Break Her

Theron’s Point of View

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Cheryl said, turning towards me, her hazel eyes blinking suspiciously at me.

In the minute, when she wasn’t looking at me, I knew she was trying to take the reins of her emotions.

She knew a lot about me, everyone who had worked for my parents knew that I could read people like an open book.

It’s difficult to lie to me, I would catch it in a heartbeat.

That’s how I was able to figure them out, that they had been fucking secretly.

Six days was enough to know that she was in an illicit relationship with Thorne, and my mother wouldn’t appreciate such relationship.

In fact, I would pay to see the look on my mother’s face when she finds out her precious baby boy has been boning the maid.

“You know what my mother would do to you if she finds out?” I taunted and from the way her eyes widened, I could tell it’s something she often thought about.

She shook her head. “I-I don’t understand.”

Well, you’re going to.

“Let’s say you keep pretending, and I talk—who do you think she would believe; you or me?”

I finally pushed myself out of the couch in my room, stalking towards her.

Her shoulder was tensed, and both hands balled at each sides of her body.

Her lovely black hair was held in a pony tail, cascading down to the her back, and I reached out, picking out some of the strands drenched in sweat away from her forehead.

I could taste her fear and it was delicious.

Her heart beat was so loud, I feared the organ would burst.

“What do you say?”

And that is all it takes for her to break, she needs to keep her job, I know that, a smile tugged at my lips when she came back with Thorne’s phone.

Every single thing was falling into place.

I got in touch with a boy I met at the correctional facility.

I wouldn’t call him my friend, but we got pretty close during my stay there.

He was a notorious hacker and a cybercriminal; even at such very young age, you can’t blame him and all the things he did to survive.

He grew up in the slums of the city, and he got his hands on every dirty method he could to help the gang he worked for.

We called him venom.

He could break into anything, it didn’t matter whose device it was and how strong it is, as long as he gets his hands on it—it belongs to him.

He decided to help me in exchange, I was going to get him a position in my father’s company.

He always had a passion for tech and with his knowledge—I would say he is a valuable asset for the company and me in the future.

I did every single thing he taught me, and just like magic, I opened Thorne’s phone.

I installed the spyware, and bingo!

I had perfectly copied his phone, I had access to every single data on Thorne’s phone from the dashboard on the app.

Cheryl trembled physically as she stood inches away from me, watching me wordlessly from the corner of her eyes.

“Hey,” I motioned for her to come closer, and she did, her breathing was uneven as she reached towards the edge of the bed.

“You can return this.”

She took the phone from me, and before she could exit the door, my voice stopped her again.

“If you talk about this to anyone, I will make sure to strangle you.” I warned, and she nodded before she silently left the room.

I leaned back, smiling widely because my plan had succeeded.

First things first—I go check out his conversation with Eden.

She is my priority.

And it was just a flood of unreplied messages from her.

Desperation in all the messages.

“Talk to me.”

“Please.”

“Thorne, please talk to me.”

I tsked, imagine being so beautiful then you settle for trash like my brother.

I scrolled down towards the most recent one and a frown tugged my eyebrow when I noticed he sent her a message some few hours ago.

“Hey, I am sorry for what I did earlier in school today, I wasn’t think, I messed up—I made a mistake.”

A mistake? What the hell did he do?

“Please call me, when you get this—you are not picking up my calls.”

Seems like the power had shifted from Thorne and now is on Eden.

Such a shame… I wish he had elaborated more on what he did to her.

I checked the archived chat box, looking for a particular name that was not in his regular chat box.

Evangeline.

Was written in bold letter and he had some provocative emojis to it.

Peaches, a pointing finger going into a middle finger, and a splash of water.

I chuckled hard.

“You horny bastard.” I leaned in the couch as I scrolled through their messages.

“Tonight was fucking hot babe.” He sent. “See you in the art room, break time, tomorrow.”

“Yes love.”

I giggled to myself.

Bingo!

I took screenshots of the images but then I stopped abruptly.

If I sent Eden these pictures, and she might doubt me, she might claim they are fabricated.

He might even deny it… and then my plan falls through.

What’s going to be fun? Making her see with her two eyes what kind of jerk her boyfriend is.

And of course… I’m going to be the shoulder she can cry on in that right moment.

Either way, I copied her number and saved her contact.

First I had secured her location.

Now I had her number.

Then tomorrow I’m going to make sure Thorne never gets his hands on her again.

And in her vulnerability I am going to break her so good, she doesn’t even recognize the pieces of herself.

She would have no other choice or option but to rely on me.