All Chapters of The Billionaire's Rebel Fiancée: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Adriana’s POV"Adriana, you made it!"I froze the second I heard his voice. Enzo, my ex, the one I never truly got over, stood there grinning like he hadn't broken my heart. He pulled me into a hug before I could stop him. The warmth of his body, the way he smelled—familiar, comforting. I closed my eyes, breathing him in as the world disappeared. He still felt like home.He pulled away just enough to look at me, a smile tugging at his mouth. "Wouldn't miss it, buddy," I said, my voice cracking more than I intended. I cleared my throat, hoping he didn't notice.Five years. Five years since we ended things, and here I was, standing at his wedding, playing the part of a "good friend."I wasn't here to mess anything up. I wasn't here to make a scene. God, that would be pathetic. I was here because Enzo and I had somehow become friends again. Despite everything, despite him getting engaged to Alicia, here I was, invited to this "pre-wedding fun time" thing. The one where close friends get a

Adriana’s POV"What the hell?" I gasped, still reeling from the kiss. It had hit me like a lightning bolt, and now I was struggling to catch my breath.Zayn's arm slid around my waist again, and I swear my heart skipped a beat. I didn't know whether to be furious or embarrassed, but my body was betraying me, going all soft and fluttery from his touch.I turned to look at Enzo, who was practically shooting daggers with his eyes at Zayn. If looks could kill, Zayn would've dropped dead right there."I didn't kiss your brother, Enzo," I said, trying to steady my breath. "I kissed my boyfriend. This is the boyfriend I told you about."Enzo's glare didn't waver, his eyes boring into the arm Zayn had wrapped around me. He stepped forward, his posture tense, and his voice came out in a low growl."This is my brother, Adriana. What the hell are you talking about?" He shot a look at Zayn that could've melted glass. "How the hell are you dating my brother?"I froze. Wait, what?They're brothers?

Adriana's POVThe phone felt like ice in my hands. I stared at the photo, at the way Zayn's fingers gripped my thighs, at the angle of my neck, the space between our mouths that looked like barely restrained hunger. Whoever took this had been close. Too close."Let me see that." Zayn took the phone from me, his jaw tightening as he read the message. His thumb scrolled, checking the number, looking for any identifying information. Nothing. Just digits and that damning photo."This is exactly what I was afraid of," I whispered, wrapping my arms around myself. The oversized t-shirt suddenly felt too thin, too exposing. "Someone's watching us. Someone knows this is fake.""Or someone thinks they know." Zayn set the phone down carefully, like it might explode. "Could be Alicia. Could be one of Enzo's friends. Hell, could be my father's security team. He has them everywhere during these events."I crossed to the window, needing distance, needing air. The estate sprawled below, all manicured

Adriana’s POVMorning light cut through the curtains, and I had barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Zayn stepping out of those shadows, heard Alicia's warning echoing in my head. The Castellanos eat people alive.My phone buzzed on the nightstand. Sage's name lit up the screen, and I answered before the second ring. "You're up early.""I haven't slept." Her voice was sharp and alert. "I've been thinking about you all night. Gist me babe, what happened after dinner?"I pulled the blanket tighter and told her everything about the rose garden, Alicia's ambush that turned into a warning, then Zayn appearing from nowhere, the way his voice had sounded when he said I was worth knowing.Silence on the other end."Sage?""I'm just processing everything." I heard pacing sounds. "Okay, let me get this straight. The bride warned you about the family and then your fake boyfriend defended you, and you're still planning breakfast with the father who probably wants to dissect you like

Adriana’s POVMarcus Castellano sat at the head of an ornate table, smaller than I had imagined but infinitely more dangerous. Illness had left its mark on him, a tremor in his hands but eyes still sharp as surgical blades.Victoria perched beside him, her hand on his arm like she owned it, that deceitful smile on all teeth.Enzo hovered near the windows, looking like he wanted to be anywhere else.Zayn pulled out my chair and his hand brushed my shoulder as I sat, a brief touch that steadied me. I could feel the weight of everyone's attention settling on me like a coat I didn't choose to wear."Zayn," Marcus's voice filled the room despite its quietness. "You've decided to grace us with your presence. And with a companion."The word companion sounded like an insult, wrapped in silk and delivered with a smile that showed teeth.I felt his eyes on me, dissecting, cataloging weaknesses and finding purchase in every flaw. This was what hunters did. They studied their prey before they stru