All Chapters of REBEL : THE DEADLY HIERESS: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

KLAUSThe rain was loud tonight—louder than usual. It tapped against my window like a restless reminder that peace was a damn myth. I sat on the edge of my couch in the dimness of my apartment, fingers rubbing at the tension between my brows. Storms like this always brought her back.Catya.It had been years since the divorce. Since she detonated our life with one choice. One betrayal. The kind that didn’t just hurt; it destroyed me. She hadn’t just ruined us; she ruined my best friend, my brother in all but blood.And still... I couldn’t forget her. Couldn’t erase the way her laugh used to make the world feel lighter. Or how her touch had once been home. I hated that part of me still craved her, still reached for her ghost in the dark.I let out a heavy breath, running a hand through my hair, gripping it tighter than necessary. I’d tried everything to forget: nights out, silence, and work, yet nothing helped. Every time it rained, it all came flooding back: her smile, her lies, her

MIA Manipulative assignment isn't exactly what I'd honestly choose to do today; it wasn’t the smartest idea, but I haven't exactly trafficked in smart decisions lately, as things are spiralling out of control too fast. I am failing on issued deadlines, Rebel is not affected, and I've not gotten even a little close to Daniel. Standing in front of Robert’s penthouse door, heels clicking softly against marble, I looked like I belonged in a Vogue spread—tight black skirt, low-cut silk blouse, and a red lip that could kill at ten paces—but underneath the gloss, my heart was pounding in a way I hadn’t felt in years, not since Daniel, truly. I wasn’t here for pleasure, not officially. This was a strategy to help myself and look out for me. Killian was unstable. Louisa was manipulative. And Robert? He was the wildcard, which was exactly why I needed him. I knocked softly, and he opened the door in a black shirt, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, casual in a way that somehow

REBEL If there’s one thing I hate more than early mornings, it’s voluntary exercise. So naturally, here I was at eight a.m., in the most pretentious gym in the city, wearing leggings that cost more than some people’s rent, pretending I was here for “fitness” and not a covert meeting with an assassin-slash-hacker-slash-professional pain in my ass. Hassani was already on the treadmill when I arrived. He was the kind of man who made even walking look suspicious—tall, lean, perpetually smirking like he’d just deleted your bank account for fun. “Morning, sunshine,” he called over as I stepped onto the treadmill beside him. “Or should I say, Your Heiressness?” “Don’t start,” I warned, punching the incline up just to look busy. “And it’s still Rebel. Titles make me itch.” “Uh-huh,” he said, checking my form like a trainer who knew I wasn’t here to burn calories. “Twelve years chasing the same shadow, and now you’re back in Rhodes Tower wearing the crown.” “It’s a tiara,” I corr

REBEL We have all just returned to the house, the kids are currently freshening up but Klaus and Daniel are both in his study; they have both been acting weird and sneaky. I know for a fact that Daniel would never hurt me but him keeping secrets isn't something I'm comfortable with. I walk barefoot after shower in my robe tied and move towards the door "You can't let them find me yet, I'm not ready for that conversation " there's a brief pause before Klaus responds "Are you sure this is a good idea Daniel?" He slowly murmurs "yes". I open the door and walk up to Daniel who is seated behind his desk; as I walk close to him, he pulls me onto his lap and his hands starts wandering around but I remove his hand and clear my throat "What are you both hiding from me?" They look at each other but Daniel immediately starts trailing kisses on my throat "Klaus, we'd talk later but unless you want to watch me go balls deep in my woman, you need to leave right now". Klaus chuckles "Copy that m

KLAUS The smell hit me before I even opened my eyes — coffee, rich and dark, drifting in from the kitchen. For a second, I didn’t move. The couch was warm under me, the blanket draped over my shoulders smelt faintly like Catya’s perfume, and the morning light was seeping in through the curtains in soft streaks. I’d forgotten how quiet her house felt in the mornings. Or maybe I’d just forgotten what it felt like to wake up with them around me. I sat up, rubbing a hand over my face, and caught sight of her. She was at the counter, pouring coffee into two mugs, wearing one of my old shirts — the faded black one I thought she’d thrown out years ago. “You’re staring,” she said without looking up. “I’m having flashbacks,” I said, my voice still rough from sleep. That made her glance over her shoulder, brow raised. “Good memories or bad?” I stood, crossing the room to lean on the counter across from her. “The kind I didn’t think I’d get back.” She slid a mug toward me, her fingers