All Chapters of YOU WRECKED ME : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

VERA'S P.O.V The room got quieter with every move. Other than the server, who moved around, refilling our glasses scotch, no one else had mentioned a thing. The pot in the middle was growing larger now, with stacks of chips piling up under the light. No one was smiling anymore, well, except me. Not because I wasn't nervous, but because I was having fun. The dealer placed the final card in the middle—the river. This was it, the last chance to bet. The man in the dark suit exhaled through his nose and shoved in a heavy stack of chips—a very heavy stack. A bet meant to intimidate and make everyone else back down. The silver-haired man stared at the table for a long moment. He emptied his glass of scotch, rubbed his chin, then folded. That left just him and me. As I looked at my two cards again, I could feel everyone's eyes on me. I looked at the five shared cards in the middle. Then at him, the silver-haired man. He held my gaze, clearly trying to stare me down. My hea

HUNTER’S P.O.V "Behind you, Hunter. He's behind you!" I grabbed my struggling mother, ignoring her warning screams, whatever it was, whoever it was I couldn't see them. "Behind you!" I spun around, the masked man finally revealing himself. He raised his metal rod high, swinging it clean to the side of my head. *** “Hunter!” Someone grabbed and shook me repeatedly, like I had been asleep for too long, and begged me to wake up. My eyes flew open, and I sucked in a sharp breath so violently it burned my chest. “He’s awake,” a voice said quickly. Everything around me was blurred at first. White blinding lights and fast movement of things I didn’t understand. Then the shapes slowly started making sense. A drip bag hung beside the bed. A heart monitor beeped steadily to my left. There was a metal trolley near the wall, lined with medical equipment. The sharp scent of antiseptic filled the air. I was in a fucking hospital. Two nurses moved toward me immediately. One ch

VERA'S P.O.V Hunter’s head rested on my lap, his eyes fixed on mine. My hand lay gently against his forehead, brushing his overgrown hair away from his face. Just above his eyebrow, a fresh scar cut through his skin, and my fingers traced it delicately. I’m not a horrible person, at least, I was nice enough to come here and take care of him. But there’s this urge, the ugly urge to press my fingers into that scar and make it bleed again. To watch him suffer. Just a little. For everything he’s done to me. “What are you thinking about?” He whispered, his dark brown eyes blinking with curiosity. I pulled my hand away, sliding out of bed. “Nothing." Hunter sat up, watching me, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. Since the hospital, I haven’t said a word—until now. I glanced around the room, moving farther away from the bed. "Are you leaving?” He asked. I turned back to him, shaking my head. “No, Hunter. I’ll take a shower, then I’ll leave.” I didn’t wait for a resp

VERA’S P.O.V My palms were always sweaty when I was nervous—except I didn’t need to be. If I was scared this morning, before the interview, that would make sense. Or during the interview, when a million questions were thrown at me? Definitely. But not now, when the interview was finally over. I had done well. I knew I had. Walking out of that room, I was certain the internship was mine. So why was I still anxious? I was seated in the furnished reception of the B “N” D Law firm. That was when my phone rang. Daddy’s assistant—McLaren I answered immediately. “Vera, your father would like to see you. Now,” McLaren said. My brows pulled together. “Now? You told him didn't you. You told them I was with, Hunter." "That's not the case. I didn't tell him. I have no idea why he's calling. Stay where you are. The driver is already on the way.” The line went dead before I could ask anything else. A knot formed in my stomach. How did they know I was here? When the call c

VERA’S P.O.V “Your father wants you home,” McLaren came to inform me after the close of work. “I've told you before, McLaren. I'm not going home. Besides, my friend is already on her way to take me,” I said. “She’ll be here any minute.” “Then she can come along.” "I'm not going, end of discussion. You don't have to lie about it being daddy's request, it changes nothing. But I'm pretty sure it's mummy's, seeing you work for her now," I spat irritably. "Vera, I'm just trying to do my job. Don't be difficult." "Your job? Remind me, McLaren, what is your job?" He let out an eye roll and no response. "I saw daddy yesterday, and if he wanted me home, he would have said so." McLaren ignored me, speaking to the large man instead. "I'll find a different vehicle. Once her friend gets here, take them both to the Havens mansion." Before I could process a thought, reached for my arm firmly, making me wince. "Are you crazy?" I screamed. "Get off me!" "Sorry, Vera. Look, here c