All Chapters of YOU WRECKED ME : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

HUNTER'S P.O.VI shook out my pills into my hand, eyeing them for a moment before throwing them into my mouth, then chased it down with water, swallowing hard.I loosened the choking tie I had on all day and relaxed in the seat.It had been a full day of lectures, work and therapy. The session had left me emotionally hollow, and my packed schedule right after leaving Dr Raymond's office completely robbed me of the time to sit with my own thoughts. I wouldn’t say the session changed me significantly, but it was definitely better than the last session. Instead of terminating all future appointments, I found myself extending them, giving therapy one last chance. I'd call that a small win.I cut the engine, ready to head inside to either collapse into a long nap or finally unpack my thoughts on Raymond. That plan evaporated the moment I noticed a sleek black car idling a few spaces ahead.The car was entirely unfamiliar. It didn't belong to any of my neighbours, nor did it match anyone e

VERA'S P.O.VFood was one of the fastest ways to my heart, and Hunter knew it. I stopped dead in my tracks when I found him carefully plating a massive spread of takeout. I stood there watching him, completely lost for words.It was eleven o'clock—only minutes until midnight—and I had assumed he was long gone. Because he hadn’t driven his jeep, there’d been no engine to listen for, no way to know whether he’d left. I’d spent hours in my room working on a course assignment, studying, and picking at the snacks I kept stashed by the bed because I was too lazy (and too stubborn) to go looking for real food.The entire time, Hunter had been out here, quiet as a grave. He must have slipped over to answer the door for the delivery guy, moving around the kitchen without making a single sound.“What do you think you're doing?” I glared.He paused, wiping his hands on a cloth napkin before looking up at me. “I ordered you dinner,” he said, gesturing to the feast spread across the counter.“Hunt

VERA’S P.O.V"Jesus fucking Christ, Vera! You’ve gotta stop screaming every time you see me."Ginger kitten scrambled off Hunter’s lap, shivering for dear life from my sudden outburst."See? You scared orange ball away," he muttered.I stood frozen, clutching my purse to my chest, eyes darting all over, heart racing like crazy at my surprise guest. "What are you doing here?" I demanded, my voice trembling. "This needs to stop, Hunter. You’re scaring me."He rose from my bed, stretching to his full height before sauntering toward me. His gaze was steady, and I found myself looking him over in return, finally noticing his attire. He was dressed in a sharp black tuxedo paired with a grey embroidered tie—the one I had bought him last year. His hair was slicked back in an elegant style that made his features appear more defined than usual.A slow smile tugged at his lips. "You’re my date to the company dinner tonight. I told you that the last time I broke in.""Hunter, I did not agree t

VERA'S P.O.VI sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, under the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Hunter’s hands rested in my lap, still wrapped in the thick, yellowish hospital bandages he had worn for a whole week. He flinched the moment I mentioned taking them off; he knew it would be painful and was dreading it. However, we were going out for dinner, and he couldn't leave those old things on.“Ready?” I asked, my voice low.He gave a short nod, his jaw tight. “Yeah. Just… go slow.”I started with his right hand, carefully peeling away the outer layer of gauze. When the adhesive tugged at the fine hairs on his knuckles, he hissed through his teeth and his shoulders tensed. I paused immediately, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of his wrist.Layer by layer I worked, unwinding the stained cloth. The faint smell of old antiseptic and dried blood rose into the air. When the last strip came free, the damage was worse than I had expected. His knuckles were covered in split skin and red

VERA'S P.O.VI nodded, feeling a little anxious about going inside, but seeing that he shared my nerves somehow put me at ease.Two doormen and a chauffeur were already stationed outside our doors, ready to receive us. Hunter stepped out first, rounding the hood to open my door himself. He pressed a brief kiss to my lips before lifting me down from his massive car.Holding my hand, he guided us toward the grand front entrance. There was no need to present the invitation this time; security recognised us instantly. Suddenly, four men in dark suits closed in around us, their radios crackling against their shoulders. While they weren't hostile, the sudden escort was a bit overwhelming."What's this?" Hunter questioned one of the guards, sliding his hand from mine to grip my waist possessively."Our apologies, sir. Heiress protocols."Even so, I didn't pull away from him. I stayed pressed firmly against his side, his gloved fingers rough against my skin as I lifted my chin high.When one