Lahat ng Kabanata ng REBEL IN MY HEART : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

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 stared at the phone long after the call ended, long after the screen went dark, long after the last echo of his voice seemed to fade into the silence of my room. My breath was still trapped somewhere in my chest, and my hands felt cold numb, even. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t blink. Everything in me had frozen around that single moment:‎‎“Damn it… Vivienne.”‎‎He knew my name.‎He recognized my number.‎He wasn’t surprised annoyed, maybe, irritated definitely but not surprised.‎‎The worst part?‎There had been a woman’s voice on the line.‎Her laugh still replayed in my ears in a mocking loop.‎‎I swallowed hard and threw my phone aside before I could lose whatever little sanity I had left. It landed on the other end of my bed, screen-down, vibrating once then going silent again. My heart continued its chaotic rhythm, refusing to calm down, refusing to let me think straight.‎‎“Get a hold of yourself,” I whispered, rubbing my face.‎‎But sleep came in bits shallow, choppy, th

CHAPTER 8‎‎The SUVs came fast way .The kind of speed that meant trouble. The kind of speed that made my stomach drop straight into my knees.‎‎“Oh my God…” I whispered, but it came out so thin I barely heard myself.‎‎Zayden didn’t flinch. Didn’t panic. Didn’t even look surprised. He just straightened like some switch inside him flipped from “annoyed biker” to something darker calm in a way that made my nerves spike.‎‎“Vivienne,” he said again, low and sharp. “Behind the bike. Now.”‎‎“I....why? What’s happening?”‎‎“Don’t argue,” he growled.‎‎I jumped at his tone and scrambled behind the bike, my hands shaking like crazy. The gravel felt sharp under my slippers, and my robe was fluttering around my legs like it wanted to betray me and run away.‎‎The SUVs pulled up so suddenly one of the tires skidded, kicking up dust right into my face. I coughed and squinted through the cloud. Three men stepped out of the first car, two from the second. All dressed the same black suits, b

CHAPTER 10‎‎For a second, I couldn’t breathe. Literally. Like my lungs packed their bags and said, “Good luck, girl.”‎‎I stared at the message on Lana’s screen until the letters started blurring.‎‎“You shouldn’t have run.”‎‎Who sends that? Who texts that? Who even talks like that unless they want someone to have a heart attack before noon?‎‎My voice came out like a cracked whisper. “Lana… this better be a prank.”‎‎She shook her head way too fast. “I don’t have friends who joke like that. You know my circle; we’re barely functional.”‎‎“Same,” I muttered, trying to swallow the panic rising in my throat.‎‎She glared at the rearview mirror for a beat, her knuckles tightening around the steering wheel. “Okay, okay, don’t freak out. Maybe it’s just..uh..spam.”‎‎“Spam? SPAM?” I stared at her like she’d lost it. “Spam doesn’t say ‘you shouldn’t have run,’ Lana. Spam says ‘click here to win iPhone.’”‎‎“Right. True.” She kept checking the road behind us. “Do you see any car f