All Chapters of YOU WRECKED ME : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

VERA'S P.O.V Hunter's palm struck my cheek, forcing my head to snap to the side. For a split second, there was nothing, just a ringing white noise flooding my ears—then the sting came hot. "What do you want from me?" My boyfriend questioned. "Hunter," I whispered, my voice inaudible. "I'm here now Vera, what do you want from me?" He repeated. My mind scrambled and my thoughts tripped over each other. What answer did I have to that? I had many answers because I wanted many things from Hunter. *I want a man who loves me. I want this to stop. I want you to treat me right, and if you don't, I want out.* But I knew better than to say any of that. "Nothing," I cried instead, too afraid to confront him. The look in his dark brown eyes changed, not anger exactly, but something much worse. Hunter lunged towards me; his fingers closed around my throat before I could even gasp. He drove me into the wall, claiming every inch of space around me—the impact rattling

VERA'S P.O.V Hunter's hands grabbed the sides of my face. He bent to meet me, taking my lips into his. His kiss was soft. It lingered on my lips even after he pulled back. He dipped in again, consuming them once more, this time, our tongues battled for control. His was more dominant as it pushed through my throat. His hands dropped to my neck, encircling it. I ignored the sting of pain I felt. Enjoying the taste of his hot, wet mouth. He tried to pull away, but I didn't let him. I bite down hard on his bottom lip, dragging it out. It was about time I fought for myself and punish him for everything he'd done, he deserved to feel the same pain I felt. Hunter growled against my lips. He sucked hard on my tongue, mumbling the words "Fucking perfect," against me. I'm not hurting him, only pleasuring him more. He pulled back, and I let him go, not biting him down like before. "Open," he said, his hand still gripped my neck. My mouth opened and Hunter salivated, spitting i

HUNTER'S P.O.VI woke up with a skull-splitting headache which drilled behind my eyes. The room tilted, swayed, then slowly stilled as my vision adjusted. I lay there, breathing through the nausea, waiting for the world to stop punishing me.When I finally turned my head, Vera wasn't beside me. I looked towards the bathroom, the door was shut.*Probably showering.*She stepped out, her body was wrapped in a white towel and her wet hair dripped onto her bare shoulders. She moved strangely, almost floating on her toes as she headed straight for the window."Vera," I started to say.She drew the curtains and sunlight flooded the room, blinding me and cutting my sentence short."Jesus..."I shielded my face with my arm, blinking through the burn.Vera didn't look at me, she didn't say anything. She just tiptoed, like she was avoiding landmines— then I saw why. Freshly painted toenails, probably not wanting them to smudge. "It's almost seven," she finally said, her voice flat. "Aren't y

VERA'S P.O.V The truck door closed, and the slam ripped me out of sleep. I blinked awake into darkness. The sky was ink‑black, the sort that swallowed everything. It was late, almost eleven o'clock in the evening. Hunter's silhouette moved past the window, heading to wake me."Sorry I woke you, we're here."I sat up slightly, disoriented, staring out at the place I still called home. The mansion stood tall and intimidating, glowing under warm outdoor lights. The last time I was here, everything looked and felt different, Hunter and I came to have dinner with my parents. This time, he was letting me go. My gaze caught the neatly trimmed edges forming the letters VH, my family's initials: Vincent Haven, Vivian Haven, and me... Vera Haven. The new design was definitely my mother's touch. She loved anything dramatic and overly sentimental. Even bushes. Hunter moved to the back of the truck, unloading the few things I brought with me. He came to get the door, and I stepped out, holdi