บททั้งหมดของ Breaking Daddy's Rules: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

CYRIL’S POV I sat behind my desk, eyes locked on the screen like it owed me something. I didn’t want to be here. Hell, all I wanted was to ditch this shit and crawl back into bed with Raine and wrap her legs around me and forget the world existed. But I couldn’t. Not when I was waiting for an important message from Jamie.I eased into my chair, then reluctantly clicked open my email, and my eyes landed on the mail from Jamie, sent over an hour ago. My heart race quickened, not because I was surprised but because I fucking knew exactly what this was about.Talon. Just thinking about that motherfucker’s name brought back a livid memory of the past email Jamie had sent.I went back to remembering those fucked-up photos attached in that email. There were a lot of them and they all were grainy pictures from what looked like a surveillance or some low-level recon but the timestamps was what caught my attention.Some of those pictures dated back to before Raine started therapy.I remember

RAINE’S POVI couldn’t stop thinking about what Cyril had said before he left. Like… seriously? How was I supposed to relax after that? I tried shaking it off, forcing myself not to think about Talon or any of the crap swirling in my head. I was alone, the house was quiet, and honestly I needed a distraction before I overthought myself into a spiral. Again. So I dragged myself off the bed and made my way downstairs, grabbing a blanket and throwing myself dramatically onto the couch. I landed with a huff, suddenly feeling like doing something kind of dumb but also kind of fun. I wanted to watch one of Cyril’s movies. Grabbing the remote from the centre table, I flipped through the movie list on the television until I found one he directed a few years ago. I clicked on it just so I could make fun of him later. Like, “Oh, so this is where your moody stares came from.” I was halfway through the movie when my phone started ringing. Chloe’s name flashed on the screen, over the FaceTime

CYRIL’S POVHis hands trembled slightly as he reached for the zipper of my dress, undoing them. I shivered as the cool air hit my heated skin, and goosebumps began to spread over my flesh. Cyril pushed the fabric off my shoulders, letting the dress fall to the floor. His eyes darkened, as he stared at me. "God, you're perfect," he breathed, running his hands reverently over my slender curves. "I could look at you for hours and never get tired." I blushed at his compliment, feeling desired under his heated gaze. Cyril always knew how to make me feel like a queen.He moved his fingers slowly, trailing feather-light touches over my skin. Then he cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples until they pebbled beneath his touch. Involuntarily, a soft moan escaped my lips.Cyril leaned down, capturing one of my hardened nipples in his mouth. I gasped in response, gripping the sheets as pleasure shot straight to my core. His other hand continued to knead my breast, rolling and pinch

RAINE’S POVI swear my heart was beating so loudly, I could hear it in my ears. It sounded like the judge was bored as she drawled out every word, but maybe that was just me holding my breath. “This court,” she began, her voice calm and echoing through the room, “having reviewed all documentation, testimonies, and interviews, including the minor child interview…” I grabbed Zayne’s hand beside me. He didn’t look scared anymore. Just tired, and maybe a little hopeful.“The petitioner’s request for sole custody of Zayne Vale has been denied,” the judge said.Wait what?!“Custody is hereby awarded to the respondent, Mr. Cyril Vale, who shall henceforth serve as the minor’s sole legal guardian.”Oh. My. God.I jumped. Like a full-body, feet-off-the-ground jump. I didn’t even think, I just squealed and threw my arms around Zayne. “We did it!” I shouted, squeezing the life out of him. “You’re staying with us. It’s official.”He grinned, cheeks turning red, but then he hugged me back just

RAINE’S POV By the time everyone finally left, the villa looked like a tornado had spun through it. Cups littered the counter, and a half-eaten cake was open by the sink. Someone had spilled a drink on the rug, probably drunk Chloe and Otto’s doing, they’d both spent most of their time inside. I slumped into one of the chairs at the dining table, head spinning a little. I wasn’t like a blackout drunk, I’d just had enough alcohol to make me feel a little dizzy and a lot more giggly than usual.Cyril was moving around, tossing out paper plates and picking up bottles. Zayne had gone upstairs, and was already asleep. “Hey,” I called out, “you don’t have to do all that tonight.”He glanced over his shoulder. “You think I’m leaving this mess for the maid to see in the morning? Not a chance.”I laughed. “She’s seen worse. I’ve seen worse.” “Still,” he said, shaking his head with a small smirk, “I like things clean.”“You’re such a dad.”He chuckled, and then walked back over, tossing a b