บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Rebel Fiancée: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Adriana's POVThe rain had stopped sometime before dawn, leaving the city washed clean and quiet. When I opened my eyes, the light was soft and grey, seeping through the floor-to-ceiling windows like something uncertain of its place, and for a few seconds I didn't remember where I was. Then I felt the weight of the jacket over me, heavy and warm, carrying the faint trace of Zayn's cologne.I was on his couch. Across the room he stood by the window with his phone pressed to his ear, voice low and controlled, the kind of tone meant for news that isn't good. His other hand rested on the back of a chair, knuckles pale with tension. I stayed still, listening to the fragments that carried through the room. Hospital, critical, flight, arrangements. His voice never rose but something in it made the air feel thinner. When he hung up, his shoulders stayed tight and he stared out at the city below, the skyline blurred by fog.Then he turned and his face was calm again, the version he shows the wo

Adriana's POVI didn’t sleep. The apartment was too quiet, the kind of quiet that waits. My laptop glowed with work I pretended to focus on, but my thoughts stayed with him, flying over the ocean, making choices I couldn’t control.The first text arrived early in the morning.You should have stayed away from him.—AI stared at the screen. Alicia. Her words didn’t scare me, but they made me sad. A woman sending threats before dawn was already losing the thing she was fighting to keep.Another text followed.He will choose his family. They always do.I didn’t respond. There was no point arguing with someone who mistook fear for certainty. I set the phone down, made tea I didn’t drink, and waited for morning.When the sound of a car reached the window, my heart steadied. He was back. Whatever came next, at least he was back.His footsteps crossed the hall a moment later. I opened the door before he could knock. He stood there travel-worn with his face drawn but focused. He didn’t look def

Adriana’s POVWe arrived at my apartment just before sunrise. The city was still quiet, caught between night and morning. Zayn carried the bags inside without saying much. He looked exhausted but alive, that rare mix of peace and purpose that only shows when he has decided something completely.He dropped the bags by the door, took one long look around, and smiled in that small way that made him seem almost human again.“This is home for the next three days,” I said, hanging my jacket on the hook.“Three days,” he repeated softly, as if testing the sound.He moved closer and I felt the heat of him even before his hands found my face. The kiss wasn’t hurried. It wasn’t about survival or relief. It was something deeper, quieter, like he was saying we could finally breathe again.When I woke the next morning, he was already awake, sitting by the window with a cup of coffee in his hand. The light from the city was still pale, soft enough to make the room look almost unreal.“You’re staring

Adriana’s POVThe city looked different after three days of silence. The noise, the traffic, the pulse of Milan and it all felt sharper, louder, like the world had been waiting for me to rejoin it.Zayn’s plane had been gone for less than twelve hours when I walked back into my apartment. The air was stale and faintly scented with dust and coffee, the way it gets when a place has been empty for too long. His jacket was still on the chair. I folded it neatly and set it aside.This was my space again.The moment I plugged in my laptop, everything that had been on pause came flooding back. Notifications. Emails. System alerts from Reeve Technologies. The same headlines I’d tried not to think about for days, it's so infuriating that my name is besides words like breach and suspension.But I wasn’t angry anymore, I am now awake.I brewed coffee the way I always did before long nights of analysis. Strong enough to keep my pulse even. I tied my hair back, changed into a white shirt and fitted

Zayn’s POVThe message came in the middle of a meeting. One vibration, one photo of Adriana sitting by a café window, sunlight spilling across her face. The words beneath it read, Control your girlfriend before someone else does.I didn’t move. The boardroom around me hummed with talk and glass and quiet ambition, but everything inside me stilled. Connor was saying something about market shifts, his voice blending with the sound of the city outside, and for a moment all I could hear was my pulse.He noticed the change before anyone else. “Zayn?”I looked up. “Continue.”He gave a short nod, but his eyes lingered on me longer than they should have. I placed the phone face down and pretended to listen. My body stayed there. My mind was already across the ocean.When the meeting ended and the room emptied, Connor waited by the door. “You’re going to tell me what that was, right?”I turned the phone around so he could see. His expression darkened immediately. “Who sent it?”“Not anyone I