บททั้งหมดของ Breaking Her at Thanksgiving: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

“Shouldn’t you be home or something?” Ronan asked, staring at her like he could burn the mask off her face.Hannah shot him a look. “I can’t pay the bills sitting at home.” That made Ronan raise a brow.She held his gaze for a moment, then rolled her eyes.“Alright, fine. Just because I make enough money here doesn’t mean I want to sit around all day.” She leaned back in the chair. “Stripping helps me forget my sad fucking life.”She paused, then a sly smile crept onto her lips as her fingers brushed Raphael’s arm.“Well…it was sad until you—”“Don’t do that here,” Ronan cut in before they could kiss again.Hannah just rolled her eyes and pulled back.“Are you actually going to talk,” Raphael muttered, “or are you just going to sit there looking all cool and flashy?”Both Ronan and Hannah looked at him.He frowned immediately. “What?”“You’re not supposed to be here.” Ronan finally said.“Says who?”“I didn’t ask for you.” Ronan said firmly. “Walk away, Raphael.”Raphael’s jaw clench

“Dinner. Tomorrow night. Just you…” “You work too hard, you know that, right?” Solène scoffed softly, forcing down the smile threatening to pull at her lips as she tried to focus on the laptop balanced on her thighs.After realizing Ronan had tricked her into agreeing to dinner, she’d told herself she’d only accepted because she was tired.Tired of the tension, tired of pretending things were normal when every room in the house felt stretched thin with things left unsaid.And honestly? She was tired of herself.Still, there was no denying that Ronan had been smooth as hell, and he was very much aware of what he’d done as he’d kissed her forehead that morning, reminding her about their dinner like he hadn’t manipulated her until the night before.Now she’d stayed home, trying to prove to him, and maybe herself, that she could take a break from work if she wanted to.Instead, she’d ended up pulling out her laptop after receiving one text from Mae.Deep down, though, she was looking fo

The night was chilly when Solene stepped out of the car, her hand placed firmly in Ronan’s as they walked towards the glass doors of the building.And in no time, they were checked in, seated at the table Ronan had reserved.The restaurant overlooked the city—glass walls stretched from floor to ceiling, reflecting the soft gold lights and the dark sky outside.A violinist played somewhere in the distance, low enough to not interrupt and annoy conversations, while the waiters moved quietly between tables like they’d be trained to never disturb rich people in love or pretending to be.Solène sat across from Ronan, her back straight, hair neat and glossy with no strand out of place, and make-up applied perfectly to fit the occasion.Her hand was curled loosely around the stem of her wineglass while her untouched food rested neatly on her plate.She exhaled, lifting her eyes.The place was beautiful, she’d give them that. The flowers, candles…expensive wine.Even the menu was custom and h

“...and inheritance rights to A.G.F studios and all his future expansions under the parent fashion holdings.”Solène re-read that line again and again. Too many times to be considered healthy.Each word carved deeper into her chest until breathing started to feel uncomfortable.The first time shed seen that clause seven years ago, she’d frowned in confusion. Ane even when the lawyer had read it to her, he’d looked puzzled while reading it aloud in that cold office after Atlas’s death.Because just like her, he knew Atlas had no child.That clause shouldn’t have been there in the first place. And at that time, she’d brushed it aside.She’d assumed he’d written it during one of his hopeful periods before the illness got worse. One of those days where he convinced himself that he’d recover, get married to Linda and have children someday.But now…a bitter scoff escaped Solene. Now she understood better.Seven years ago, she should have questioned the clause harder. Maybe reached out to

The house was slightly noisy with the occasional clashing of pots and pans coming from the kitchen, and Katie playing loudly in the living room like she was trying to outshine the noise from the kitchen. But no matter how hard Hannah tossed silverware onto the sink, and how long she left the water running loudly in the sink, she could stop the voices in her head. The one screaming how wrong she was in the entire story. She definitely didn't want Solene to find out like that. And genuinely, she didn't mean to respond that way.But seeing that look on Solène's face, she'd panicked. She was scared and at that moment, she didn't know what else to do and…“Urgh!" She slammed her hand against the counter.Katie jerked on the ground where she sat, her head snapping towards the kitchen.“Mummy?" She called quietly, her grip weak on the neck of the teddy bear she was holding.But something was raging inside Hannah and she just wanted to pour it all out at once.She was angry, tired and anno