All Chapters of My Billionaire Rebound: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

ALINAMy heart leapt into my throat as the metallic click of the safety coming off resounded in the room, the threat that followed making both Theon and Bryon come to a halt. I looked between a confused Bryon and an enraged Theon who looked just about as scared as I felt.“What do you think you’re doing, Casey? Do you really think that hurting me is going to get you the man who wants nothing to do with you?” I mocked, knowing that only enraging her would be able to save me from the evil calculation that was playing out on her face.Angry people were always sloppy, and angry drunk people even more so.Her red-rimmed eyes that glistened with her intoxication made focused on the gun in her hand as she smiled. “You don’t fucking deserve him, orphan!”My breath caught in surprise. How had she gotten that information? It wasn’t exactly a secret, but…“Aww. Surprised, aren’t you?” she mocked, her voice high in a sing-song pitch. “That’s all you are, Alina. A worthless orphan who doesn’t deser

ALINAEvery part of me was exhausted, especially my heart. I stared through the window at Stacey’s mother as she read a story to her still unconscious daughter, a stray tear rolling down my face in a heated stroll.I sniffled, willing myself to think of something else, something that wasn’t so emotionally draining. Not Stacey who has been in a state that had us all holding our breaths a whole twenty-four hours after her surgery, and especially not of the funeral that was going to take place in a few hours.“You don’t look so good,” Tati said as she came to stand beside me, her eyes trained on the fragile looking teenager as well.My head turned in her direction, eyes meeting her profile. “I feel worse than however bad I look, Tati. I couldn’t do anything to help either of them.” My voice broke as I tried to articulate the feeling that was wrecking me from the inside. “I was just there, nothing more than a furniture to the two people I was supposed to care for. One is dead, Tati. And t

THEONI stepped into the house feeling like shit. This was one of the homes I rarely ever used, and the switch from the one I loved, the one I had shared with Grandpa, to this was infuriating in more ways than one.My phone rang in my pocket, cutting through the silence of the empty space. I reached into my pocket and grabbed the device, clicking the accept button as soon as I saw the name on the screen.“Mr. Thompson. What a pleasure to hear from you again. How have your days of exile treated you?” my tone was mocking, but it was the least he deserved. I didn’t have to guess why it was that he was calling me, the timing already gave him away.“Theon,” he called back into the phone with a sigh. “We need to talk. It’s urgent.”I almost laughed at the tone of voice that he spoke in, but I didn’t want to let the stray thought of putting a bullet through him fester in my mind so I sighed.“Unfortunately, nothing of urgency would have first required your disappearance.”There was a long pa

ALINA“I’m sorry, what?” I heard myself asking, even though fear was already camping prettily in my chest. “What does any of this have to do with me?”The men stepped forward again, one after the other, their guns raised to eye level. My gaze moved between them and Bryon who was still on the ground, one palm pressed over his injured shoulder.“Let the girl go, or we’d wade through your bullet riddled body to get her.” One of them threatened, his huge brown eyes flitting between me and Theon in an unspoken warning.The one with tattoos peeking out from underneath his sleeves flashed his teeth in a smile that was every level of predator. Fear sank its nails deep into my ribcage, making every attempt at a drag of air feel painful.“Trust me, we’d leave here with the girl. You only have to decide how much bloodshed you want before that happens.”My mouth moved on its own accord, spewing nonsense that I would never have thought of saying in a million years. “I’d rather die than go anywhere

ALINAMy thoughts were all over the place, and it was evident in the way I laid facing the ceiling, my eyes drawing patterns through every single line like I was trying to create art – or drive myself crazy, depending on which one happened first.“You’re going to have to get some rest, princess,” Theon murmured, pressing his lips against my temple.I let him pull me into his arms, my head resting on his chest as he drew soothing patterns down my back. I didn’t want him to have to worry about me at a time like this, but…“Why didn’t you just drop the case?” I asked, my voice soft enough to carry only the curiosity that I felt. I would hate myself if he heard judgment in there somewhere.His chest rose with the deep breath he took. “Grandpa meant a lot to me, you know? I couldn’t just let his murderer walk away simply because.”“His death was an accident.”“It could’ve easily been you,” he countered. “Hell, it was supposed to be you.” His arms tightened around me as he said the words.I