All Chapters of The Billionaire's Rebound Wife (English): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“So, when’s the wedding?”Dylan stopped laughing the moment his mother’s question sank in. He lifted his gaze and caught her watching him closely, as if waiting for his answer. A small smile slowly curved on his lips as he slipped an arm around his girlfriend’s waist.“We’re just waiting for the right time, Ma,” he said softly.His mother’s brows immediately drew together. “You and Brielle aren’t getting any younger, son. What exactly are you still waiting for—”“Don’t force our son, Layla.”His father’s voice cut his mother off, making it hard for Dylan not to smile.“Dylan can decide for himself. He’s old enough. And besides, Brielle isn’t in a rush anyway. Right, Brielle?”At his father’s question, Dylan turned his attention to his girlfriend. He looked at her, quietly waiting for her response. Brielle Clarkson met his gaze. He didn’t miss the subtle pout on her lips before she turned to his parents and flashed them a sweet smile.“Of course, Tito. I can wait for Dylan. I understan

“What’s with that face, Dylan? You look miserable.”Dylan frowned even more when he heard his cousin’s comment. Iverson dropped onto the seat beside him and handed him a glass of wine. Dylan shook his head slightly, like he wasn’t fully there, before taking it.“What do you want?” he asked, taking a slow sip.Iverson let out a quiet laugh. “Do I need a reason just to sit with you? Wow. You really know how to make someone feel welcome,” he said, shaking his head.Dylan scoffed. “Then why are you here?”“Danielle and Maurice told me to check on you. They said you looked like you needed someone to talk to.”Dylan shook his head again. Those two. “Do I really look like I need someone to talk to?” he asked, letting out a bitter laugh.“You’ve been sitting there alone all night. You’ve looked stressed for hours,” Iverson said with a yawn. “What is it? Work? That case? The one involving Senator Clemente?” He waved it off. “I already know. Even my dad’s stressed because of that. He barely sle

“Do you really think acting like a brat is going to help you survive, Kaia?”I was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard Aziel’s voice on the other end of the call. I rolled my eyes in pure disappointment.“Didn’t you hear what I said earlier?” I snapped. “It wasn’t entirely my fault. The way I reacted was on her. I didn’t start anything. I was minding my own business in my room when she suddenly came at me.”I brushed my hair back irritably as I stared at the road. Of all the things I could’ve left behind, I forgot my car keys. There was no way I was going back inside—not when my aunt was probably still fuming. I’d get them later, once she cooled down and stopped acting like the house wasn’t mine.“So what now?” Aziel said. “Kaia, I’m in a mess right now. I want to help you, but I can’t. I’m stuck here. My dad won’t let me leave. I messed up pretty bad, and this is his way of punishing me—”“Dude, what are you, sixteen?” I laughed. I took a deep breath and scanned the empty street.

“I was so humiliated, Aziel. Damn. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that kind of embarrassment in my entire life,” I complained as I rushed out of the house.Aziel let out a deep sigh on the other end of the line. “You don’t even know how to feel shame,” he muttered.I stopped walking and forced myself to breathe.“Okay, fine. I’ve buried shame somewhere deep in my system a long time ago but last night was different. I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. Do I really look like a fucking minor to you?”I slid into my car and glanced back at the house. It looked quiet. Aunt Aurora was probably still asleep, so I wasted no time pulling away before she could wake up and stop me again.I started the engine, rolled down the window, and gestured for the guard to open the gate. They complied reluctantly. As if they had a choice.I placed my phone on the holder and switched it to speaker.“You just look really young—”“Wow, Aziel. Wow,” I cut in sharply. “Thanks for the fucking compliment.”The

I was trembling with nerves.Earlier, I had almost thrown my pride away when I called Attorney Fontanilla. Now, all the courage I’d managed to gather seemed to have evaporated. I had to admit it. I was nervous. I didn’t even know if what I was about to do was right… or if I was making a terrible mistake.I let out a deep breath and glanced around, half-expecting him to arrive at any moment. He had told me over the phone that he was busy and couldn’t promise he’d make it. That was why I was surprised when, an hour ago, he sent a message saying he’d come and talk to me himself.I knew the address I gave him must’ve raised questions. But this was the only place I could think of… somewhere we could talk without drawing attention. I mean, who would seriously discuss a legal case in a bar? With the noise, the crowd, the music… no one would suspect a thing.I pressed my heel against the floor and fidgeted with my fingers. I didn’t know why I was this anxious. This was my idea in the first pl