Lahat ng Kabanata ng Breaking Daddy's Rules: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

RAINE’S POVIt’d been a full week since I started settling into college, and everything felt... weird. Not bad, not good. It was just neutral. Like I was drifting through this new routine without fully feeling it. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.Having Chloe and Tyler here grounded me just a bit. Like this morning, Chloe had shown up with my favorite iced drink, plopped it into my hands, and assured me that I was going to have a fantastic day. And honestly? It helped. Her timing was freakishly perfect, like always. It wasn’t just the drink—it was the way she made everything feel a little less heavy. Tyler was no exception. “So what are we doing this afternoon?” Chloe asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.“Shopping, I guess,” I said, and her eyes widened. Tyler looked like he didn’t want to tag along, and he made that clear.“I can’t join you ladies on your little afternoon escapade.” He said swiftly and placed a hand on his chest. “I have a frat party to attend.” “So

RAINE’S POVThe low rumble of the jet’s engine was soothing, like background noise for my thoughts. I had my sketchbook out on my lap, pretending to be concentrating, but my eyes kept sneaking over to Cyril. He was laser-beam focused on the iPad in his hand.I watched as his darkened gaze swept across the screen. Even with a stoic expression, this man made my heart twist. His jaw tightened, and my breath hitched in my throat. And when his hand firmly held the edge of the device, the veins flexing under his skin charged an electric current through my body.My throat was suddenly dry, and I gulped. I didn’t even realize how hard I was pressing the pencil until the tip snapped. ‘Get a grip on yourself, Raine!” I chided myself and pulled out another pencil from my purse. I willed myself to stay focused, returning my gaze to my sketchbook. I needed to put together some fresh designs for the launch, which wasn’t that far away. Every second felt like it ticked louder in my ears. I had to

RAINE’S POVCyril slid into the car a few minutes after I stepped in, the scent of leather and that woody cologne surrounded me like a blanket I didn’t ask for but didn’t mind. The drive to the villa was silent. The staff greeted us upon our arrival.“I just prepared lunch, sir!” The lady whom Cyril had referred to as Selene spoke up. Cyril nodded, then he turned to look at me.“I’ll eat later,” I told him, “I need to freshen up first.”He glanced over at Selene, “We’ll have it later.”We.He was waiting for me. Just a simple word, but it felt like I mattered in ways he’d never say out loud. I went upstairs and quickly changed into something more comfortable.I stepped outside my room, and Cyril stepped out of his room at the same time. We met at the top of the stairs. He paused for a second, eyes sweeping over me without a word, and then silently, he stepped aside to let me go first. I could feel his eyes lingering as I walked past. I didn’t mind. In fact, a small part of me liked

CYRIL’S POVThe silence in the room wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable. It was heavy. Like a loaded gun waiting for someone to pull the trigger. I leaned forward in my chair, elbows resting on the dining table, letting the tension hang. Daniel and Diane sat across from me, too composed for people who’d just ruined dinner and were definitely about to ruin the rest of my evening. I was about to speak when Diane scooted forward.“You can’t keep Zayne hidden forever,” she said, her arms crossed like she was bracing for a fight she was confident she'd win.I shrugged, “I don’t plan on doing that.”She opened her mouth, probably expecting more of a debate, but I gave her none.When he’s eighteen, he can decide if he wants the media attention or not.They were aware of this. It was written in the binding contract. Their lawyers had agreed to it since they had been so desperate to restrict my access to him. No press. No pictures. No interviews. Nothing was public until Zayne turned legal. Th

CYRIL’S POVI scowled as I stalked back down the stairs, the weight of their words still hanging in the air like a stench. For a second, I thought they were joking. “Wait, you are serious?” I noticed the firm look in their eyes. Diane shifted to the edge of the chair, proud of herself, while Daniel sat like he’d just handed me a fucking golden ticket. “You really think I’d marry your daughter?” I took a slow step forward. “The same woman who sexually assaulted me, lied about it, and then ran to court to take custody of my son because I wasn’t old enough to fight back?”Daniel scoffed like he was bored. “Quit acting like a child, Cyril. You should’ve grown past all that by now.”Grown past it? The audacity had my blood boiling. Who did Daniel think he was? First, it was threats, now a lame proposal.Just one solid punch to that smug nose of his, and that arrogant look would vanish real quick. Another straight to his chest, and he’d be gasping like a fish out of water. God, I wante