Lahat ng Kabanata ng Breaking Daddy's Rules: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

RAINE’S POVGuests had already started arriving. I mingled with them, smiled for pictures, and hugged familiar faces. A few people I hadn’t seen in forever showed up, old modeling contacts, influencers, stylists, and even a couple of photographers.“Raine! Girl, it’s so good to see you.” Helena Rodriguez stopped me midway. She was a photographer I’d worked with in the past, and I remembered her big hugs. I’d missed them so much. Helena was a nice person, and I always had a feeling she was never pleased with the photos my mom made me take. “It’s good to know that you’ve disappeared from the club scene. The blogs don’t post about that anymore,” she beamed at me. “Yeah,” I said with a shrug, “Been working a lot.” “You look amazing though,” she added. “Grown and glowing.”I smiled. “Thanks.”I spotted Tyler across the room, his glittering two-piece not hard to miss. The minute those hazel eyes landed on me, he ran in my direction, letting out a gleeful squeal the second he got closer.

CYRIL’S POVRaine’s scent was still stuck in my head as I pulled away. I was fighting every damn instinct to turn back and hold her again. I managed to walk away from her, from the comfort of her arms, and headed straight to the asshole I’d spotted behind her.That damn therapist leaned against the wall, his chin up like he owned the place, sipping chardonnay way too expensive for a piece of shit like him. My blood boiled the second our eyes locked. Smug bastard didn’t even blink. I didn’t give a fuck about the crowd or the music pulsing through the speakers. I strode toward him with one thing in mind: end whatever bullshit he was playing at. But just as I got closer, some bald guy I hadn’t met before stepped right in front of me. “Mr. Vale. Big fan. I’ve been following your work for years. I’ve got a proposal. Listen, I’m an actor, alright?” He said with this slick-ass grin. “Been in some indie stuff. Good reviews. Raw talent.” Then he proceeded to hold my arm. My eyes zoomed in

RAINE’S POVIt’s been two days since my birthday party, and I still don’t feel like myself. I forced myself out of bed that morning, only because I had a class, but the second I saw that stupid card sitting on my dresser, my stomach churned. The handwriting, the words, everything about it gave me the creeps. I should’ve thrown it away, but I had kept it instead.I got dressed despite my gloomy mood, pulling a beige sweater over the plain top I wore. I wasn’t in the mood for extra dressing. I swiped on some eyeliner and lipstick afterward. Usually, I would spend time contouring my face, but today wasn’t that day.Chloe was halfway through a bowl of cereal while scrolling on her phone when I walked into the kitchen. She looked up at me. “Everyone is obsessed with Zayne, by the way,” she said with a grin. “They keep asking if he’s on TikTok or Insta. I checked, and all his socials are private. Smart kid.” “I’m glad those crazy blogs don’t have anything to feast on.” She added, smilin

RAINE’S POV“We need to fix this,” I said, my feet rooted to the spot. Cyril offered me a skeptical look, and I didn’t wait for him to speak. I rushed upstairs, and the sounds of footsteps behind me made it clear that Cyril was following.By the time we got to his bedroom door, Zayne had already slammed it shut. I heard the lock click, a clear indication that he was really mad.I felt terrible.“Zayne, please,” I called out, knocking softly. “I’m sorry!”“Zayne!” Cyril’s voice followed mine. “Please open the door!”We kept knocking again and again, but there was no answer. Just silence on the other side.We both stopped knocking at the same time. When I turned to look at Cyril, he was watching me… and his face said it all. He looked just as defeated as I felt.“I’m so stupid,” I muttered, lowering my voice. “I should’ve asked if anyone was home. I don’t know why I just assumed Zayne was still at the estate.Cyril let out a breath, then stepped closer and rested his hand lightly on my

CYRIL’S POVI waited until I saw Raine shut the Uber door before I moved. She hadn’t even looked me in the eyes, fuck! The way she looked made my chest ache. Like she was blaming herself. Like this whole thing was her fault.It wasn’t. It was mine.I let myself get too fucking carried away. So wrapped up in wanting her, needing her, I forgot about Zayne. Forgot we weren’t alone.I exhaled sharply, raking a hand down my face as I stepped into the villa. The silence hit harder than I expected. I climbed the stairs, each step heavier than the last.When I got to his door, I paused. My palm hovered for a second before I knocked. “Zayne,” I called quietly. I got no reply, and all I could hear was the sound of my heavy breathing. “It’s me,” I said seconds later. “I just want to talk. Open the door.” There was no response. I was about to turn my back and leave him to cool off, but then I heard the lock click. The door creaked open. Zayne stood there, looking as stiff as hell. The fire i