Semua Bab The Rebel's Obsession: Redemption : Bab 1 - Bab 7

Brielle's Pov I wasn't supposed to be here. I wasn't supposed to be here— in the spotlight, under scrutiny, exposed. And yet, somehow, I was. Bathed in the blinding stage lights, I finally understood how massive it truly was. From below, it looked ordinary— curtains, wooden floor, nothing more. But standing here, center stage, it felt endless. The heat of the stage lights burned against my skin, sweat trickling down my spine. From here, the audience was a dark sea of faces and whispers, watching, waiting, condemning, judging— hungry. My palms were clammy as the script trembled in my hands, threatening to fall. Fear and trepidation wrapping around like some sackcloth— my chest constricted as the pressure in it tightened— my breath shallow. This wasn't my world. I didn't belong here but somehow I had been dragged into it before I had a choice. “She's the lead?” “This has to be a joke….” “Why would someone like her be the lead?” Shame clung to me like a second skin as those

Brielle's PovI squinted as morning rays filtered through the silk white curtains, birds chirping just beyond the windows. The light blitzed my vision, forcing my eyes shut again before they adjusted to the patterned ceiling above me and the intricately designed wall lights.It took me a moment to register the unfamiliarity of this room. It was beyond splendor— I traced my gaze across the surroundings, trying to piece together how I ended up in such an aesthetic room.Then it struck me— I jolted upright. This is Killian's house!The realization hit me like a bucket of ice. The one guy I skipped school for three days just to avoid, and somehow, the universe brought me to his doorstep. To live in his house!How could things turn for worse?My heart thundered in my chest and it dawned on me that I get to live in the same house with him. That I get to see his annoyingly handsome face everyday and the fact that those lips of his kissed mine. How was I supposed to live with such a memory?

Brielle's Pov My backpack was strapped over as I walked through The Redlands college where I study was being greeted by the usual stares and whispers, judging eyes followed but I paid no attention to them. But the incident from last night kept replaying in my mind…..“What happened to him?” Caleb gasped when I dragged Killian inside and dropped him on the tiled floor, struggling to catch my breath.. “Why is he bleeding?” He pointed at Killian's soaked shirt beneath the leather jacket.“I don't know, he walked in like this and collapsed on the porch.”“You were outside…..this late?” My brother gave me a suspicious look. Darting his terrified filled gaze to me. “What were you doing out there?”I had no answer. I didn't know why I was pacing the porch— only that I felt this ominous tug in my gut. I parted my lips for an answer—“Killian!” The butler's voice caught through the sitting room. He rushed to Killian, dropping to his knees beside Killian. His hands hovered the bloodstaine

Brielle's Pov Mom fidgeted as Mr. Vincent laid Killian on his massive king-size bed. My jaw dropped, gawking at the radiance of his room. My eyes hovered around from his marble-designed bed and the white sheet draped neatly over it, to the towering headboard carved with intricate patterns that looked almost ancient. The chandelier above spilled a soft golden glow, scattering light like tiny stars across the dark polished floor. Every detail seemed carefully chosen—elegance wrapped in mystery. The walls were dressed in muted shades of grey and black, sleek yet warm, as if holding secrets they refused to share. Thick velvet curtains framed the tall windows, heavy and rich, swaying ever so slightly as though stirred by some unseen hand. I found myself staring longer than I should have caught in their luxurious folds, wondering what view they concealed. A mahogany desk sat perfectly aligned against one wall, polished to a shine that reflected the chandelier’s glow. The shelves adja