All Chapters of YOU WRECKED ME : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

VERA'S P.O.V Hunter pulled me into the sanctuary of an empty bathroom, the only place we could find some privacy away from the security and escorts following us everywhere. The moment the door shut, isolating us from the noise outside, he put his hands on my hips and hoisted me onto the edge of the sink so his eyes could meet mine. The dam broke. Through a blur of tears, I poured my heart out, telling him the whole story about my parents. I told him how they both treated me when we were alone, and about the last incident with Mummy that had forced me to pack my bags, move in with Ellie, and eventually get my own place. Hunter didn’t interrupt me. He just listened, letting me get everything off my chest, only speaking when I needed a moment to breathe. When I was finally done, he held my hands firmly. "I’m not going to pretend I know what it’s like to be caught in the middle of two parents you love," he said quietly. "I never had that. But I do know what it’s like to feel total

HUNTER'S P.O.VI raised my hand before the thought had fully formed, flagging down a server to request some water on Vera’s behalf. Before the server could even set the glasses down, McLaren intercepted, arranging them neatly on our table before stepping back to stand behind us. He was close enough to hear our every breath. Close enough to intervene the moment I stepped out of line.The host’s voice echoed through the room. “Our first lot this evening is a rare nineteenth-century French estate clock, graciously donated by the Windsor collection…”With that, the auction commenced in earnest. Paddles shot up, and the bids climbed rapidly. Vera let out a yawn, quickly stifling it with both hands before leaning into my side. It was three in the morning; she had endured an exhausting day followed by an even longer night. Yet, she hadn't uttered a single complaint about wanting to leave. Even after the way I had treated her, she still chose to love me, remaining forgiving. I did not deser

HUNTER’S P.O.VAfter having the blood forcefully wiped from my cheek and being dusted off to look as though I hadn't just been thoroughly roughed up, I was escorted back to the ballroom. Vera was already seated with her father, the two of them locked in a cheerful conversation. Vera’s eyes lit up the moment she spotted me, but her joy instantly vanished as I drew nearer. I pressed a hand to my temple; a sharp, piercing migraine was already throbbing violently behind my eyes.“Hey, are you okay?” She asked, her voice laced with worry.Mr Haven shot me a warning look, his expression hardening into stone.“I’m fine. Just exhausted... Can we leave?” I muttered.Vera nodded eagerly and turned to her father, whose smile had already returned. She didn't even have to say a word; he nodded affectionately, offering a warm smile as he handed her her clutch. After kissing her father's cheek, she sprang to her feet. I reached out to take her hand, but she froze, her gaze dropping to my fingers.

HUNTER'S P.O.VMcLaren stood in the shadow of a stacked pallet, arms folded, watching the forklift carefully lower another crate. I remained three paces behind him, maintaining absolute silence since being brought to the warehouse following my meeting with Mr Haven. Mr Haven had barely acknowledged the events at the gala; he simply moved on to the next major operation as if yesterday’s drama were already ancient history. His only instruction was that McLaren needed an assistant, and that I was being promoted. Just like that, I found myself stationed in a warehouse, overseeing the transit of hundreds of crates of firearms.My gaze shifted from the crates to the exit, then to the two armed guards by the loading bay, before repeating the circuit."You see that side door? The one with the broken lock," McLaren said, without granting me so much as a glance. "When they start loading the final three crates onto the truck, head over there. Inspect the alley and count the vehicles. If any car

VERA’S P.O V “I’ll take you home, but that’ll be it,” Hunter whispered, shaking his head desperately, begging me to stop crying. I smacked his arms violently away from my face, not wanting any contact from him. “Take me home and then what?” I demanded. “Tell me. Don’t be a fucking coward; don’t write me any note. Tell me exactly what happens after you drop me off.” Hunter stepped back, his hands dropping limply to his side. “Just read the note,” he said inaudibly. “Read the note?” I scoffed. “You keep saying that; I’ve read it hundreds time.” My hands scrambled through my bag, pulling out the very note he had left for me. “Nothing’s working, Vera, and though I said things were always better with you, it still doesn’t mean you have to sit and endure—” “Vera, stop.” “—I’ve made a huge mistake last night, and I can’t seem to fix it. The best way it can be resolved is if we continue to keep our distance... What is this, Hunter? What mistake have you made that the onl