood.” He leans on the table. “Every lead you gave us, we’ve done a thorough search, yet there’s no trace of Elton.”A smile curves on my lips. “Then I guess you’re out of luck… Miller.”He blows out a tired sigh and sits down. “We’re all out of luck. And you’re in violation of a court order. Again.”“Haha! Yeah. That’s the real crisis here,” I say, sitting in the nearest wooden chair I can find.“It is when it involves harassing a woman who just survived a