Semua Bab ONE REBELLIOUS NIGHT (ENGLISH VERSION): Bab 11 - Bab 20

CAROLINE'S POV I woke up to the blaring sound of my alarm clock. I checked the time - it's seven o'clock in the morning. I cursed as I remembered it was Saturday today, and I forgot to turn it off. I got up to do my morning routine. I entered the bathroom to wash my face. I decided to postpone taking a shower since my head still hurt. After washing up, I left the room to have breakfast. I furrowed my brow when I saw Cecile sleeping on the couch in the living room. She hadn't changed into her house clothes yet. She must have arrived home in the morning. "Good morning, Ma'am," I heard Mrs. Cristy greet. I quickly turned to her. She had a blanket with her. "Are you feeling better now?" "Good morning. I'm fine. Thank you for last night." I smiled and took the blanket from her, laying it over my sister. "What time did Cecile come home?" "She got home in the early hours, Ma'am. She was very drunk and refused to sleep in her room." "Who brought her home? Was it Josh?" Mrs. Cristy sh

I continued to hold on to Miguel until the police arrived. They carefully handcuffed Alexander even though he was still unconscious. "You need to come with us to the precinct, Ma'am," the policewoman said to me. "I'll take care of him, Ma'am. I'm his bodyguard," Miguel said, catching the attention of the police. "Weren't you the one who picked up your friend earlier?" the policewoman asked him. Miguel glanced at me before replying, "Yes, ma'am," in a restrained tone. They looked back at me. "Will you come with us, or will you have him take you home?" "I-I'll just have him take me there" I replied. The police nodded before leaving my room. I released my embrace on Miguel and sat on my bed. He walked towards the door and locked it. "Get dressed so we can go to the police station," he said, facing away from me. I didn't move or speak. I still couldn't believe what Alexander had done to me. He almost raped me. Tears started to well up again, and I quickly wiped them away. "Are

He provided me with immense pleasure. The instant I experienced the intense pleasure from our passionate encounter, I realized that it wasn't solely the physical act that brought me to that point. There was a certain attraction I felt towards him. He was handsome and tall, exuding a strong sexual presence. It was as if he personified the essence of desire. With just a glance, you could sense it would be an exhilarating experience in bed. However, what stands out the most is the realization that our relationship is not permanent. He serves as my bodyguard, and my family has the power to dismiss him at any time. Despite this uncertainty, I find solace in the fact that at least one aspect of my life is going well—I can experience the pleasure I desire. Adjusting to our arrangement was challenging. Each time we engaged in foreplay, I hoped that things would be different and that the experience would surpass previous encounters. Unfortunately, that was not the case. Nevertheless, one po

I pushed Miguel when his phone suddenly rang. He grinned before checking who was calling. "Yes, Mom. How is Mich- what?!" I glanced at him. Miguel suddenly turned pale, and I noticed his hands trembling on the steering wheel. "But the money I saved up is still not enough for her operation. Maybe we can have Michelle's surgery today even if we lack the funds, Mom." He tightened his grip on the wheel. Worry was evident on his face. "Please calm down, Mom. I'll find a way for Michelle to undergo surgery later. Tell Dr. Abenson that we have enough money now. We'll think about the remaining amount later after the operation." "How much more money do you need to complete the funds for your sister's operation? Maybe I can help," I interjected, causing Miguel to look at me. He didn't respond right away. Instead of answering my question, he avoided eye contact. "I'm on my way there. Tell Doc I have the money, Mom," he said before ending the call. He massaged his head while holding the

"What are you talking about, Caroline? Glenda said earlier that you've already accepted him," Tita Camille said."You might just be upset with our son because of what happened between you earlier. It wasn't his intention for that to happen," Tito Rome interjected.I shook my head. "I'm not upset, and I'm telling the truth. I didn't accept him, and I will never accept him after what he did to me. I'm sorry, but I cannot accept your son." I stood up and grabbed my bag. "If you don't mind, I'll go home."I was about to turn around when Alexander suddenly pulled me back. I instinctively gripped the chair as I almost lost my balance."Let go of me!" I shouted at him and withdrew my hand."Where are you going?" he asked, retaking my hand."I'm going home. I don't want to see your face! You're hurting me!""Alexander!" Tito Rome called out to him, so we both turned to his parents. "Let her go. Take her home if she wants to go home. You're just scaring her more.""But Dad-""Caroline might st