Breaking The Cardinal Rule Novels & Stories

"No one can know at work. Complete professionalism when we're in the office." "Agreed." "And if this starts affecting my job or your relationship with Anthony, we stop." I do not like that rule, but I understand it. "Agreed." "And Richard? I won't be your dirty secret. If this becomes something real, something serious, eventually we go public. I won't hide forever." "Deal." She smiles, and it transforms her entire face. "Then we have an agreement, Mister Westwood." I pull her against me, feeling her body melt into mine. "We do, Miss Hart."

I did break so much of rules for him and I never regret that. And now when I see him, I feel proud that I broke those rules of my own. When I feel him on my arms I feel that sometimes breaking your rules bring you happiness in life along with the risks and sometimes when you break the rules, unexpected result might show up and might take your life to next level.

Myles Voss opening up about his feelings in a romantic way was really nothing short of horrifying, and to think that I was at the center of it all…. “But… but the contract,” I argued. “We had a plan. We had an arrangement. The rule, the number one rule, was not to get attached. You're breaking your own rule!” “Damn the rules!” Myles growled. “I made them, I can break them. That's what rules are for. They're meant to be broken.” “And you're not gonna check with me on that one?” I asked with raised brows. “I signed the contract, too, remember? What if that's not what I want?”

I broke one of our cardinal rules and he was going to chew me up for it. Never, ever, tell anyone about what job you really do. Think of it as fight club. You don't talk about fight club. And I had broken that rule. Shattered it, really. Teagan walked in behind me. Promptly sat down on the bed as I pulled out my suitcases. Her eyes were glued to my back. As if there was a secret message there that she had to decode. "And how are you feeling regarding all of this?" She asked, her voice a meek imitation of her usual cheery self.

He brought the rule of not meddling in each other's private matters, but… who broke the rules first? Him!

I swallowed hard, unsure of how to navigate the complexities of my heart. "What should I do?" I asked, my voice tinged with confusion and longing for guidance. His response was simple yet profound, "Break the rules." The words hung in the air, a gentle nudge to challenge the boundaries I had set for myself, to embrace the unknown and confront my fears head-on.

I have just one rule, Jasmine. Right here and now, I froze on the soot, a bit anxious about what his rules might be. "A golden rule, that you must NEVER break.”

“Words. Bambina (Baby). Words!” “R-Rule three” I stutter nervously. “Which is?” “To always be kind and respectful” “And what other rule did you break?” Pausing, I try to rack my brain for the second rule I supposedly broke. What other rule had I broken? I mean there were only four rules. Rule one was don’t escape. Rule two was don’t leave the compound. Rule three was to be respectful and kind. And Rule four was the fucking curfew, so what other rule did I break. Did I miss one when he went over the rules? was there a fifth one I didn't know about?