All Chapters of Three Ways to Break Me: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

10 Chapters

Chapter one

Derrick had just returned from his two months work trip, and it didn’t take long to realize he hadn’t lost his usual confidence in the bedroom. I waited for him, relaxed and expectant, to step out of the bathroom. He was my husband in every way that mattered, and the connection between us had always been intense. The water stopped, and a moment later, he appeared at the doorway. The look he gave me said he already understood exactly what I wanted—or maybe, needed. “I didn’t know you missed me this much,” he said playfully, stepping closer, his presence filling the room. I was only wearing my satin nightgown, the thin straps barely clinging to my shoulders as I watched his eyes slowly travel over me. The hunger in them sent heat rushing through my body instantly. “What took you so long?” I murmured, biting my lower lip, adjusting my position on the bed. Derrick chuckled under his breath and climbed onto the bed, naked as he was, one hand sliding over my thigh possessively. “Two m

Chapter two

The next morning, nothing unusual happened, yet the strange unease from the previous day still clung to my thoughts like smoke trapped inside a room. I had hoped the night with Derrick would calm me down, smooth away the tension that had settled inside my chest, but it hadn’t helped at all. If anything, waking up only made the feeling sharper. When I opened my eyes, Derrick was already gone. That wasn’t surprising. Derrick treated discipline like religion itself. By six in the morning he would already be dressed, fed, and halfway through his plans for the day while the rest of the world still struggled to leave their beds—that includes me. I stared at the empty side beside me for a moment before stretching lazily beneath the sheets. Sunlight slipped through the curtains, touching the expensive furniture in warm gold. The apartment was silent except for the faint hum of traffic outside. Unlike Derrick, my mornings had no urgency attached to them. I wasn’t one of those miserable em

Chapter three

“Mr. Adrian Vale here is interested in acquiring part of the company,” Laney explained carefully.My stomach tightened.The man looked strange the same, but the energy he gave me—the attention—didn't feel like he knew me anyhow.Could people look this alike. “It’s a pleasure seeing you again, Melinda,” he said calmly.Again.The word struck me harder than it should have.Laney frowned immediately. “You two know each other?”For a brief second, nobody spoke.I could feel Laney’s eyes moving between the two of us while my mind struggled to steady itself. Adrian, however, looked perfectly calm, standing there with one hand tucked into his pocket as though this meeting meant absolutely nothing to him.Meanwhile, my pulse had started pounding so hard that it made me uncomfortable.No.This wasn’t happening.Not here.Not after all these years.I forced myself to breathe normally before answering.“We knew each other a long time ago,” I said carefully.Laney looked relieved enough by the e

Chapter four

I didn’t leave anywhere after I carried out the order.The idea of going out—even for another cup of coffee—felt more like an imposter’s advice, like it was trying to lure me into meeting him again.Adrian Vale.That wasn’t even his real name. I was sure of it. I might have lied about myself to him, but I had made sure to dig into everything about him—so much that there was nothing left for him to hide.His name was Romane Antonio—the last son of a wealthy Mafia family I had crossed paths with long ago. Seven years ago, to be precise. We were both young then, and he was too naive. I took my chances to survive around him.But that was a long time ago. It wasn’t supposed to happen again. Yet now, it clearly felt like this meeting wasn’t an accident.He had found me.Not Melinda Adams—the woman I had carefully built over the years with polite smiles, quiet dresses, and an ordinary life. He had found Catt Amber. The girl who lied, stole, survived, and disappeared before the Mafia world co

Chapter five

Sitting on his lap, I moved my waist slowly and deliberately, every measured motion pulling us deeper into the dangerous warmth between us. His hands rested firmly on my hips, possessive yet controlled, before sliding upward with unhurried intent.My breath caught as his fingers brushed against my skin, carefully unfastening the buttons of my shirt one by one. The look in his eyes never left mine—steady, heated, and impossible to ignore.“You keep testing my patience,” he murmured, his voice rough enough to send a shiver through me.A faint smile touched my lips as I leaned closer, my hands settling against his shoulders. “And yet,” I whispered, “you still let me.”I held his hands against me, my breath hitching as his touch lingered, while I kept moving slowly in his lap—playful, teasing motions meant to test the last of his restraint.A sharp exhale left him as he pulled me closer, his grip tightening just enough to make my pulse race. The tension between us thickened with every sec

Chapter six

My marriage had already started rotting long before I admitted it to myself—but not in the way people usually imagine. It wasn’t because I was some careless, promiscuous wife looking for excitement outside her vows.No.Everything I did was for survival.For Derrick.For us.Being with Laney wasn’t something I dreamed about at night or fantasized over like some guilty romance novel. It was something I had to do because bills never stopped arriving, rent never waited, and love alone certainly didn’t keep the lights on.Derrick worked hard—harder than most men I knew. He was a logistics supervisor for a small distribution company, constantly traveling from one warehouse project to another. Some assignments kept him away for weeks. Others dragged into months. The pay was decent enough to keep us from drowning, but not enough to give us the kind of life we were living.Yet somehow, everyone around us believed we were comfortable.A beautiful apartment downtown.A clean black SUV Derrick p

Chapter seven

It must’d been a dream, I thought the moment sunlight flooded my vision, only to realize it was Derrick pulling the curtains open. “Hi,” I greeted him with my morning raspy voice. “Hello,” he replied, analytical as usual. He hadn’t been home when I returned last night, since he often worked later than I did. “You’re still here,” I said with yawning as I sat up on the bed. “Are you finally having a day off, my big rider?” I asked playfully. “Not really,” he answered, drawing the last of the curtain. “My boss gave me a two-week break. After how tough my last job was, he thinks I need some kind of rest.” I made a beeline to him and wrapped my arms around his waist as he finished with the curtains, burying my face against his muscular back. “But that’s not fair,” I complained, my voice muffled in his back. “It should be at least two and a half months. Two weeks are barely enough for me.” “But they’re enough to spoil you properly.”He turned abruptly, unwinding my arms before lockin

Chapter eight

How foolish have I been? I’ve given away all my bras, panties, and thongs—so much so that the ones I’m wearing now are the last I have left. And Derrick realized that too.I'd to come up with a solid lie that would keep him from suspecting anything strange.“Oh, those?” I forced out a small laugh while quickly folding the remaining laundry into the basket. “Most of them got old, so I threw them away.”Derrick leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed, one eyebrow slowly rising in disbelief.“All of them?”My stomach tightened.Why was he even paying attention to this?“Yes,” I replied quickly. “Women do that a lot... you see, we prefer new things that remain new and brandy.”His eyes narrowed slightly, studying me in that quiet way he always did whenever he knew I wasn't being fully honest. Derrick had always been observant. Too observant.For a second, I thought he would press further.Instead, his lips curled into a faint smirk.“I guess I’ll have to give myself some work tod

Chapter nine

I hadn't known things could get this awkward.At noon, Laney was supposed to have lunch at the hotel he'd insisted I arrange. I couldn't bring myself to look up as we walked through the office and out of the building. Curious eyes followed us from every direction, while I struggled to keep pace with his confident, unhurried stride.Behind the reception desk, Doris caught sight of me and flashed a teasing wink, her amusement impossible to miss. I quickly averted my gaze before she could make one of her usual ridiculous comments.I was now his private assistant.Unbelievable.We had lunch at the hotel, though I barely tasted any of it. The atmosphere between us remained strangely formal, as if we were both determined to pretend this new arrangement was perfectly normal.Not long afterward, we headed back to the office.Before we arrived, however, we found ourselves alone in Laney's car—a sleek black Mercedes-Benz S-Class that carried the faint scent of leather and expensive cologne.The

Chapter ten

I arrived at the hotel shortly after receiving the message. The moment I stepped out of the taxi, every instinct inside me screamed for me to turn around, but I had made a determined effort to ignore that feeling. I walked through the lobby with quick strides, avoiding the reception desk as I followed two suited men toward a private elevator. I had worried that the guards standing beside it would stop me, but they didn't even spare me a second glance. As the two men approached, they presented special access cards. Before I stepped inside, one of them spoke so quickly that I almost missed it. "Welcome, ma'am." Rather than questioning it, I slipped into the elevator before the doors could close. "So Charlie had actually—" The two men continued discussing matters that were none of my business, but the moment I entered, one of them abruptly cut himself off before finishing his sentence. They stood behind me, and although I couldn't see them, I could feel their eyes lingering

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