Semua Bab REBEL IN MY HEART : Bab 1 - Bab 9

I tossed my phone onto the nightstand and flopped onto my bed. My chest was pounding, my hands still trembling from the call with Dad. Laying down, I decided to get some sleep, but my mind wouldn’t stop replaying his voice, his threats and the cold edge in his every word. I shut my eyes and tried to breathe, but the anger and exhaustion only made the tension worse.Just as I was finally drifting off, I heard the soft familiar steps of my mum in the hallway making me bolt upright. Grabbing my robe, I rushed out to meet her.“Mom, you’re home!” I said, forcing a smile.She looked up from her bag, her eyes tired but warm. “Viv, are you okay? You seem… tense.”“Tense? Mom, I’m beyond tense. You have to talk to Dad. He is driving me insane. He can’t keep controlling me. He’s furious because I broke up with Derek and…” “You broke up with Derik?” “Yes, I did. But I can explain. That man is a serial cheat and I am not even in his house yet. What do you think will happen when he finally marr

I stood there for a long time after everything still trying to make sense of what had just happened. My heart refused to calm down even though the bar was slowly returning to its rhythm. The music was blareing loudly and the people who weren't dancing were lost in conversations but it all sounded distant. I just needed to breathe.I finally turned toward the exit, weaving through the crowd and stepping out into the cold night air. The parking lot was quiet except for the faint moans coming from a car not too far from me. I could see the leg of the lady hanging out of the window while the man obviously pounded her. I had seen too much of live porn it didn't turn me on no more. I had barely taken a few steps toward my car when a voice came from behind me.“You should stay away from him.”I turned sharply first thinking it wasn't directed to me but I was the only one there. A woman stood by one of the parked cars, half-hidden in shadow. She was wearing a dark coat with her hair tied back

I couldn’t breathe.The streetlight flickered above me, the photo trembling in my hands as if the night itself was mocking me. My father’s face stared back at me from that picture, standing right beside Zayden. They weren’t just two men caught in the same frame , they looked familiar with each other. Comfortable, even.“What the hell…” I whispered. My pulse thundered in my ears.I turned the photo over, hoping for something , a date, a clue, anything. There was a faint marking written in ink, half-faded. Oaxaca, 2015.My mind went blank for a moment, then flooded with noise. Zayden wasn’t just some stranger. Somehow, he and my father had crossed paths before. But how? My father was a businessman, a man of power and control. Zayden was… chaos. A biker. A man who looked like he lived by his own rules. They couldn’t have anything in common.Could they?I stuffed the photo into my bag, my hands shaking, and climbed into the car. My reflection in the rearview mirror was pale, almost ghostl

The sound of his voice froze me.I knew that tone. Calm. Controlled. Dangerous.Zayden’s jaw clenched. He moved silently, his gun steady, eyes locked on the door. The air felt thick , like the world was holding its breath.“Zayden,” my father said again, his voice lower this time. “You can open the door, or I can make you.”My heart hammered. “Don’t,” I whispered. “Please, don’t open it.”Zayden didn’t move. His eyes flicked to me for a second, then back to the door.A slow creak echoed outside. Then ,the faint click of a gun being cocked.Zayden swore under his breath.“Stay behind me,” he murmured.The door burst open before I could react. Light from a car’s headlamps cut into the dark room, outlining the tall figure in the doorway.Gregory Hart.Perfect suit. Cold eyes. Not a single thing out of place , except the revolver in his hand.“Step away from my daughter.” His voice was steel.Zayden didn’t move. “She’s not your property, Gregory.”“You think I came here for a debate?” He