All Chapters of The Billionaire's Breaking Point : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“We need to look at every single loophole in the evidence,” Mr. Davis says with a heavy voice. “If we don’t pick every single thing apart, we’ll be shooting ourselves in the foot for tomorrow.”I feel my insides start to boil with panic. My foot won’t stop tapping under the large table and my fingers keep twisting my necklace.“I’m not trying to scare us,” he continues, “but we need every detail studied. We don’t win a case like this just by having monstrous evidence against Adam Hilton.”Hunter's pacing slowly behind my chair. Ms. Croft is typing on her laptop. I haven’t spoken since we got here. I just sit and watch them pull my life apart, trying to find more proof.“In fact,” Mr. Davis says, looking right at Hunter, “we’re not fighting Mr. Hilton. We are up against Leo Thatcher.”“A man who will get paid billions if he clears Adam’s name and pins the blame on Hermione in the end.”He looks back at all of us. “You’re not fighting some regular street guy. You’re fighting a man who

The judge looks over at Adam’s table, and his eyes scan the empty space around him like he’s trying to find a person who isn’t there.“Mr. Hilton. The court record shows you are named as the defendant in this matter. I see you are… unaccompanied?”We all look at Adam. He doesn’t say anything. “Are we to understand you are waiving your right to legal representation, Mr. Hilton?” the judge asks again.This can’t be real. Why the hell is he all alone? Where's his team?Adam finally lifts his head. The air in the room goes completely still, everyone waiting to hear what he will say.“Yes, your Honor,” he says.The judge sits back in his big chair and releases a loud breath. He sounds more tired than angry. “Son, I have to advise you strongly against this course of action. You are facing very serious allegations. This is not a traffic court.”“It is a necessity to ensure a fair process by having a legal representative by your side.” The judge keeps explaining.His words are big and the

I finally look in his direction and his car is already gone from the spot.Hunter's still speaking with Davis and Ms. Croft.I don't know how I could have done without his support. Except of course his foolish paparazzi thing.I turn to Zara to continue our conversation."A restraining order is in place. It also means I can't contact him and he can't contact me.""It means if he sees me on the way, he shouldn't say anything, or approach me.""We're both gonna pass each other, like we're fucking strangers."Zara scoffs and starts laughing. "Fucking wild!"Hunter starts walking towards us with a smile."Heyyy.""What's up sweetie!" He hugs me tight against his body."You've been running around making sure things end well today, Hunter. I gotta treat you to something nice." I breathe out, heaving the 1000th sigh of relief.Hunter smiles. "I look forward to that!" he whispers."So... what did Mr. Davis say?""Oh nothing much. I was just...making sure the bastard will get served his jail t

"What do you really want, sweetie? A year from now, two years, the future? What have you always desired?" he asks, with a tone so calm it's soothing.And in that moment, my mind flies to when I met Adam and how much I wanted us to be.I wanted to be a wife, but the craziest part was that… I wanted to be a mother real soon too.I've never experienced a family before. I don't know what it's like to have a father smiling at his kids, or a mom wiping their nose and preparing them for school.At home, Mom always had me do stuff for myself, even at a tender age, or the housemaid would do it. But for some reason, they gave it all to Kareen—the attention, the love.Everything shattered a year after Mom died, on my seventeenth birthday.Dad tried to… he…No. My head shakes aggressively. He doesn't deserve to be called my dad. He is just… Silas Bennett and nothing more. I have never had a dad. Not when he became a predator to his child. My heart caves in each time I remember what he tried

I was gonna meet you in Dubai.The thought echoes in my head as I stare at my phone. I wanted to know the real you. I wanted to know the truth you've been hiding, the truth you were finally willing to tell me.God, I was hoping. I was hoping that somehow, knowing this truth would fix us. I hoped that… I'd find my heart again somewhere in between your words and forgive everything we've been through, so we could have a future with a clean slate.That's what I secretly desired, as stupid as it sounds.But what did you do? You came at me, threatened me, and tried to crush my wrist. You tried to get me vulnerable with a text, and when you thought it didn't work, you resorted to putting your hands on me.A tear streaks down my cheek as I look at my red, swollen wrist. It's still giving me a dull ache from last night. At the same time, I'm staring at the text he sent me. ‘To the only woman I’d go on my knees for.’It was all a setup to get me vulnerable, so he could feed me more lies.I