CARLY RHODESI had a hollow in my chest for twenty-two years.A hollow where my daughter should have been.When I first heard her name spoken aloud-Rebel-I came close to collapsing. My husband steadied me before my knees could strike the floor, but nothing could catch the breath that left my body.Rebel.My little girl.All these years, I had dreamed about this moment. A reunion, a miracle. I had dreamt of the time when I would have her in my arms, kiss her hair, and say how much I had missed her.But standing there before me now, staring at the young woman standing before me, I realized something awful.She didn't recognize me.And worse-she didn't care.She stood stiffly by a man whose presence alone had the air thick with tension, a man whose fingers lay possessively at the base of her spine, poised for her to run at any moment. His dark eyes fixed me, unreadable and calculating.But it wasn't him I was afraid of.It was her.Her cold, hard eyes. The way she stood like a soldier go
REBEL The house was too quiet as we returned, yet I was pissed, so much so that I hadn't spoken a word as we returned home. It wasn't the quiet of a peaceful stillness that had settled over the house when everything was all right. It was the heavy, crushing quiet—the kind that sat on my chest and made breathing difficult. I stood in the middle of the living room, my arms crossed so tightly they ached. Daniel sat opposite me, his posture unselfconsciously loose. But I knew it for what it was. His hands were jammed into pockets, his feet firmly planted, and his face impassive. But the tension emanating from him was tangible. He knew I was mad this time around. He's always gone overboard but this was crossing a line he shouldn't have and the consequence is dawning on him now. He knew what was going to happen. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice level. "How long?" Daniel didn't pretend not to know. He breathed slowly and deliberately before speaking. "A while." I cle
MICHAEL The restaurant was quiet, the kind where people whispered and the air stank of expensive wine and aged wood. I sat at a table in the rear corner, back against the wall, eyes on the door. Old habits never died, no matter how much time passed. Jacque Rhodes walked in five minutes later, his presence commanding even in the dim lighting. He was tall, with a build of a man who'd never known frailty, and he had on a crisp black suit that probably cost more than most individuals made in a year. His eyes found me right away. I didn't stand when he approached, but when he reached the table, I did rise, extending a hand. "Jacque." "Michael." His handshake was strong, the kind that betrayed strength and dominance, but I missed the stiffness in his posture. He was a man used to being in control, used to repairing things with power and money. But this? This was something that power and money couldn't fix. We sat, and Jacque shooed the waitress away before she had a chance to
MIA I didn't need Robert, not really. But I was here anyway.I came because no matter what it is that I do, he'd never even look at me. Once upon a time he cared, he never loved me but he cared. He used to give me every material and I never cared about his many whores yet immediately he met her, he wouldn't even let any female close to him. What is it that she has that I don't?, What makes her different or special? Now, I've discovered that she is the daughter to my employers who are practical royalties rolling in their billions, their heiress. She has everything without even trying. The restaurant was upscale, the kind of place where corporate executives cut deals over hundred-dollar steaks and old whiskey. Dark, quiet, reserved. The perfect place for a conversation that no one else needed to hear about. I smoothed my silk shirt over, ignoring the tightness in my chest. The last I'd had the displeasure of seeing Robert was when he'd stood in the shadows, watching with that sneeri
ROBERT The club was dark, throbbing with slow, hypnotic rhythms that shook the floor. The conversations were submerged under the music, and that was exactly why we were there. Somewhere like this guaranteed discretion—nobody paid attention to anyone unless they were half-naked or waving cash. I slid into the frayed leather booth in the back, my back against the wall. A waiter hovered nearby, but I pushed him aside. I wasn't here to drink. The man across from me, on the other hand, had a glass of whiskey in front of him, twirling it slowly like we had all the time in the world. He was older, around forty maybe, with a tailored suit that yelled money. There wasn't anything particularly conspicuous about him—no scars, no tattoos to flash, nothing that would make him stand out in a crowd. That was precisely what made him so deadly. He was the kind of man who worked behind the scenes, the kind you did not see approaching until it was too late. "You're late," he said to me, voice smoo
REBEL The loud, chaotic streets of Cali were loud and chaotic, but I had mastered tuning out the noise. Sharp as a razor, I could cut through a crowded marketplace with precision. My small, dirt-streaked hands moved in and out of pockets and bags with the specificity of someone far older, plucking wallets and coins without the faintest ripple of suspicion. I was a ghost, unseen and unnoticed, at six years old, and the movements developed my instincts for survival. As I walked, I could feel eyes on me, but when I turned back, there was no one watching, so I plough on. MICHAEL Michael leaned against a lamppost on the edge of the market, his piercing gaze following the little girl's every move. He'd been watching her for three days now, curiosity growing with each passing hour. Most kids her age had families, or at least a group to cling to in the streets. Not her. She was utterly alone, moving with a silent efficiency that spoke of both talent and desperation. Today, though, it was
DANIELThe fatigue descended upon me like a blurred mist. I was exhausted from hours of exhausting meetings and desperately wanted to go home and have some much-needed alone time. Before Klaus, my best friend and business partner ruined the dream, my mind had already begun to imagine a peaceful evening—scotch, stillness, perhaps a book. His voice had pierced my brain's static with its forceful tone."You must attend the gala, Daniel. This is your gala. Are you aware of the consequences of your absence? He was aware that it was one of those debates I couldn't win. I was stranded in a glittering ballroom that felt more like a cage, all decked out, with incessant small talk andKlaus was a perfectionist; he nipped at me like a father at his son's ear. "Smile," he complained, nudging me. "You look like you're at a funeral." "Come on. It's one night. Show the donors you're human, not some stoic, untouchable CEO. At least try to look approachable." I forced my lips into what I hoped was a s
REBEL The dance floor was flooded with soft, golden light. The air was filled with the elegant melodies of a string quartet. The dancers moved in unison as if they were performing a single, intricately planned performance. I pretend that I don't see him staring as I dance with this stranger, but even as I smile and engage in manly small talk with this uninteresting person, I can feel his eyes boring into me. I didn't realise that this entire event had been held in his honour, and I didn't recognise him for the billionaire he is. Abruptly, he approaches us and interrupts. My heart was racing for the life of me when he started dancing with me again. My heart was racing for the life of me when he started dancing with me again. He murmured into my ears, "What is your name?". As though the offer was more of a game than a gesture, my lips formed a slightly confused smile. "What?" I mumble back into his ear as I sexily wrap myself around him. "Your men can't find anything about me, Daniel?
ROBERT The club was dark, throbbing with slow, hypnotic rhythms that shook the floor. The conversations were submerged under the music, and that was exactly why we were there. Somewhere like this guaranteed discretion—nobody paid attention to anyone unless they were half-naked or waving cash. I slid into the frayed leather booth in the back, my back against the wall. A waiter hovered nearby, but I pushed him aside. I wasn't here to drink. The man across from me, on the other hand, had a glass of whiskey in front of him, twirling it slowly like we had all the time in the world. He was older, around forty maybe, with a tailored suit that yelled money. There wasn't anything particularly conspicuous about him—no scars, no tattoos to flash, nothing that would make him stand out in a crowd. That was precisely what made him so deadly. He was the kind of man who worked behind the scenes, the kind you did not see approaching until it was too late. "You're late," he said to me, voice smoo
MIA I didn't need Robert, not really. But I was here anyway.I came because no matter what it is that I do, he'd never even look at me. Once upon a time he cared, he never loved me but he cared. He used to give me every material and I never cared about his many whores yet immediately he met her, he wouldn't even let any female close to him. What is it that she has that I don't?, What makes her different or special? Now, I've discovered that she is the daughter to my employers who are practical royalties rolling in their billions, their heiress. She has everything without even trying. The restaurant was upscale, the kind of place where corporate executives cut deals over hundred-dollar steaks and old whiskey. Dark, quiet, reserved. The perfect place for a conversation that no one else needed to hear about. I smoothed my silk shirt over, ignoring the tightness in my chest. The last I'd had the displeasure of seeing Robert was when he'd stood in the shadows, watching with that sneeri
MICHAEL The restaurant was quiet, the kind where people whispered and the air stank of expensive wine and aged wood. I sat at a table in the rear corner, back against the wall, eyes on the door. Old habits never died, no matter how much time passed. Jacque Rhodes walked in five minutes later, his presence commanding even in the dim lighting. He was tall, with a build of a man who'd never known frailty, and he had on a crisp black suit that probably cost more than most individuals made in a year. His eyes found me right away. I didn't stand when he approached, but when he reached the table, I did rise, extending a hand. "Jacque." "Michael." His handshake was strong, the kind that betrayed strength and dominance, but I missed the stiffness in his posture. He was a man used to being in control, used to repairing things with power and money. But this? This was something that power and money couldn't fix. We sat, and Jacque shooed the waitress away before she had a chance to
REBEL The house was too quiet as we returned, yet I was pissed, so much so that I hadn't spoken a word as we returned home. It wasn't the quiet of a peaceful stillness that had settled over the house when everything was all right. It was the heavy, crushing quiet—the kind that sat on my chest and made breathing difficult. I stood in the middle of the living room, my arms crossed so tightly they ached. Daniel sat opposite me, his posture unselfconsciously loose. But I knew it for what it was. His hands were jammed into pockets, his feet firmly planted, and his face impassive. But the tension emanating from him was tangible. He knew I was mad this time around. He's always gone overboard but this was crossing a line he shouldn't have and the consequence is dawning on him now. He knew what was going to happen. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice level. "How long?" Daniel didn't pretend not to know. He breathed slowly and deliberately before speaking. "A while." I cle
CARLY RHODESI had a hollow in my chest for twenty-two years.A hollow where my daughter should have been.When I first heard her name spoken aloud-Rebel-I came close to collapsing. My husband steadied me before my knees could strike the floor, but nothing could catch the breath that left my body.Rebel.My little girl.All these years, I had dreamed about this moment. A reunion, a miracle. I had dreamt of the time when I would have her in my arms, kiss her hair, and say how much I had missed her.But standing there before me now, staring at the young woman standing before me, I realized something awful.She didn't recognize me.And worse-she didn't care.She stood stiffly by a man whose presence alone had the air thick with tension, a man whose fingers lay possessively at the base of her spine, poised for her to run at any moment. His dark eyes fixed me, unreadable and calculating.But it wasn't him I was afraid of.It was her.Her cold, hard eyes. The way she stood like a soldier go
KLAUS The vehicle was too damn quiet.Not quiet enough to give you calm. This was more the sort that clung to the air, heavy on your chest, forcing it to struggle to breathe. It was oppressive, thick with things unspoken, tension so fragile it would cut you.Daniel was beside me in the passenger seat, as stiff as a rod of steel. His hands had not moved since he got into the car-still fists, still pressed against his thighs like he was holding himself together with determination.In the back window, Rebel was sitting back there with her back to the glass. I couldn't tell what she was feeling, but I could see the tension in her posture. Her shoulders were back, she was rigid. Like she was steeling herself for something.She didn't know.Daniel was not just angry. He wasn't just irritable.He was scared.And I'd never seen him do that before.I gritted my teeth and gripped the wheel. The ride went on, nothing but the vibration of the road beneath the wheels and the occasional shift of R
JACQUE RHODES I used to think that there were only so many moments in life that would move a man to his very foundations. The birth of a child. The death of someone he loved. The realization that he wasn't as in control as he had once thought.Finding out my daughter had been alive all these years? A moment that splintered everything.Carly had cried when we met her. She hadn't cried that way in years-not when we buried the child we believed was gone, not when the years went by with no answers. But there she was, real and alive, standing before us with piercing eyes and a suspicious look that said of struggles we had never stood beside her to fight.And then, just as abruptly as she came-she left.I held the edges of my desk so tightly my knuckles whitened. The glass of whiskey before me went untasted. The storm outside the house matched the one raging inside me.She left with him.That man. Daniel.A stranger. But within that one look, I hated him. Not for believing him unworthy. Bu
DANIELI found her.The moment I stepped into the grand estate, my gaze locked onto Rebel. She sat stiffly on an ornate velvet chair, her expression unreadable. The opulence of the place was suffocating—high ceilings, crystal chandeliers, and furniture that screamed old money. But none of it mattered.What mattered was the way she looked at me.Relief flickered in her eyes, but it was buried beneath something heavier—confusion, doubt. The kind of uncertainty that twisted my stomach into knots.Seated beside her were two people I recognized from my research: Jacque Rhodes, billionaire mogul with power in all the wrong places and more, and Princess Carly Rhodes, royalty with an air of untouchable grace. Rebel’s birth parents.Carly turned her sharp gaze on me, assessing, already deciding I wasn’t good enough. Jacque, on the other hand, looked more amused than anything, like he was waiting to see how I’d react.I knew their type. People who thought they owned the world. People who though
REBEL The moon threw a chill silver glint over the tops of trees as I picked my way silently through the heavy forest, the wet ground cushioning my tread. Every tension in my muscles was drawn to a taut thread of intent, every respiration measured. I had snuck out unbeknownst, moving around the security of the compound like a woman with a lifetime experience of evading those who had thought they could keep her pinned. I didn't need anyone. Not Daniel. Not my father—or handler, as he preferred to refer to himself. This was my problem to solve. Robert had betrayed me. Robert had abandoned me, knowing exactly what it would cost. He knew me well enough to expect that I'd go looking for him. But what he failed to realize—what no one ever quite did—was that I wouldn't hesitate when I found him. I would end it all here once and for all. I tailed him for hours, following a digital trail of breadcrumbs he had so casually left behind. It was too simple, but I was not about to let an oppo