All Chapters of The Billionaire's Rebel Fiancée: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Zayn's POVOne week after we signed the settlement, I woke to find Adriana already packing her belongings with precision. Folding clothes, organizing documents, moving through the hotel suite like she had a plan and nothing would stop her."Where are you going?" I asked.She didn't look up from the suitcase. "Home. Back to New York. This chapter is over."We'd been in London almost two months fighting Drake, and she looked exhausted in a way sleep alone wouldn't fix. The city felt poisoned by everything that happened and every street corner held a memory of stress."Let’s go home then," I said immediately.She stopped packing and looked at me. "You don't have to rescue me. I'm not falling apart."I crossed to her and took her hands. "I know you're not. But I want to come home too."Something in her expression softened. "Okay."We booked flights for the next day.Over dinner, being our last night, I said, "My penthouse doesn't feel like ours. It feels like mine with you living there."

Zayn's POVThree weeks after returning from London, I was in a board meeting at Castellano Global's Manhattan headquarters when my phone rang for the third time. I finally decided to step into the hallway and answered."Mr. Castellano, this is Dr. Sarah Mitchell from NewYork-Presbyterian." Her voice was professionally calm in a way that made me sense danger. "Your father collapsed this morning. We've run tests and the results are concerning. You need to come immediately."The hallway tilted slightly. "How concerning?""I'd prefer to discuss this in person. How soon can you be here?"Connor appeared in the doorway, he was waiting to understand whatever was happening. I put the phone on speaker without thinking. He listened quietly to the doctor, asking questions I couldn't form, getting details my brain refused to process. When we hung up, his expression was carefully neutral."I will drive you," he said.Twenty minutes later we pulled into the hospital parking garage. Connor navigated

Zayn's POVMarcus asked for me alone the next morning. Adriana squeezed my hand before leaving the room, and Enzo followed her out without a word. The door clicked shut and suddenly it was just my father and me and the beeping monitors tracking his decline."Sit," Marcus said, gesturing to the chair beside his bed.I sat and waited. He gathered himself, breathing carefully through the oxygen tubes."Your mother didn't die in a car accident." His voice was quiet but steady. "She took her own life."The words hung in the air between us. I heard them but they didn't make sense."What?""She had severe postpartum depression after you were born, and I didn't know how to help her." Marcus looked at me with tired eyes. "I buried myself in work instead of facing it. She grew more isolated, more desperate. I didn't see because I didn't want to."I couldn't breathe properly. The room felt too small."One night when you were twelve, she took pills." His voice cracked slightly. "I found her too l

Zayn's POVOne week after the funeral, Enzo and I sat across from Prosecutor Patricia Reynolds in a gray conference room. Connor sat beside me, legal pad ready. Reynolds's expression told me everything before she opened her mouth."We're declining to file criminal charges against Mrs. Victoria Castellano."The words landed like a punch. I leaned forward. "What?""The medical examiner found toxic compounds in your father's system consistent with long-term exposure. But the levels match accidental contamination from imported herbal supplements." Reynolds slid a folder across the table. "Victoria's attorneys produced documentation of three similar cases where this exact compound appeared as contamination in supplements from the same manufacturer your father used."I opened the folder. Case reports, medical studies, manufacturer recalls. All dated within the last five years."This is bullshit.""I agree." Reynolds's voice was tight with frustration. "But without proof that Victoria delibe

Adriana's POVFour weeks after Marcus's funeral, I was now finding rhythm at Sage's company when an email appeared in my inbox that almost made my heart stop.Subject: Director of Algorithmic Ethics & Social Impact - Apex IntelligenceI opened it.Apex Intelligence was offering me an interview for a role I didn't even know existed. Director of Algorithmic Ethics and Social Impact. Silicon Valley. I will be leading a team of twelve, building ethics oversight from scratch for one of the most influential AI companies in the world.The salary line made me blink: $285,000 plus equity.The start date is June, that is two weeks after my wedding.I read the email three times to make sure it was real.We were impressed by your integrity in exposing corruption at the Drake Foundation and your technical expertise in data ethics. Your work aligns perfectly with Apex's mission to build responsible AI systems. We believe you'd be an exceptional fit for this leadership role.My dream job. A validati