All Chapters of Breaking Daddy's Rules: Chapter 111 - Chapter 117

CYRIL’S POVI walked into the study, staring at the glass of whiskey in my hands. I had intentionally left the bottle downstairs because I knew how easy it would be to drown in it tonight.My study smelled like old leather and burnt cedar. The only thing that mattered right now was my fucked up life which seemed to only get more fucked by the day.I was going to have just one drink which was in the glass in front of me. Nothing more. I owed myself that much control. I eased into the seat, the damn heater buzzing through the vents, filling the study with heat that didn’t do shit to make me feel better. My eyes wandered to my phone which I held firmly. I’d been staring at Raine’s name ever since I left Zayne’s room, like the messages I planned to send to her were going to magically write themselves. I was aware that I actually needed to type words and send. I exhaled through my nose, muttered a low “fuck it,” and finally typed it out. “Did you get home safe? Please call me when you

RAINE’S POVWhen I walked back into the room, the little pep talk I’d given myself in the bathroom did me no good. It was like I was being mocked for thinking that I had wits. Suddenly my hands began to shake as Daniel’s words haunted me all over again. ‘Need I remind you of the buried scandals attached to your name?’ Those particular words replayed endlessly in my head. My breathing became labored. I did my best to control it by sucking in deep breaths, one after another, as I made my way to the bed. But the minute my eyes landed on the unknown number calling on my phone screen. I realized how much of a chokehold that one call had on me. I thought I was past all this. The fear. The anxiety. But I wasn’t. I couldn’t even talk myself out of this situation.It was sad, just thinking of it, and it was crazy that I let myself believe that I could heal. I wasn’t as strong as I thought I was. Just one mention of my past and I was already spiraling. It was clear that I was a weakling and

RAINE’S POVTalon and I sat there a bit longer, sipping the last of our now lukewarm coffees. The cafe was starting to fill up fast. People were moving past us in waves. It was past noon already, so most were here on lunch breaks. Otto and Chloe had left long ago. Talon tapped the table, pulling my attention back. “I’ve got more ideas for cute couple photos,” he said, grinning like he actually believed this could be fun. “What if I hold your face and you pretend to laugh? Or we do that forehead-touch thing. People eat that up. Ooh, or you sit on the table and I look up at you with sad puppy eyes.” I nodded a little, but I wasn’t really there. My mind kept drifting. Talon reached out to tap my hands. “Hey, things are going to work out.”“You’ve said that before,” I murmured, eyes on the table.“I know. But looking at you right now it’s easy to tell you aren’t convinced. You are doubtful.” “I’m not.” I said. “I’m just tired.”He looked at me weird, like he didn’t know how to respond