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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
Rebel Billionaire's True Love 13. Alone Alone Alone
The two days following Penelope's exit from my hospital room spiraled into a relentless storm of rage and despair. Her absence created a void, a noticeable emptiness that seemed to echo off the sterile walls, each hour stretching longer, amplifying my sense of abandonment and fury. The hospital staff, unwittingly thrown into my turbulent rotation, became targets of my unrestrained anger.To the nurses who dared enter, I became increasingly belligerent. "What's her excuse, huh? Too busy to care about me now?" My voice would rise, a growl of frustration and hurt, demanding answers I knew they couldn't give.One nurse, a young woman with a stoic expression, adjusted my IV, her voice steady but distant. "Mr. Lane, I'm sure she has her reasons for not being here."Her diplomatic responses served only to fuel my spiraling frustration. "Reasons? What possible reasons could justify abandoning me like this?" I'd spit back, each word a bullet shot from a gun of anger and betrayal."Get the hel
Rebel Billionaire's True Love 14. Boxing?
As I signed the last discharge papers, a heavy weight seemed to lift off my shoulders. Turning towards the door, there she was. Penelope, standing just outside, her gaze anchored to the floor. The sight of her sent a wave of relief through me, so intense it was almost physical, like a punch to the gut. Shakily, I stood up, feeling the soreness of my muscles protest, but I pushed through it. My steps towards her were hesitant yet determined. As the distance closed between us, she looked up, a clear storm in her eyes. Reaching her, I felt a surge of something that felt like hope. As I reached out, she put her hands up my chest, signaling me to stop. Her touch was electrifying, even in rejection, evoking mixed emotions. "No," she whispered, not meeting my eyes. I let out a sigh, heavy with a cocktail of emotions. "Okay, I get it," I murmured. "Let's go home?" We silently walked down to the waiting car, the air thick with unspoken words and tension. I couldn't help but feel elated a
Rebel Billionaire's True Love 15. Hypnotic
Returning to the kitchen after Fisher's departure, I couldn't help but feel a gnawing sense of unrest as Penelope accompanied Fisher out the door. Every step they took together felt like a hammer blow to my already fragile ego. I lingered in the doorway, watching, a cataclysm of emotions swirling inside me.Busy at the stove, Aiken glanced over his shoulder and caught my troubled look. He had always had a skill for reading situations, and this time was no different. "Fisher's been here twice now," he commented casually, stirring something in a pot. "He and Penelope seem to get along well, don't they?"His words, though casual, felt like a punch to my gut. My agitation grew with each passing moment Penelope spent outside with Fisher. The feeling of helplessness was overwhelming, and I struggled to keep my emotions in check.Aiken plated the meal meticulously, laying it out on the bar counter. The aroma was enticing, but my appetite had vanished. He fetched a bottle of wine from the fri
Rebel Billionaire's True Love 16. Small Steps
As I continued moving around the bag, punching, weaving, and dodging, I became acutely aware of Penelope's gaze. There was something about her presence that bolstered my confidence. Her eyes, resting on me, seemed to validate my every move. The cadence of my punches felt more fluid, my footwork more agile under her watchful eye. For a fleeting moment, I wondered how much better I would perform in an actual match if she were there to watch me. But I quickly chastised myself for even entertaining the thought. That part of my life – the violence, the raw aggression of the ring – was something I had kept hidden from her. She would never know that side of me, and the realization stung more than I cared to admit. As if she could read the turmoil inside me, Penelope's voice broke the silence, soft yet clear. "Why do they call you Hawk?" she asked, her chin resting on the back of the chair, her eyes never leaving me. The question caught me off guard, sending a jolt of agitation through m
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