All Chapters of The Billionaire's Breaking Point : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

"Whooooaaaah!" The crowd roars the moment Zara turns her back to leave.All eyes snap back to me, standing utterly alone in the middle of the aisle, my dress train lying on the floor like a discarded flag. The silence that follows is deafening, and I can only hear the sound of my own pulse, ringing loudly in my ears.I can't even look up. My eyes just keep blinking, totally avoiding the eyes of the audience. The first hand embarrassment gives me a nauseating and dizzying feeling. But I plant my heels firm on the rug, even though my head is a blank space. I don't know what will happen next. I don't know what I'll do next.Hunter quickly leaves the altar and starts walking toward me, his hand still outstretched. His expression is a strained mix of understanding and desperate determination. I think I've driven him to his breaking point, and I feel really, really bad.But the way he's approaching me... it feels weird. Like he's coming to drag me forward.*Watch how he celebrates losin

“Let her fucking go!” Zara’s voice echoes around the tunnel, and my eyes fly open.The tightness in my chest eases a little when I see her standing there, her phone held up high.Hunter’s grip on my neck doesn’t loosen. “Or what?” he groans, his gaze still burning into me with pure hatred.“Or what?” Zara snaps.“Or the five police officers still at the venue get a live stream of you strangling an innocent woman! Let her go, right now!”Hunter’s gaze shifts from me to Zara and then back to me. I see the calculation in his eyes, the moment he realizes he can't do shit at this moment.He drops me immediately.My body lands on the asphalt, and my knees scrape against the rough ground. Loud coughs hurl out of my throat nonstop as I grab my neck, gasping for the air he stole from me.He stands over me for a second, his shoes stepping on my white gown.“Just make sure I don’t fucking lay eyes on you ever again! You fucking slut!” he spits out.Then he turns, hops into his car, and slams t

{HERMIONE}"Thank fucking God!" I breathe out as the queue finally clears up after a long, excruciating hour of sitting in this traffic.I just need to get home and crash out for like twelve hours before we even start preparing for our trip to Bali.I'm so fucking stressed, and I almost fell asleep while meeting with the team today.A weak laugh pulls out of me and I shake my head. The embarrassment from yesterday was morbid and totally unbearable.Cyndy's face was so funny. It was filled with shock and pity and a silent 'WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED YESTERDAY?!' scream.Thank goodness I'm blessed with a team that's so kind. I almost got crippled worrying about how they were gonna judge me for having a messed-up life and always having my face on the headlines.But their words actually snapped me back to life.And that fucking con artist.Now that his whole scheme is out in the open, I'm finally rid of him.But a part of my heart still hurts. I've been with a man like that all this time and

"You're judging me too much, babe. I never judged you for loving your total crisis of an ex-husband." Zara's voice comes out from the bathroom, all muffled from the toothpaste foam in her mouth.I roll my eyes because I'm so tired of explaining this shit to her. My knees are actually hurting from too much kneeling on this hard floor. I’ve been trying to put all our half-packed suitcases and scattered clothes together for the past hour, and I finally have to just sit down on the floor."Babe, you ain't saying anything?" she asks, her voice a little clearer now."What do you want me to say, Zara?" I sigh, leaning back against my bed. "He's got a terrifying past. He kidnapped me and my sister. Like, about two weeks ago, I'm pretty sure he wanted us dead. And oh, I must have missed the delicious part. The police are still after him."I shake my head, talking more to myself than to her. "How is that hot to you, babe? THAT MAN'S DANGEROUS!!!""Ohhhh, bitch, that's super fucking hot!”“Di

My period came out last night. Just a single, stupid drop after a whole week of waiting for it. And since that one drop last night, there’s been nothing.My stomach caves in with panic. I take the clean pad out and flush it down the toilet, washing my hands in the tap.I quickly shut the bathroom door and rush back outside.I sit back down and my masseur starts again on my feet.“What the heck did you go to do?” Zara asks, her eyes closed in bliss.“My period is acting weird,” I tell her, keeping my voice low. “First, it was a week late. Then it finally came out last night, but it was just one drop. And since last night… till now, nothing.”“Stress!” Zara screams, like she’s diagnosing a disease. “Mine skips whenever I’m stressed.” She suddenly starts counting on her fingers. “The court case, getting kidnapped by... my future husband—” I roll my eyes so hard, this girl's fucking insane.“And oh, a fucking wedding! Bitch, we’ve been on a rollercoaster of events and it’s all thanks