All Chapters of Breaking Her at Thanksgiving: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Ronan followed the man through what was supposed to be the courtyard, his shoes crunching against gravel and broken glass.And the deeper they went into the complex, the worse it looked.Rust crawled over the railings, and water dripped from exposed pipes overhead.Somewhere above, a couple screamed at each other in a language he barely caught before a child burst through the hallway, laughing with a torn football tucked under his arm.Ronan stepped to the side immediately, narrowly missing him.The old man glanced back once, amused by the look on Ronan’s face.“Not what you expected, right?” He asked.Ronan just stared back at him until the man faced forward again and continued towards a narrow staircase.The stairs were cracked, the railings were shaking, and even though Ronan could bet it was going to give out any minute, the old man walked very confidently, not bothering to seek support from the wall with peeling paint and damp patches.But Ronan was extra careful not to apply too

Some female talk show was on that night. The volume high enough to drown out whatever thought was running through your mind and replace it with a discussion about whether women suffered as much as men.But that did nothing to Solène’s mind.Her eyes weren’t even on the television. They were down on her laptop. One hand moving swiftly on the keyboard, the other hand holding her phone like a lifeline.“Lay low.” Mr Laurent’s voice echoed in her head.Then her phone chimed with a notification.“Ma’am, I’ve drafted a few additional emergency designs for Paris.” The message from Miss Wells read.The side of Solene’s lips twitched, something close to pride spreading across her chest.Her eyes flicked to the date on her phone.Less than two weeks left until Paris. And somehow, it still felt like some secret only her company knew.There was this nervous feeling in her stomach each time she remembered it. And that was aside from the fact that the encounter with Linda still haunted her, even t

“You'll only speak when you're asked to." Raphael said firmly. “Am I clear?" Mr Laurent didn't respond, he just sat on his knees, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, staining his shirt as he stared back at Raphael.Defiance shimmered in his eyes. But he didn't dare say a word.That made Raphael grin. “Good boy." He tapped him lightly on his cheek and stood up, turning away again.He took another drag of his cigarette and stared out across the city."You know, you're right.” He said casually, smoke curling from his lips. "I do have nothing.”Mr Laurent didn't respond."So that means, I clearly have nowhere to go.” He turned around again. "I can do this all fucking day."Mr Laurent tried to swallow, tried to blink through the fog in his eyes. Then he spat a mouthful of blood onto the concrete. “Your brother is much better than you."“God," Raphael groaned, running a hand over his face. “Do people have meetings where they practice that line?" No one spoke.Then he sighed dram

“Who did this?” Solène asked, her voice sharpened slightly, as anger coursed through her veins.Ronan looked from her face to Mr Laurent’s battered one, then back to her again, his jaw tightening even more.Solène caught the look instantly. “I know you know who did this, Ronan. Talk to me.”“They saw Doug leaving his office yesterday.” She frowned, her fingers twitching against the strap of her bag. “Who is Doug?” Ronan hesitated, letting out a sigh. “Douglas Pierce. He’s this guy who used to work for us. Before he…shifted gears.”“Us,” Solene picked out immediately, her eyes narrowing. “Who is us?”Ronan stared at her and didn’t respond for a second, the steady beeping of the machines filling the silence.But Solene’s frown deepened as she stepped closer, reminding herself to keep her voice down so she didn’t cause unnecessary alarm.“Ronan, who did Doug used to work for, and how the hell does he know Mr Laurent?” “My brother,” the words left his mouth before he could stop them. T

The office sat in silence for a moment. The only sound coming in being the faint honk from cars below the building, his eyes fixed on his friend seated across from him.Because if he was being honest, Raphael was pissing him off more than he wanted to address, and there were only a few ways he could handle this without burning the entire city with it.Micheal scoffed, his eyes finally shifting from the will in his hands to Ronan’s face. “Man, your wife is badass.” He said with a small smile. “How the hell did she manage to keep this from everyone?”Ronan didn’t respond, he just watched him slide the will towards him again.“I mean, this isn’t something you just shove in a drawer and shut.” Micheal added. “There are names on there. Did Atlas really have that many properties?”“That’s not important.” Ronan said, pulling the file towards himself. “What’s important is that my brother’s probably after everything on here and he’s going to fight for it like the asshole he is.”There was a b