All Chapters of You Broke Me First : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Derek's POVPeter drove the car to the location set for the meeting. He was quiet all through the ride, but I could tell he was troubled as he kept glancing at his wristwatch. “Do you have something important to attend to?” I asked, and he glanced at me through the front mirror. “How long do you think the meeting is going to take? Do you want me to call for more backups?” He asked instead, ignoring my question.“There's no need to call for backup. I'm sure he'll be brief, and he wouldn't want to take me by surprise,” I tried to reassure him. The king of the underworld was none of his fairness, and I was definitely sure he had other things to bother himself with.“But we can't trust him. We needed to expect the worst sometimes, especially from someone we barely know. Besides, what if this is a trap, and you're walking straight into a slaughterhouse? We can't just be too confident and overlook things,” he was right, but at the same time he was being paranoid.“With how you're acting

Rachael's POV I was going to be free at long last...Or so I thought until I felt a hand around my arm holding me in a steel grip and I forced my eyes open. I looked down and found the lower ground still far from reach and I was hanging on the top. I lifted my head to look at the hand holding me up and slowly they went up to those silver eyes that were void of any emotions. He held me tightly and pulled me back to the edge. The wind blew my hair to my face while I stared at him, trying to comprehend the unfathomable look in his eyes.He took an unexpected step towards me and I took a step back but his hand grasped mine before he tugged me closer. "It was a nice stunt you pulled right there," he mumbled with an amused look. This was some kind of entertainment for him and his reaction to it all the time was driving me insane."I told you to try harder but sadly I don't see any progress. You don't seem to improve and it's rather disappointing to see. Put in more effort, maybe then I wi

Third POV In a dimly lit room stood five years old Rachael, hiding in a corner. Noises woke her up from her sleep and she knew what the cause was. She walked downstairs and hid at the corner of the kitchen wall. There she saw her father hurling harsh words at her mother. “You and that useless daughter of yours brought me into this predicament. And that little thing brought me nothing but bad luck,” the man who was supposed to be her father, spoke, and his voice was dripping with venom.“No, you brought this upon yourself. Leave my daughter out of this. You had a lot of money, but you chose to gamble with it and now that you've lost everything, you want to blame it on me and my daughter. Don't you have any shame? Look at how you've destroyed your life by seeking solace in a bottle of alcohol every time you lose,” her mother was quick to defend.Her father gritted his teeth in seething anger. “I was perfectly fine before you showed up. You're no less than a gold digger, and how can I

Third POV There was a heavy tension in the spacious room, but Derek sat there comfortably while staring at the two men sitting across each other. They had been oddly quiet the whole time but without words being spoken, he knew that they were patiently waiting for the other to attack.He had been observing them for a while as they glared daggers at each other. He knew one of them would have to give up, and he suspected Jon Gotti would be the first. The man seemed more disturbed than the other, probably because he had a purpose of being there and keeping quiet wouldn't be profitable in his case. “Where is my cousin?” Jon Gotti's voice broke the silence, moments later proving Derek right all along.IA Capone scoffed. “Your cousin? Well, your cousin is where she belongs, with me,” he replied nonchalantly with a boastful tone that further irked Jon Gotti.“No, she is mine. I would politely ask for you to hand her over,” he said through gritted teeth. His tone wasn't as polite as he int

Third POV Several dishes were laid on the dining table and the sight was pleasing to the eyes. Ivy quickly pulled a seat around the table while scrolling through her phone. "Would Daniel come to join us today? Somehow I believe he has been ignoring us… especially me and that's not what you told me would happen once we come here,'' Ivy whined as she turned to look at Vivian who was trying to conceal her disappointment in her son.She knew this was all her fault for being too confident that her son would notice Ivy and forget all about that ex-wife of his, but even with the discovery that the lady was dead, her son was still distant and everything further escalated. He grew far from them and it bothered her. What else was she supposed to do to gain his attention?She also doubted he would come down for breakfast, he had been stopping by at his mansion occasionally just because they were still around, but it had been six months now and nothing had changed in their communication. He ins