All Chapters of Breaking Daddy's Rules: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

RAINE’S POVIt had been two weeks. Two empty, long weeks since I last heard Cyril’s voice.I’d tried calling him a few times the day I moved in, but he never picked up. Not once. He didn’t even bother to call me back. Instead, he sent a word.“Busy”That was it. No “hey,” no “sorry,” not even a goddamn period at the end. Just ‘busy’, like I wasn’t worth a well typed message.I swear, the lackadaisical tone the word interpreted packed a punch. I stared at it for like minutes straight, trying not to lose my mind.I wanted to reply with a hundred questions—Busy with what? Busy with who? Are you okay? Do you still care?But I held back.I typed “okay,” sent it, and stared at the screen like some heartbroken idiot.Now, two weeks later, I was still stuck in the same loop. I missed him. I knew I was going to miss him when we were apart, but not like this. Not with this aching silence pressing my chest.I sighed and dragged myself off the couch, brushing chip crumbs off my pajama shorts. The

RAINE’S POVI honestly didn’t even want to go. The idea of a frat party sounded exhausting and chaotic, but Chloe had already laid out three different outfits on her bed and was halfway through styling her locsChloe and I had sneaked out of my penthouse and went to her place. A small studio apartment, totally avoiding Otto and the bodyguard on duty. With all the chaos she’d managed to create in such a small space, I wondered how she functioned in all that clutter. It suddenly made much more sense for her to come live with me.I sat on the edge of the bed, twirling a bobby pin between my fingers and wondering if I could back out last minute without sounding like a total killjoy. But then I had to consider how important this party could be.Tyler made it clear it was a good marketing strategy, and I reminded myself that I needed to go out more.I used to be outside every week before but I was starting to enjoy being in my own space. Especially since annoying Cyril was no longer on the

CYRIL’S POVThe guy looked down at Raine, then back at me.“Who the hell are you?” He asked, in a deep voice if he thought speaking like that was supposed to scare me.I stared him down. “Someone you should walk the fuck away from before you find out the hard way why people don’t talk to me like that.” I finally said.He didn’t move.I stepped closer, lowering my voice until it was sharp enough to draw blood. “Put. Her. Down. Or I’ll fucking make you.”We stared at each other for a few seconds. Then he raised a brow at me, arms still wrapped around Raine like he had any goddamn right.“Why should I?” he asked, tone cocky. “I’m here to help her get home.”I scoffed and moved closer, the weight of my voice enough to make lesser men piss themselves. “I’m her legal guardian. Hand her over.”He didn’t budge. Instead, the smug fuck pulled out his phone and shoved it in my face. “Raine called and asked that I pick her up. And last I checked, she’s legal and old enough to decide who helps her

CYRIL’S POVRaine didn’t answer my question. I watched as she scrambled with her phone for a few seconds. My brows lifted, my patience slipping, and just when I was about to speak, I caught my reflection in the mirror.Damn, I looked pissed. No wonder she hadn’t said a word. I loosened my face a bit and tried to ease the tension in my jaw. Maybe if I didn’t look like I was ready to tear someone apart, she’d talk. But when my eyes drifted back to Raine, she was still glued to her phone.I exhaled sharply, hoping it would capture her attention but it didn’t.“Do you have a test or something ?” I finally asked.If school was the reason she wanted to leave, I could in some donations to get her the day off. Hell, I’d pull strings if I had to.She looked like she’d been hit by a damn truck last night, and I wasn’t about to have her dragging herself through some lecture hall, not when she hadn’t even seen the headlines yet. I had them taken down, but Twitter was at it again.But Raine shook

RAINE’S POVThe second I got back, I plugged in my phone. It must’ve died on my ride back.I kicked my shoes off and headed upstairs, tossing my jacket somewhere near the stairs. As I moved around the penthouse, there was no sign of Chloe. I frowned.That was weird. I figured she’d be here by now, curled up in her blanket with a face mask on, whining about how much her feet hurt.I guessed she was probably at Tyler’s place. Or maybe still wrapped up with the guy she’d been hooking up with yesterday. Chloe never really had to explain herself, and honestly, I never asked.I envied that about her sometimes, how she made everything seem simple. She made mistakes, shrugged them off, and kept moving without any care in the world.Sometimes, I wish my life were like Chloe’s. Definitely not easier, but simpler. No contracts, no power plays, no being thrown into a world where every move felt like it was being watched or judged.When we met back in high school, most students in the boarding sch