All Chapters of The Billionaire's Rebel Fiancée: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Adriana’s POVMorning came before I was ready. The light through the curtains was thin and slow, the kind that makes you feel like the day is already watching and deciding on your moves. My desk was still a mess of papers and open folders. I sat there for a while before moving, trying to find enough calm to face what waited ahead.My sleep last night was shallow. My mind kept returning to the same details that included the false logs, the fingerprints, the faces of people who wanted me gone. I poured coffee, out of routine, not because I craved it, and watched it swirl in the cup until it stopped moving.On the desk lay my folder well organised. It contains every code line, timestamp and every signature. Victoria’s mark sat right there, hidden deep in the data. It had taken me hours to find it, but now it was impossible to ignore.By the time I reached the office, the corridors were already buzzing. People looked up when I passed, then quickly pretended they had not seen me. It didn’t

Adriana’s POVThe video call ended abruptly when a knock sounded at my door, and one of Reeve’s night staff stood there holding an envelope. “Message from Mr. Paolo,” he said. Inside was a note about a system glitch that needed my immediate attention.By the time I handled it and tried calling Zayn back, he had gone into his own crisis meeting. We exchanged quick texts instead, promising to talk properly tomorrow.The next morning, a knock on my door came before sunrise, quiet but insistent enough to pull me from sleep. I wrapped a robe around myself and padded barefoot across the cold floor, squinting through the peephole at a delivery man holding a white box."Adriana Moretti?" he asked when I opened the door."Yes."He handed me the box, tipped his cap, and left before I could ask questions. The box was warm in my hands, light but sturdy, with my name written across the top in elegant script.Inside, pastries layered between parchment paper, still steaming faintly. Cornetti filled

Adriana's POVMonday morning arrived with rain and that restless energy that always came before something new. The conference room filled quickly, voices overlapping as people settled into chairs with coffee and tablets. I chose a seat near the window where I could see both the presentation screen and the door.Paolo walked in first, followed by three people from marketing I recognized but had never worked with directly. Then Andrew stepped through, the consultant who had visited my office a few days ago. He carried the same easy confidence that filled a room without asking for attention.“Everyone, this is Andrew,” Paolo said. “He’ll be leading the consultant team for this project. Andrew, you already know Adriana, but for the rest of you… she’s our lead analyst.”Andrew smiled across the table. “Good to see you again, Ms. Moretti.”“Likewise,” I said, keeping my tone professional.The meeting moved quickly after that. Paolo outlined the project scope while Andrew added context about

Adriana's POVThe elevator ride felt too quiet. Zayn stood beside me holding champagne that had gone warm and flowers that were starting to wilt, his jaw tight, the kind of tension I recognized. Something was wrong and he was pretending it was not.I unlocked my apartment and stepped inside, setting my laptop bag down by the door. He followed, placing the champagne on the counter with careful precision, like he was afraid it might shatter if he moved too quickly."Tell me what is wrong," I said, turning to face him."Nothing.""Zayn."He exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. "How was your dinner?""It was fine. The work team, we were reviewing data models for the new project." I paused. "Why?""Who was the man you came home with?"Understanding hit me all at once. "You saw us.""I saw you laughing with him, and I can see you are comfortable around him.""That was Andrew. He is the marketing director leading the project. He walked me home because it was late and we had been

Adriana's POVMonday morning arrived with the kind of energy that comes from starting something new and I dressed quickly, choosing the shirt Zayn said made my eyes look brighter, my fingers brushing the necklace he gave me as I fastened it around my throat, the small weight of it is like a soft reminder that he was thinking of me even from three thousand miles away.The apartment felt too quiet without him, no sound of water running in the shower or coffee brewing or his voice asking what I would like to eat, just silence and the lingering scent of his cologne on the shirt I had worn to bed.Reeve Technologies felt different when I walked in, that kind of difference, smelling all new projects, or maybe I am just too excited about this whole project thing, then I noticed I might not be wrong because I could see it immediately in the way people moved through corridors with purpose instead of routine.My inbox showed seven new messages but the one at the top stood out while bothering m