All Chapters of REBEL : THE DEADLY HIERESS: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

MIA Please.....please, don't kill me, I'd do better ma'am, the next shot will be accurate, there'd be no traces Shadow, give me one last chance. Fool. I take an indifferent look over the tied, shivery fool my men brought back. "Tsk....you have sentenced yourself to death the moment you called me Shadow. To the world I am just Mia, dumb, blonde Bimbo and that's how it will remain so you cannot walk out of here alive, you're a loose end." I take a knife and slash his throat ignoring his struggle as blood spills everywhere. I move to the bathroom of the ensuite we're presently at then wash my hands thoroughly. I take a phone call " It's done Don. They don't know who I am, not Robert, not Daniel, not Jacque or even Rebel that you fear so much. The man who can identify me has been killed hence you can relax, there is no threat". I cut the call They all consider me useless, incapable, just a sex toy yet I am one of the most fearful assassins alive. I took down Michael and until t

DANIEL It's been a whole week of staying hidden, communicating with the kids via chats; Rebel is still mad at me but that doesn't even matter anymore. I tried letting go but couldn't and now I have no intention of ever letting go anymore. It's time to end the silent treatment. I take off my clothes and make my way to the bathroom as I hear the water running, her back stiffens the moment I step in but I move in without the slightest hesitation all the same. I get into the tub behind her stark naked then I gather her beautiful hair curls and put them sideways before kissing her temple. "I know you're still mad, I am sorry, I will spend the rest of my life making up for everything but we must be on the same page now, there are too many lives at stake if we don't get it together". She scoffs "Doesn't mean I have to forgive you nor do I have to let you touch me at all". I laugh softly "True but we both know I'd do all those things all the same". I spin her around and make her f

REBELMother has been trying to get me out for something close to a lifetime so here I am with my kids and her on a lunch date with so many guards dressed casually, it's ridiculous really but at least they stayed low key and blended with the crowd. Mother is after all a queen and Daniel despite my objections sent his men also but the kids need to socialise and breathe air it's been long we came out together last.The clinking of silver and soft hum of laughter filled the light dining room. The twins bracketed me, stuffing rice and grilled vegetables into their mouths, their cheeks puffed out like little squirrels. My mother sat opposite us, regal and poised, her plate still untouched a dramatic contrast to the chaos of crumbs surrounding my sons.Carly Rhodes. Crowned Queen of Cyndaria. Heiress. She wears power like a second skin, I am really my mother in this guise. And now, quite decidedly, my mother again. Since we returned, she had slipped into grandmother mode with a speed that w

LOUISA I wasn't sneaking. Or at least I was constantly reminding myself as I crept barefoot down Robert's penthouse east wing. He was gone on assignment, or whatever he had called it going out the door for hours wearing a snug black jacket with a gun tucked into the back of it and silence for a pal. I'd spent the entire evening staring at my reflection, wondering if I still looked like a junkie anymore, if eight years of existence had changed me in any way. I'd wandered into the corridor he'd warned me to avoid. The curiosity bothered me, louder than sense, hungrier than conscience. The red light over the locked door at the end of the hall always, tonight, was green. Maybe he had forgotten to switch it. Maybe I was supposed to find it. Maybe I wanted to be found. I entered the code. It beeped open. What I found inside was not what I expected. A small room. Not luxurious. Concrete walls, a large desk, some locked cabinets, and one chair. A wall of files, names and faces pinned l

MIA The air was thick with tension the moment Louisa walked into the safehouse. Her hood was up, face shadowed by the dim flickering bulb overhead. I didn’t flinch. I’d been expecting her. "Took you long enough," I said, lounging on the worn sofa, a glass of whiskey in hand. She didn’t respond at first. She just stood there, assessing me with those sharp eyes of hers. Drug addict or not, there was something sharp and unyielding about Louisa when she was angry. And today, she was molten fury packed into a deceptively frail frame. "I know what Robert’s been hiding," she said. I raised an eyebrow. "Do tell." "He loves her. Rebel. He’s not doing this job anymore. He’s in too deep." I sipped my drink, savoring the confirmation. "And that bothers you because...?" She stepped forward, slowly pulling down her hood. Her eyes burned with resentment. "Because he saved me. Nursed me. Told me I mattered. But he’s always been looking past me... for her." Now this was interesting.