Semua Bab REBEL : THE DEADLY HIERESS: Bab 61 - Bab 70

REBEL I wasn't really in the mood to shop, but the twins needed new clothes, and I needed distraction. Trailing along after Daniel, the attack, and Louisa—my head needed the peace that only shopping therapy in a high-security zone could offer. I was going through a rack of kids' coats when a flash of recognisably platinum blonde caught my eye. I halted. Catya. I hadn't spoken to her since the last coincidental meeting with Klaus. It had already been soured enough before it became news once more. But this was not the time to waste on previous betrayals or tattered allegiances. Beside her, a little girl of five or six clutched a glittery pink unicorn plush toy. Her daughter. I could see Klaus in her eyes, the angle of her chin, and the obstinacy in her grip. Catya hadn't noticed me yet. She sat on her phone, engrossed, her eyes darting towards the windows but never really concentrating. I turned back to the jackets, watchful eyes on the girl. Then I saw them. Two guys, in neutral

DANIEL The night had just begun to settle, draping the sky in deep indigo and bleeding hints of silver moonlight through the windows of our estate. Inside, everything was as quiet as a grave. Too still.I stood on the balcony just outside my study, nursing a glass of whisky on ice I hadn't really touched. The amber liquid caught the faint light and swirled like liquid gold, but I couldn’t enjoy it. Not tonight while I feel deeply unsettled. Not with everything unravelling.I had thought bringing Rebel and the kids home would settle something in my chest. That invisible war I fought daily with my past and the people who wanted to rewrite our future. But the moment Louisa stormed out of our house with venom in her voice and blood in her eyes, I knew peace was a fantasy too expensive to afford right now. If the opposition doesn't come from Louisa, it will come from my uncle or any other hidden foe who wanted my wealth or her mother's crown.Rebel had said nothing since Klaus left to tai

REBEL Punching bags I understand; climbing through tall buildings, disguises, everything and anything I had been trained for for years, yet having to attend press conferences, fake smiles, and being kind to annoying individuals just rubs me the wrong way. Mother had been insisting on me doing this, yet here I am, missing my kids and lover, who didn’t like the fact that I stepped out without him or the kids, and by the heavens, I don't understand why my mother doesn't just accept him even after I've had his kids, and to make things worse, she hired one of his exes as her PR person, and I don't like the way things are slowly beginning to spin out of control. Flashes exploded like fireworks. “Smile, Catie!” “Princess, over here!” “Catie Rhodes, is it true you ran away for over fifteen years because your mother didn’t buy you the right tiara?” I bit the inside of my cheek so hard I tasted blood. My heels clicked against the marble as I walked into the opulent press hall flanked by secur

KILLIAN RHODES My name is Killian Rhodes; there are things you don’t admit out loud. Like when you get hard watching your own blood—well, adopted blood—fire your parents ever know it all public relations nightmare on national television while chastising and putting all journalists in their place? But Ray isn’t the kind of friend you lie to. He has been my ride or die and knows more secrets about me than any other person in this world; hence, I never put up airs around him, so I bare my demons to him as I exhale harshly. “She’s perfect, man. Like a goddamn ghost with lipstick.” He scoffs, "You’re talking about your sister, Mason.” “Step-sister”, I add, like that’s supposed to make it better. I shake my head negatively. "She’s not really my sister. I mean, we’ve never met. I was informed of her existence merely months ago, man. ”So that makes it okay for you to jack off to her news coverage?" Come on, man, I didn't jack off to it. Not this time. Ray groans and facepalms. Jesus Christ,

DANIEL It wasn't the wine we'd had at the restaurant. It wasn't even Carly's continued suspicion of my motives after all — although that in itself could've soured the heavenly crème brûlée. It was something else that bothered the back of my mind the moment we left the restaurant. Something slashing. Cold. Killian. I grasped Rebel's hand in my own as we walked toward the car, but my focus wasn't on her warmth tonight. Not entirely. It was on the way he had gazed at her for just a fraction of a second too long. The way he said her name was like he had a right to remember it intimately. "Daniel," Rebel murmurs, sliding into the backseat with a contented sigh. "That wasn't half bad; I had no idea Mother was capable of apologising." I laugh. "Which part?" She grins, "All of it. The food. The apology. The emotional bonding – I have a brother, an adopted brother." I chuckled, but my hand never left her back. That was the thing about Rebel—she burnt so bright that I wonder sometimes i