All Chapters of The Billionaire's Rebel Fiancée: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Adriana's POVThe visa arrived in three days when the website said processing took minimum two weeks, showed up via courier with Drake Foundation letterhead and an efficiency that should have felt impressive but instead left me strangely unsettled. Sage was helping me pack when it came, boxes scattered across my living room floor and my entire life being sorted into things I needed versus things I could leave behind."That was fast," she said, examining the envelope."They said they'd expedite it but this is ridiculous." I pulled out the documents, everything pristine and official. "How do you expedite government paperwork in three days?""Money probably, connections, maybe both." She folded another sweater into a box. "The Drake Foundation has serious pull in Europe."Housing had even been faster, an email arriving the day after my acceptance with a furnished apartment address in South Kensington and keys waiting at the building's front desk. No apartment hunting, no deposits or cred

Zayn's POVShe'd been in London for two days. Two days of brief video calls and text messages that told me she was settling in but nothing about whether she was safe. Two days of checking my phone every ten minutes like an addict waiting for his next fix.Connor found me at my desk Wednesday morning, staring at spreadsheets I wasn't reading."You look like you haven't slept," he said."I haven't." Not well, anyway. The penthouse was too quiet without her. I'd gotten used to her presence so completely that her absence felt like missing a limb.Connor sat down and pulled out his tablet, his expression grim. "I have more information on Drake. Specifically about the Drake Scholars Welcome Dinner."Something cold slid down my spine. "What about it?""It happens within the first week of every semester, mandatory attendance for scholarship recipients." Connor scrolled through his notes. "Drake personally hosts it at his estate outside London. Invitations go out today. Dinner's this Friday."

Zayn's POVI'd been standing at the window with my phone, checking it for the hundredth time even though I'd hear the notification if one came. The screen showed nothing new. Just my last message, delivered six hours ago, still unread.I set it face-down on the desk and walked away from it.The scotch burned going down. Third glass since midnight. I stood at the penthouse windows watching Manhattan blur into streaks of light. Behind me, the phone stayed silent on the desk where I'd left it.Thursday night stretched into Friday morning. Same spot by the windows, same fight playing on loop in my head. Her voice saying "You're controlling information. That's the same thing."This was different from the distance we'd had before. Not time zones or conflicting schedules. She was choosing silence. Actively picking silence over my apologies.I'd done that. Broken her trust because I thought I knew better than her on how to handle Drake.I'd pulled up everything I could find on Drake's previou

Zayn's POVThe plane touched down at Heathrow just after seven. I was through customs before most passengers had even grabbed their bags.Her text was still open on my phone."He was actually really nice? Maybe the internet exaggerates everything."I found the café I'd looked up before boarding and ordered her usual. Oat milk latte, extra shot, the pastry she pretended not to love but always finished.Her building was ten minutes away. I buzzed her apartment."Hello?" Her voice came through crackly."It's me. I brought coffee."The buzzer sounded immediately.She opened the door in an oversized sweater, hair pulled back in a messy knot. When she smiled at me like that, everything else fell away.She stepped into my arms and I pulled her close, burying my face in her hair. My shoulders dropped for the first time in days."You're really here," she said against my chest."Told you I was coming."She pulled back and took the coffee carrier. Her eyes widened. "You remembered everything.""

Zayn’s POVConnor's call came Thursday morning while I was reviewing contracts in my hotel room."Drake's office just reached out. They would love to meet with you today at two. They called it a courtesy conversation between London businessmen."I set down my pen. "That's specific for a courtesy chat.""That's what I thought." Connor paused. "Are you going?""Yeah. I want to see what he's playing at.""Want me there?""No. Keep digging into his foundation's finances. I'll handle this myself."I didn't tell Adriana. She had enough on her plate with James making every class a battlefield. This meeting might be nothing. Just a man wanting to size up his scholar's fiancee.But my gut said otherwise.Drake's office sat on the thirty-second floor with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Thames. Glass-walled conference rooms lined the halls where people in expensive suits spoke in voices too low to hear. Everything about the space whispered power without shouting it."Mr. Castellano." D