All Chapters of The Billionaire's Rebel Fiancée: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Adriana’s POVI sat on the edge of the bed when Sage knocked, still carrying the weight of yesterday. Enzo’s words, Marcus’s cold stare, the way Zayn had looked at me like I was both a risk and a promise. It all tangled together until I could no longer separate one feeling from another.My eyes were puffy from crying when I opened the door and found Sage standing there in a designer suit, looking like she always did, perfectly in control."Surprise," she said, then took one look at my face and pushed past me into the room. "Oh honey, we need to talk."I closed the door and watched her kick off her shoes and settle on my bed like she had every right to be there."How did you get here?""Private plane. Called in a favor." She patted the space beside her. "Sit, and do not leave anything out."So I told her everything. The kiss in the rose garden that had felt like drowning and breathing at the same time. The breakfast where Marcus had dissected me like a specimen. The way Zayn had looked

Zayn's POVI stood at the altar beside Enzo, a position I had refused three times before he begged me to stay. Turning him down would have raised questions I was not prepared to answer.The ceremony space was obscene in its opulence. White roses filled every corner while crystal chandeliers fractured sunlight into sharp, glittering cuts across the room. Five hundred guests wore designer labels with the kind of pride that came from comparing themselves to everyone else. This was the world I had been born into, full of masks and alliances and careful performances. A world I had learned to navigate while building something entirely separate in the shadows.Enzo shifted beside me, nervous energy rolling off him in waves. He looked like the perfect groom with his expensive tuxedo and polished hair, but sweat gathered at his temple and his fingers trembled at his sides. My brother was terrified and he had every reason to be.The music changed. Guests rose. Adriana appeared at the entrance wi

Zayn's POVI watched from the edge of the dance floor while Enzo spun Adriana through the crowd. His hand sat lower on her back than it should have, a touch that felt possessive in a way only he could manage. Every part of me wanted to cross the floor and pull her away but hundreds of eyes tracked every movement in this reception and any scene I caused would spread through the city by morning.So I stayed still, silent, and furious, I can't even explain why I am feeling this way.Even from a distance I could see Adriana's face pale as Enzo spoke to her. Whatever he said was sharp enough to erase her smile and make her shoulders tense. The pressure inside my chest tightened until my fists curled on their own.Connor appeared at my side, his voice low and steady. "Do not do anything reckless. We have bigger problems than your brother dancing with your girl.""Tell me," I said, keeping my eyes on Adriana."Singapore is collapsing completely. The deal worth one point eight billion naira is

Zayn's POVThe study door closed behind me with a solid click, cutting off the faint music drifting from the reception. For the first time all night, the noise was gone, replaced by a silence that felt too deliberate. The kind of quiet that came before bad news.Connor stood at my father’s desk, surrounded by files and printouts, papers scattered in a way that made the polished wood look scarred. His sleeves were rolled up, his tie loosened, his expression grim."Everything’s here," he said without looking up. "The forged signature, the fake filings, every lie Enzo used to push that deal through."The words landed heavy.I slipped off my tuxedo jacket, folded it over a chair, and rolled my sleeves. The wedding already felt like it belonged to another life."How bad is it?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer."Bad enough," he said. "If this gets out, it won’t just ruin Enzo. It’ll touch the entire family."Before I could respond, my phone rang. Richard Reeves."Tell me you h

Zayn’s POVHours after the reception had gone quiet, the study lights were still on. The numbers on my screen refused to stay still. They shifted and recalculated with every authorization code I entered until the final total settled at three hundred and forty million dollars. I stared at the confirmation message, blinking once, slow, as though my eyes needed time to understand what my hand was about to do.Across the desk, Connor watched me in silence, his expression tighter than usual. His sleeves were rolled up and his tie was missing. He looked like a man who had spent too long watching something he helped build begin to crumble."Singapore says they will accept the guarantee," he said, his voice softer now, almost cautious. "But once you finalize this transaction, there is no taking it back.""I know."The cursor blinked again. With a single keystroke, the transfer completed. Three hundred and forty million dollars disappeared from my liquid assets. Money that had taken years of di