Breaking Daddy's Rules のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

RAINE’S POVMen like Cyril shouldn’t be real. That was the only thought in my head as I sat quietly on the couch, with a glass of water he’d gotten for me wrapped in my hand. My grip tightened around it for a second before placing it back on the side table and handing the contract back to him. He took it without saying a word and gently set it aside. He turned to me and firmly said. “You get access to your trust fund after your birthday,” he stated simply. “You don’t need me to sign anything. It’s yours.” I blinked, completely caught off guard. “Wait… what do you mean by this?”He leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest. “I don’t mean anything by it, Raine. I just want you to have full control of your life. Spread your wings. Fly. Design. Launch. Whatever it is you want to do… I won’t be holding you back.”Butterflies fluttered in my tummy. His voice was calm, but everything about those words felt like goodbye wrapped in polite encouragement. I could feel it, and it scared m

RAINE’S POVMy legs felt like jelly. I didn’t move. I couldn’t.I laid there breathless, I wondered how the hell Cyril had so much energy left in him. The man had just wrecked me, and yet there he was, buttoning his pants so casually.I stared at the literal half-dressed Greek god before me, my gaze lingering on his sculpted chest and amazingly sculpted abs.My eyes followed his chiseled frame across the room, as he grabbed a few documents from the desk and straightened them out. God, my body still tingled, my mind in a haze.Yet Cyril kept shuffling around. Guess all those hours in the gym really paid off for him, I thought to myself.Finally mustering the strength, I sat up and adjusted my skirt. I was about to get down from the desk when Cyril began walking in my direction.My body paused and a shiver ran down my spine. Was he about to pin me down and go again? I was so up for it. I was startled at how insatiable I was.Instead, he lifted me off gently, and carried me towards my be

RAINE’S POVI had barely slept, and crying myself to sleep was making my head bang.My eyes stung from the weight of everything I’d learned recently. From Zayne’s bruised face on the video call I just ended, to the bombshell he dropped. His mom wanted to marry Cyril. And Cyril… he’d said nothing. Not a freaking word.I kept thinking about all the things I didn’t know. About Cyril. About Diane. About everything that had been moving under the surface while I floated around like some clueless idiot, thinking great sex meant we were lovers.The worst part? Knowing Cyril had been hurt in a way that I never would have imagined made my chest ache. I didn’t need the full story. Zayne had told me enough.Cyril had been raped. He also had proof, which was Zayne. Still, after all these years, he never said a word. Like he thought silence was the price for survival.I needed to breathe. Needed to run. So I laced up my sneakers and bolted out of the driveway, past the tall hedges and the marble fo

RAINE’S POVI was done packing. Finally.I’d taken everything that mattered. My clothes, my shoes, my jewelry, my books. I didn’t touch the decorations, the paintings he picked out, or the stupid vase he said reminded him of Italy. All that was left belonged to us, and there was no “us” anymore.The bedroom looked cold without my stuff. Like I’d never even been here.I stood in the middle of it, taking in everything that was left. I told myself I wasn’t going to cry, but a single tear snuck up anyway. I blinked it back fast, furious at myself for even allowing the emotion to rise.No. I was done crying over him. Over all of this. I forced myself to push back everything I was feeling and gather myself together.I stared at myself in the mirror one more time before I walked out of the room with the last of my luggage in hand. The trip down the hallway was another mental battle, and the minute I crossed his study my heart stopped, literally.I walked past it quickly, trying not to think

RAINE’S POVI didn’t expect to feel so... relaxed around him. For someone I just met, it was weird how the silence between us didn’t feel awkward or pressuring. The room gave me space to breathe.Of course, I ruined the quiet by blurting out, “Aren’t you a little too young to be a therapist?”He looked up at me with that soft smile that hadn’t dropped since I got there. “I’m not that young. I’ve been practicing for five years,” he said lightly. “But if that’s not enough for you, I can refer you to someone more experienced.”Crap. My face went hot immediately. “No, I didn’t mean it like that. I just... I was expecting someone older. I’m sorry.”He shook his head. “It’s okay.” Then he leaned back a bit and introduced himself, “Talon Remington.”“I’m Raine,” I responded.He didn’t react, though. He didn’t double-take or ask anything. For some reason, that made me feel weird. I didn’t know if I was relieved or... disappointed.He rested his cup on the table and crossed his legs. “You can