All Chapters of The Billionaire's Breaking Point : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

I'm staring at him, and I think my heart has stopped working. Adam is on his knees in front of me. His eyes are locked on mine with this intense, vulnerable softness. His jaw is clenched tight, like he's actually scared of what I might say.The ring in that black velvet box… oh my God.That's my ring. The same brilliant, ethereal beauty that almost blinds me every time I look at it.Seeing it now, seeing him like this, makes my heart swell with a deep, aching kind of awe."Look at me, Hermione," he says. His voice is so deep and calm it actually steals the air from my lungs. "I know that sometimes, when you do look at me, all you see is a man you loved… who then hurt you in the most terrifying way possible.”“You see a liar. A planner. A cheater… A monster who sent you to a cage."He pauses and I see real pain in his eyes. "I see that hurt in your eyes, and it shreds what's left of my soul every single time."He holds my hand into his and brings me closer."But I'm begging you. No

“This party has been perfect. But my wife and I have something urgent to discuss,” Adam says, sounding totally arrogant and in charge.He says the word ‘wife’ while staring right at me, like I'm some kind of goddess to him.My cheeks flush with a wide smile.Dave groans. “Oh, come on, man! We're about starting a fun game!!”“Discussion my ass,” Zara cackles, wiggling her eyebrows at me.Adam ignores them. He walks straight over to me, the basket still in one hand.He reaches down, his arm sliding behind my back, and he lifts me up. My legs instantly wrap around his waist, my arms going around his neck.He carries me like a baby, turning us toward the private bedroom at the back of the jet.“You’re kidnapping me again,” I whisper into his ear as he walks, the cheers and whistles of our friends disappearing into a murmur.“You love it, don’t you?” he murmurs back.“I do,” I admit, laughing softly.I lean back to look at his face.“You know how to put things together, Adam. This whole n

I walk over to her as she holds out her phone with a weird look on her face.I pick it up and my eyes squint on the bright screen.There's a celebrity gossip blog notification. The headline is in bold, salacious font.HUNTER RAMSEY, HERMIONE BENNETT’S ALLEGED EX-LOVER, NOW TIES KNOT WITH GENEVIEVE ROTHSCHILD, HEIRESS TO ROTHSCHILD GLOBAL.Below the headline is a neat and colorful photo clearly taken by a professional.Hunter is in a sharp white tuxedo. Standing next to him is a young woman with curly blonde hair. She’s wearing a simple white dress that probably cost more than his net worth.They’re standing on the steps of what looks like a courthouse, and they’re both giving this… polite, polished, appropriate smile.I lean in, reading the headline again.An ugly, disbelieving laugh huffs out of me. “You have got to be kidding me.”“Two weeks,” Zara says. “Two. Weeks. After he tried to choke you out in a tunnel, this bastard goes and gets himself a whole new wife.”“And not just any

{HERMIONE}Just a step forward and I hear a weird uproar from the crowd. It doesn’t sound like a happy cheer. It sounds like they just saw something terrifying, but everybody is weirdly staring right at me and I don’t understand.My stomach starts burning hot. What exactly is wrong?“Hermione!” Zara’s tiny hiss comes from beside me and I turn to look at her.But before my gaze can land on Zara, it lands on someone else.My soul flies out of my body and I almost lose my heart to a violent thud.“God!” I hold the flowers in one hand and hold my chest with the other.I still can’t keep up with the fact that he looks just like Adam. For a single second, I thought Adam just appeared beside me while he was still standing at the altar.He gets close enough and stands just beside me, his face unreadable.“You… what are you doing here?” I ask, making sure my voice is hard and pretending enough. He gives me a dark and amused smirk that curves his cheeks with dimples. Then he looks over at m

{ADAM} 6 HOURS LATER“Mrs. Hilton… Why are you punishing me?” I ask, opening the car door for her.She turns to me with a wicked grin. “You naughty boy, patience is a virtue.”Just as she’s about to climb the large jeep for the desert ride, I grab her hand and drag her close to me.“Baby, why can't I touch my wife yet?” I ask, rubbing her body against mine, so she can feel this hunger that's wrecking my fucking sanity.“Because you can wait for at least a few hours, Adam.”“We're in Dubai. When we're done with this ride, you're gonna have me. Over, and over, and over again.” Her voice drops to a dangerous tease and my dick stands a little too erect.“Fuck! This is cruel!” I groan, and she throws her head back to laugh at me. She enjoys watching me break for her.“Locking me up in the bathroom of our jet to change your wedding gown, and then when I'm out you're wearing a perfectly zipped leather jacket? You know that's fucking torture, right?”“Mmmmhhh I love torturing you, baby,” she