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4. Not Again
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Rebel Billionaire's True Love 5. Skipping Rocks
The darkness of the Lane Mansion enveloped us as we stepped inside, its vast corridors and grand rooms lying in silent repose. The only sign of life was usually Aiken, our butler, but given our unannounced arrival and his penchant for wine in the evenings, I suspected he was still fast asleep in his house out back. I flicked on the lights, and the mansion came to life, each switch illuminating parts of my past. The mansion's grandeur was overwhelming, yet it felt more like a museum than a home. I made my way to the den, the familiar scent of aged wood and leather greeting me. Flopping onto the plush couch, I watched Penelope move towards the kitchen. From my vantage point, I observed her with a quiet admiration. Penelope was at ease in the kitchen, where she had prepared countless meals over the years. Her movements were graceful and efficient, a dance she performed with the confidence of someone who knew every inch of the room. She moved from the fridge to the counter, her hands s
Rebel Billionaire's True Love 6. Nothing Else Mattered
I stood by the creek, the weight of Penelope's words pressing down on me. In a moment of desperation, I picked up another stone and tossed it into the stream, watching the ripples expand and disappear. "What if I talk to Dr. Stclaire tomorrow? Would that buy me some time?" I asked, my voice a mix of hope and resignation. Penelope paused, her expression pensive. I could see the disappointment in her eyes, a clear indication she wished I would open up to her instead. But she knew the value of professional help, and the importance of addressing the issues I grappled with. "Yes," she finally said, her voice scarcely above a whisper, her surrender tinged with a sense of failure. Changing the subject, she looked at me, curiosity in her eyes. "Why did we need to come out here, Wyatt? What's going on?" I hesitated for a moment, then decided to divulge my plans. "I'm thinking of throwing a party here. A big one, for all the major players in New York. A grand ball right here at the Lane Man
Rebel Billionaire's True Love 7. All Of It
The first fight set the tone for the night – brutal, unrelenting, and savage. My opponent, a burly man with a scarred face, came at me with ferocity. But I was faster, my moves honed by countless nights in the ring. The sound of our fists colliding was like thunder, a symphony of violence that drowned out the cheers of the crowd. "You call that a hit?" I taunted, my voice laced with contempt as I dodged his clumsy punch and countered with a swift jab to his jaw. The crack of bone was audible, a satisfying confirmation of my dominance.Blood splattered on the mat, drops flying with each strike I landed. His blood, my blood, it didn't matter. It was all part of the dance, the deadly ballet we performed under the flickering lights. The second fight was more challenging. My competition was younger, quicker, but he lacked experience. I exploited every opening, my attacks precise and cruel. "Come on, you can do better than that!" I shouted, my words dripping with scorn as I landed a brut
Rebel Billionaire's True Love 8. Keep Your Eyes Open
Consciousness returned to me slowly, like a reluctant dawn. My mind was foggy, my thoughts tangled in a web of confusion. The stark white of the hospital room was the first thing I registered, a glaring contrast to the dark, chaotic world of the fight club. Panic surged through me as I realized there was a breathing tube down my throat. I couldn't talk, couldn't scream. My instinct was to reach for it, to pull it out, but I found my hands were restrained to the bed. The feeling of being trapped, unable to move freely, sent me into a frenzy. I thrashed against the bindings, my heart racing with fear and frustration. "No, no, no, Wyatt, stop!" Penelope's voice cut through my panic. She was suddenly there, leaning over me, her hands gently but firmly holding me down. "If you keep this up, they'll just sedate you again. Lay back, calm down. Let me get a nurse, and you can stay awake this time." Her words, especially 'this time,' struck me. How many times had I been in and out of consc
Rebel Billionaire's True Love 9. Demanding
The tension in the room was real as Penelope slowly released her grip on my hair. Her eyes were blazing with anger, fear, and concern. She took several deep breaths, trying to compose herself, but the fury simmering beneath her calm exterior was evident. "How long have you been doing this? Fighting in that... that terrible place?" she asked, her voice trembling with a cocktail of emotions. A single tear escaped her eye as she spoke, tracing a path down her cheek. Instinctively, I tried to reach up to wipe it away, but she recoiled from my touch, pushing the marker into my hand instead. Her gesture stung, a reminder of the distance my actions had created between us. Reluctantly, I scribbled on the whiteboard, '2 years.' The admission felt like a heavy weight, a tangible acknowledgment of the secret life I had led. Her reaction was immediate. She gasped, her eyes widening in shock. "Two years?" she repeated, her voice rising in disbelief. "Do you have any idea what could have happene
Rebel Billionaire's True Love 10. Not Sedating You
After Dr. Andrews left the room, the reality of the situation seemed to crash down on me all at once. The walls of the hospital room felt like they were closing in, and the weight of my injuries, both physical and emotional, became overwhelmingly tangible. Once a sterile sanctuary of healing, the hospital room transformed into a stage for my rawest emotions. As I sat up abruptly, a wave of pain shot through my body, a stark reminder of the physical toll my reckless actions had taken. The sensation was like a thousand needles pricking my skin, each movement amplifying the agony of my broken rib and a punctured lung. But in that moment, the physical pain paled compared to the emotional avalanche about to break free.Reaching out with a trembling hand, I grasped Penelope's hand, bringing it to my lips in a gesture filled with so many unspoken words. My lips against her skin were a silent plea for forgiveness, an apology for the chaos I had brought into our lives, and a heartfelt thank yo
Rebel Billionaire's True Love 11. Jello
I awoke with a start, the sterile white of the hospital room greeting me like a blank canvas of my current reality. The room was silent, except for the heart monitor's steady beeping. Penelope was gone, and so was Aiken. Instead, Fabin stood against the wall with a casual, almost predatory stance. His presence was contradictory to the sanitized environment of the hospital, a stark reminder of the darker world I often inhabited.Fabin's smirk was unmistakable, a signature expression conveying amusement and disdain. "Took me a while to find you, Hawk," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You never sign your real name on anything, do you?"When I attempted to reply, my voice was a strained, raspy shadow of its usual self, the aftereffect of the recently removed tube. "Why are you here?" I managed to croak out, agitation lacing my words. The intrusion of my violent nightlife into the harsh light of day was jarring, a collision of worlds I had desperately attempted to keep separate
Rebel Billionaire's True Love 12. Bed Bath
The next three days in the hospital were a vortex of physical agony, emotional upheaval, and a relentless battle against my own mind. Confined to a hospital bed, every breath was a struggle, each inhale an excruciating reminder of the consequences of my recklessness. The high-powered steroids coursing through my veins brought with them a storm of agitation and irritability. I was a prisoner in my own body, tethered not only by the medical equipment but also by the turmoil within me. Penelope, ever-present, became both my anchor and, unwittingly, the recipient of my steroid-induced outbursts. Each day was a tightrope between gratitude for her unwavering support and an irrational anger that I could neither justify nor control. "Try to take a deeper breath, Wyatt," Penelope encouraged softly during one of my breathing treatments. The exercises, meant to strengthen my damaged lung, felt more like a form of medieval torture. "I'm trying, Penny," I snapped, my voice laced with frustr
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