Lahat ng Kabanata ng REBEL : THE DEADLY HIERESS: Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

REBEL I had to admit, it had been a long, tiring day of following Gina’s trail, watching her flit around the city like she owned it. She wasn’t fooling anyone. She thought she was playing the game well, keeping her head down, blending into the crowd, but there’s something about people who think they’re untouchable that makes them stand out. It’s the arrogance, the little air of superiority, the way they think they’ve evaded the consequences of their actions which makes them predictable. The shopping mall was upscale, the kind of place where people with more money than sense liked to browse, trying on overpriced shoes they couldn’t afford, pretending they had a life worth watching. Gina was no different—blonde hair, too much makeup, heels that screamed, I’m important. As I followed her through the aisles, a chuckle bubbled up in my throat. If only she knew who was trailing her. I slipped into a fitting room with ease, disguised in a fitted jacket and dark jeans, my hair tucked under

MICHAEL The world didn't stop spinning after we took out the organization's headquarters, even though it felt like it should have. Like everything in this should've paused for one second just to take stock of how huge what we'd accomplished was but that's the cruel thing about hidden wars, it stays silent. The Order works in covert but maintains world peace and we've come to terms with it.The bomb had destroyed uncle Killian's final stronghold, but the war was still far from over as there were other consequences to deal with.I sat at my desk staring blankly at the screen, still trying to process what we had learned from what was left of the headquarters. Research, files, plans—anything that would serve to finish this and leave it all behind but my mind kept going back to mom's arch enemy and dad's ex Mia.No one had laid eyes on her in years, but there was so much information on her retrieved and she was still out there, slipping through the cracks, running from all that she'd don

RAULI no longer celebrated my birthdays, Twenty five was as much as I did after understanding that no matter the age difference Rebel would never love me and had someone who loved her more than anything else in life and she had a family who loved her more than anything but here I am at Forty-five, alone like never before. Hell, I did not even know why I paid attention to the damn age. Time didn't care, nor did I but the whiskey did, the club did as it still manages to comfort my grief.Happy fucking birthday to me. The whiskey was my companion this evening since I decided to avoid the company of Rebel and her family since it's embarrassing enough that every year I still remain single; each burn of whiskey I drank served as a reminder that I was alive, still a man that wanted to forget it all. One year past I found out I now had a desire for Kezziah-Rebel's only daughter with Daniel so I stayed away from the family to avoid being caught. I couldn’t stay in the same breathing space

REBEL The house was so still I could hear my own heartbeat. Something was obviously wrong somewhere, and I felt it pressing in from all sides. I had barely cleared the dinner plates when my boys walked in with Kezziah trailing behind looking like her favourite puppy got snatched from her without her approval. Mex and Michael were in front, stiff-backed, their faces completely stoic. Kezziah’s small steps faltered as though she wanted to turn back immediately she got in. “Mom,” Mex said quietly, almost like he was afraid of his own words because they never call me mom except there's trouble. “We need to talk.” Michael gave a single nod, his eyes searching mine. That was when my stomach twisted—I knew this was indeed trouble. I folded my arms, steadying myself. “Alright. What’s going on?” Kezziah wouldn’t look at me. She shifted, nervous, eyes darting between her brothers and the floor. For a moment she looked so young, fragile, like the little girl who used to hide behind my l

REBELWeddings always have a strange way of cutting me open. Maybe it’s because they pull you between past and future—between the girl I once was and the mother I now am.Today, I sat in the front row, Daniel’s hand warm against mine, my sons Mex and Michael flanking Kezziah on her way down the aisle, and my mother—Carly—beside me, clutching my fingers so tightly it almost hurt. She had tears in her eyes already, though the ceremony hadn’t even begun.The church was beautiful, decorated with white lilies and roses, sunlight streaming through the tall stained-glass windows. Kezziah had wanted something simple but elegant, and somehow, this place had delivered both. My daughter… my only girl… was getting married today and not just to anyone. To Raul.The thought made my chest ache in ways I couldn’t quite name. Raul had been my friend, my brother in arms, my confidant for years. He had been there through battles, heartbreaks, and the weight of crowns and now, he was stepping into a new