All Chapters of Breaking His Rules: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

RAINE’S POV I curled into the back passenger seat of the car after Zayne and Cyril disappeared into the building. I’d wanted to pull out my phone and doom scroll through the apps until Cyril arrived, but when my eyes landed on my sketchpad, I remembered the designs I’d left halfway. I pulled out the book and a pencil then set it in my lap. I hadn’t planned on sketching anything serious today. I’d planned to mess around, let my mind wander a little. But somehow, the lines started forming into shapes and I found myself staring at a dress with shapes spread across the bottom. I was quite impressed and kept drawing. I was sketching the hem of a long flowy coat when the door clicked open. I looked up, and caught sight of Cyril. He didn’t say anything at first. Just leaned forward, bending his tall frame until he fit into the backseat. Then he wrapped his arms around me. I melted into his chest and hugged him back. After a second, I shifted awkwardly and chuckled under my breath. “Ok

RAINE’S POV A smile broke from my lips as soon as Cyril’s car pulled up in front of my penthouse. I had every intention of going straight to school this morning, but after crying like a broken faucet in his arms, I needed a quick change. I’d requested that he dropped me at home, and that I would go to school on my own. “I can wait while you get dressed, I’d like to drop you off myself.” Cyril insisted, tapping the steering wheel. “I’m sure you have more important things to get to, I really don’t want to get in the way.” I pointed out. “And hey, look on the bright side, you wouldn’t have to deal with a boner anymore,” I kissed his cheeks quickly and slipped out. Cyril shook his head. “You drive a hard bargain.” I smiled, blowing him a kiss before sashaying away. As I stepped into the penthouse, the scent of coffee hit me first. It was strong, the kind Chloe swore would “resurrect the dead.”I walked into the living room and my eyes landed on Chloe and Tyler who were both hunched

RAINE’S POV When I woke up the next day, the first thing I did before anything was to check my phone.I was expecting a reply from Talon but I hadn’t gotten any messages from him when I tapped my screen to check. I frowned, opening our chat. The last messages I sent him from last night were still left unread. I had basically begged him to take down those posts he made hoping he would’ve done that by now. However, when I scrolled through his socials, they were still visible to the public. I decided to call him, but it didn’t even ring. It just went straight to voicemail. Twice.“Ugh.” I groaned and fell face flat onto the pillow. “Talon, what the hell!”I was a bit concerned, it was unlike him to avoid messages, especially mine. Maybe he left his phone somewhere, or forgot to charge it, I didn’t want to jump to conclusions. Still, I shot him a couple more texts before scrolling through my socials and deleted the old post, even though Talon hadn’t replied. I hurried out of bed and

RAINE’S POV Standing in front of the full-length mirror in Cyril’s room, I focused on my reflection and ignored the butterflies that tingled my tummy. But that was hard to do, not with me having been the star in Cyril’s romantic shenanigans the past week. He’d surprise me with flower bouquets spread out on the bed every morning, along with breakfast and some hot pussy pounding. I got showered with expensive gifts every other day. And my favourite, the newest leather-bound sketchpad he got for me. Being with Cyril always felt surreal and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Tonight, we were not spending our time wrapped in each other’s arms.We were going to an award show, Cyril’s movie got nominated for best picture and I had a good feeling about this one, he might actually win. I stared back at the black dress on the bed, Cyril had it custom made just for me. The diamonds along the neckline was the highlight of the dress and I was so giddy to try it on. The strapless bodycon fit l

RAINE’S POV That question was stifling, other reporters had gathered around but no other person threw a question our way. They truly wanted an answer to the question about my mum. Cameras shuttered around us, as they waited for Cyril to say something. My hands squeezed around Zayne’s as my throat constricted and I tried to steady my breathing. It took a while, but I was finally able to get a grip on myself. Without another glance at the meddling reporter, I took a step forward. Zayne and I kept walking, past the cluster of paparazzi, past the microphones, until we were finally a few feet away from the noise. That was when I looked back and saw Cyril still standing there. His green eyes scanned the crowd like he was deciding whether to swat a fly or crush it. “Mr. Vale!” Another reporter called out to him after a few minutes had gone by and Cyril still hadn’t said a word. “You brought both your kids tonight?”Cyril’s face hardened this time. “Kids? I brought my son. Raine has no