All Chapters of The Billionaire's Rebel Fiancée: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Zayn’s POVConnor's email arrived early in the morning with the subject line "You need to see this now."I opened it before coffee. Three attachments loaded on my screen. Call logs, financial transfers, and a background report on someone named Mr. Blake. The name meant nothing until I read Connor's summary. Blake was a private investigator who specialized in destroying reputations. His previous targets were all women. Two harassment accusers, one whistleblower, three ex-wives. Every single one of them had been buried under accusations of instability or fraud.Drake hired him two hours after meeting Adriana at that café.I stared at Blake's client list, my stomach turning. Two women who'd accused executives of harassment. Both now unemployable, their reputations were shredded by manufactured evidence of fabricated complaints and unstable behavior. A whistleblower who'd tried to expose financial fraud at a Fortune 500 company. She was discredited completely by planted proof of her own e

Adriana's POVThe email from Professor James arrived on Monday morning with the subject line marked urgent in all caps telling me to come to her office at once. I stared at my phone wondering what fresh hell she'd invented to torture me with now and ignoring her would only make it worse.I dressed fast and headed to campus. While running through every possible reason she might summon me. Maybe she had found a flaw in my work or Drake had already started another move behind my back. I knocked and waited at her door for a minute until she told me to come in. She sat behind her desk with her hair pulled back in a loose knot and dark circles under her eyes. She looked tired."Close the door," she said without preamble.I did, every instinct screaming that this was a trap.She gestured to the chair across from her desk and I sat, keeping my bag in my lap like a shield. We looked at each other for a long moment. I refused to be the first one to break the silence."I need to tell you someth

Adriana's POVOne week after the planning meeting with Alicia, we stood in Castellano Global's largest conference room—the only venue we could fully control for security—ready to go public. Now fifty journalists filled the room and I stood backstage with Zayn, watching them settle into their seats while my pulse hammered against my ribs."You ready?" he asked."No." I looked at him. "But I'm doing it anyway."Connor went out first, crisp and professional in a dark suit that made him look older than his years. He introduced himself as an independent investigator and began displaying financial records on the screens behind him. Numbers showed money flowing from Drake Foundation to universities, from universities to specific faculty accounts, all tied to scholarship decisions and student outcomes.The journalists started taking notes.Zayn went next. He presented the pipeline data, forty seven percent of Drake scholars ending up at Drake Industries within two years despite initially purs

Adriana's POVWednesday morning started with an email from Drake's lawyers which arrived while I was still half asleep. Zayn's phone buzzed on the nightstand and he reached for it immediately, then went completely still."What is it?" I asked.He didn't answer. Just handed me the phone with an expression I'd never seen on his face before.The defamation lawsuit was expected. But attached to the filing was an audio file from two years ago and a transcript.Zayn's voice, cold and threatening:"Pull out of this deal and I'll bury you so deep you'll never surface. Your company, your reputation, and your family."The filing claimed this proved Zayn had a history of threatening business rivals, that his exposure of Drake wasn't about corruption but about destroying a competitor. It painted him as a violent man who crushed anyone who crossed him.I looked up at Zayn. "Is this real?""Yes." The word came out rough. "Two years ago, when our Singapore partner tried to pull out of a deal that wou

Zayn's POVFriday morning I woke up at my desk still wearing yesterday's shirt. The settlement agreement glowed on my laptop screen.Adriana stirred in bed. "What time is it?""Six." I kept my eyes on the screen. "I'm calling Amelia at nine to accept the settlement."She sat up. "Zayn—""It's over, Adriana. We're out of options."Before she could argue, someone knocked. I opened, to find Enzo standing there looking like he hadn't slept either."We need to talk.”I stepped aside. His eyes went to the settlement agreement on screen, then back to me."I had dealings with that Singapore partner too," Enzo said. "Same timeframe. I made aggressive statements when deals got contentious, and said things I'm not proud of."I stared at my brother. "What are you talking about?""I want to go public, testify that hard negotiations are standard practice and not criminal behavior. That one recorded moment doesn't define someone's entire character.""No." My voice went cold. "You're not dragging you