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4. Not Again
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Rebel Billionaire's True Love 5. Skipping Rocks
The darkness of the Lane Mansion enveloped us as we stepped inside, its vast corridors and grand rooms lying in silent repose. The only sign of life was usually Aiken, our butler, but given our unannounced arrival and his penchant for wine in the evenings, I suspected he was still fast asleep in his house out back. I flicked on the lights, and the mansion came to life, each switch illuminating parts of my past. The mansion's grandeur was overwhelming, yet it felt more like a museum than a home. I made my way to the den, the familiar scent of aged wood and leather greeting me. Flopping onto the plush couch, I watched Penelope move towards the kitchen. From my vantage point, I observed her with a quiet admiration. Penelope was at ease in the kitchen, where she had prepared countless meals over the years. Her movements were graceful and efficient, a dance she performed with the confidence of someone who knew every inch of the room. She moved from the fridge to the counter, her hands s
Last Updated : 2023-08-12Rebel Billionaire's True Love 6. Nothing Else Mattered
I stood by the creek, the weight of Penelope's words pressing down on me. In a moment of desperation, I picked up another stone and tossed it into the stream, watching the ripples expand and disappear. "What if I talk to Dr. Stclaire tomorrow? Would that buy me some time?" I asked, my voice a mix of hope and resignation. Penelope paused, her expression pensive. I could see the disappointment in her eyes, a clear indication she wished I would open up to her instead. But she knew the value of professional help, and the importance of addressing the issues I grappled with. "Yes," she finally said, her voice scarcely above a whisper, her surrender tinged with a sense of failure. Changing the subject, she looked at me, curiosity in her eyes. "Why did we need to come out here, Wyatt? What's going on?" I hesitated for a moment, then decided to divulge my plans. "I'm thinking of throwing a party here. A big one, for all the major players in New York. A grand ball right here at the Lane Man
Last Updated : 2023-08-12Rebel Billionaire's True Love 7. All Of It
The first fight set the tone for the night – brutal, unrelenting, and savage. My opponent, a burly man with a scarred face, came at me with ferocity. But I was faster, my moves honed by countless nights in the ring. The sound of our fists colliding was like thunder, a symphony of violence that drowned out the cheers of the crowd. "You call that a hit?" I taunted, my voice laced with contempt as I dodged his clumsy punch and countered with a swift jab to his jaw. The crack of bone was audible, a satisfying confirmation of my dominance.Blood splattered on the mat, drops flying with each strike I landed. His blood, my blood, it didn't matter. It was all part of the dance, the deadly ballet we performed under the flickering lights. The second fight was more challenging. My competition was younger, quicker, but he lacked experience. I exploited every opening, my attacks precise and cruel. "Come on, you can do better than that!" I shouted, my words dripping with scorn as I landed a brut
Last Updated : 2023-08-12Rebel Billionaire's True Love 8. Keep Your Eyes Open
Consciousness returned to me slowly, like a reluctant dawn. My mind was foggy, my thoughts tangled in a web of confusion. The stark white of the hospital room was the first thing I registered, a glaring contrast to the dark, chaotic world of the fight club. Panic surged through me as I realized there was a breathing tube down my throat. I couldn't talk, couldn't scream. My instinct was to reach for it, to pull it out, but I found my hands were restrained to the bed. The feeling of being trapped, unable to move freely, sent me into a frenzy. I thrashed against the bindings, my heart racing with fear and frustration. "No, no, no, Wyatt, stop!" Penelope's voice cut through my panic. She was suddenly there, leaning over me, her hands gently but firmly holding me down. "If you keep this up, they'll just sedate you again. Lay back, calm down. Let me get a nurse, and you can stay awake this time." Her words, especially 'this time,' struck me. How many times had I been in and out of consc
Last Updated : 2023-08-14Rebel Billionaire's True Love 9. Demanding
The tension in the room was real as Penelope slowly released her grip on my hair. Her eyes were blazing with anger, fear, and concern. She took several deep breaths, trying to compose herself, but the fury simmering beneath her calm exterior was evident. "How long have you been doing this? Fighting in that... that terrible place?" she asked, her voice trembling with a cocktail of emotions. A single tear escaped her eye as she spoke, tracing a path down her cheek. Instinctively, I tried to reach up to wipe it away, but she recoiled from my touch, pushing the marker into my hand instead. Her gesture stung, a reminder of the distance my actions had created between us. Reluctantly, I scribbled on the whiteboard, '2 years.' The admission felt like a heavy weight, a tangible acknowledgment of the secret life I had led. Her reaction was immediate. She gasped, her eyes widening in shock. "Two years?" she repeated, her voice rising in disbelief. "Do you have any idea what could have happene
Last Updated : 2023-08-14Rebel Billionaire's True Love 10. Not Sedating You
After Dr. Andrews left the room, the reality of the situation seemed to crash down on me all at once. The walls of the hospital room felt like they were closing in, and the weight of my injuries, both physical and emotional, became overwhelmingly tangible. Once a sterile sanctuary of healing, the hospital room transformed into a stage for my rawest emotions. As I sat up abruptly, a wave of pain shot through my body, a stark reminder of the physical toll my reckless actions had taken. The sensation was like a thousand needles pricking my skin, each movement amplifying the agony of my broken rib and a punctured lung. But in that moment, the physical pain paled compared to the emotional avalanche about to break free.Reaching out with a trembling hand, I grasped Penelope's hand, bringing it to my lips in a gesture filled with so many unspoken words. My lips against her skin were a silent plea for forgiveness, an apology for the chaos I had brought into our lives, and a heartfelt thank yo
Last Updated : 2023-11-02Rebel Billionaire's True Love 11. Jello
I awoke with a start, the sterile white of the hospital room greeting me like a blank canvas of my current reality. The room was silent, except for the heart monitor's steady beeping. Penelope was gone, and so was Aiken. Instead, Fabin stood against the wall with a casual, almost predatory stance. His presence was contradictory to the sanitized environment of the hospital, a stark reminder of the darker world I often inhabited.Fabin's smirk was unmistakable, a signature expression conveying amusement and disdain. "Took me a while to find you, Hawk," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You never sign your real name on anything, do you?"When I attempted to reply, my voice was a strained, raspy shadow of its usual self, the aftereffect of the recently removed tube. "Why are you here?" I managed to croak out, agitation lacing my words. The intrusion of my violent nightlife into the harsh light of day was jarring, a collision of worlds I had desperately attempted to keep separate
Last Updated : 2023-11-15Rebel Billionaire's True Love 12. Bed Bath
The next three days in the hospital were a vortex of physical agony, emotional upheaval, and a relentless battle against my own mind. Confined to a hospital bed, every breath was a struggle, each inhale an excruciating reminder of the consequences of my recklessness. The high-powered steroids coursing through my veins brought with them a storm of agitation and irritability. I was a prisoner in my own body, tethered not only by the medical equipment but also by the turmoil within me. Penelope, ever-present, became both my anchor and, unwittingly, the recipient of my steroid-induced outbursts. Each day was a tightrope between gratitude for her unwavering support and an irrational anger that I could neither justify nor control. "Try to take a deeper breath, Wyatt," Penelope encouraged softly during one of my breathing treatments. The exercises, meant to strengthen my damaged lung, felt more like a form of medieval torture. "I'm trying, Penny," I snapped, my voice laced with frustr
Last Updated : 2023-11-15
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Rebel Billionaire's True Love 35. Thriving
The playfulness between us was effortless and light as we dressed after our shared shower. I reached for a pair of black slacks, and Penelope pouted. "Back to all business today?" she teased, her eyes twinkling with humor. I chuckled, fastening my belt. "Maybe I should start a casual Friday policy at the office," I suggested, the idea amusing me. She laughed, a sound that never failed to warm my heart. "It won't have the same effect if everyone's in jeans, you know. There's something about the CEO strutting around in casual wear that's uniquely... rebellious." I grinned, considering her words. "Maybe I'll just make it my personal dress code then." As we continued to get ready, I glanced at her, a sudden impulse striking me. "Hey, want to take the bike to work?" I asked, half-serious. She gave me a look that was a mix of disbelief and amusement. "Are you trying to give everyone at the office a heart attack?" I laughed, the sound echoing in the room. "Okay, okay, point taken," I
Rebel Billionaire's True Love 34. Primal Satisfaction
The cool water of the shower cascaded over us, washing away the grime and sweat from the fight club.Standing there with Penelope, I felt a rare moment of peace in the constant frenzy that seemed to define my life. As we bathed, I couldn't help but feel the paradox of our situation. Here we were, fresh from the raw and brutal world of underground fighting, now standing in the luxury of my penthouse shower. The contrast wasn't lost on me."I'm thinking of doing something big," I said, watching as Penelope's fingers traced the contours of the muscles on my lower stomach, a playful yet distracting gesture.She giggled and continued teasing, but I gently caught her hand, smiling. "No, I'm serious.""Okay, okay," she gave up, her eyes meeting mine. "What is it?"I took a deep breath, the shower steam mingling with my thoughts. "I'm considering debuting the holographic overhead system at the party," I began, gauging her reaction. "I want to showcase a few different applications, including
Rebel Billionaire's True Love 33. Borrowed Time
After the whirlwind meeting, we returned to our main office, a space distinctly different from the technological wonderland of the tech room. The room was quieter, and more traditional, where we had spent countless hours planning and strategizing. Today, though, we were there to collect a few essentials needed for the big meeting tomorrow.As we packed, Penelope, with a hint of playfulness, asked, "How are we going to fit my desk in here?" I paused, considering her words. "How about we make the room bigger?" I suggested. The idea of redesigning our workspace to accommodate both of us was exciting. It symbolized not just our personal union but also our professional partnership.While downloading the necessary files to take home, an idea struck me. "Do you want to go to the fight club tonight?" I asked tentatively, watching her reaction closely.Her immediate response was a mix of surprise and concern. "You're not thinking of fighting, are you? That's not a good idea right now."I quick
Rebel Billionaire's True Love 32. Effective Immediately
The restless energy pulsating through me demanded an outlet to channel the whirlwind of thoughts and feelings racing in my mind. Despite the calming effect of the medication and Penelope's presence, there was a part of me that still craved the physical release. The adrenaline rush that came with the intense physicality of boxing.Quietly, I grabbed a pair of jeans from the desk and slipped into them. I opted to go barefoot, hoping to minimize any noise that might disturb Penelope's much-needed rest. As I cued up a boxing scenario, the familiar thrill of anticipation tingled through me.The room transformed, the holographic boxers materializing around me. I felt a surge of energy, a sense of liberation as I moved with a fluidity and agility that had been absent for too long. Each maneuver, each dodge, and each virtual punch was a step closer to feeling whole again. My body responded instinctively, reveling in the freedom and power of each movement.Then, mid-motion, I stumbled and ne
Rebel Billionaire's True Love 31. It's About Time
As Penelope nestled into the comfort of the couch, her body relaxing into the soft fabric, I couldn't help but feel a wave of affection wash over me. She looked so peaceful and at ease, a stark distinction to my agitation. Leaning down, I gently kissed her forehead, whispering softly, "Hey, if you doze off here, just remember, when you wake up, this place might look like a sci-fi command center or a boxing ring. Don't freak out, okay?" She murmured a sleepy acknowledgment, a faint smile on her lips as she wrapped herself in the blanket, her head disappearing beneath it. I turned back to my array of screens, the task at hand clawing at my mind with relentless urgency. The footage, now paired with the transcripts from the lip-reader, promised revelations. Some I anticipated, others I dreaded. As I dove into the dialogue, the reality of what had transpired during my absence from the company began solidifying in a way that left me reeling. The project was initiated during Morgan's te
Rebel Billionaire's True Love 30. Without Any Fuss
The morning sunlight filtered through the windows as I woke up, already feeling a sense of anticipation for the day ahead. Penelope was already stirring, her movements slow and deliberate as she navigated the lingering discomfort from her injuries. I watched her for a moment, admiring her resilience. "Morning," I said, my voice still heavy with sleep. "Morning," she replied, offering a small but genuine smile. Despite the bruising on her face, a light in her eyes spoke volumes about her inner strength. As we got ready for work, I noticed her skillfully applying makeup to cover the bruises. The transformation was impressive. "You're pretty good at that," I commented, leaning against the doorway. She gave me a playful smile. "Years of practice," she said. "Now, let's see what I can do about yours." I raised an eyebrow, slightly amused. "Really?" She nodded, beckoning me over. I sat down, and she gently applied makeup to the lingering marks left over on my face. "I should have
Rebel Billionaire's True Love 29. This Dance
We headed to the pharmacy, a quiet air between us, filled with unspoken thoughts and a newfound understanding. I could feel Penelope's calming presence beside me, a comforting reminder of our conversation with Dr. StClaire. Inside the pharmacy, the mundane task of collecting my medication felt odd. I didn't usually handle these things on my own. I reached for the prescribed anxiety meds, feeling a twinge of resistance but knowing it was necessary. As I handed them to the pharmacist, I caught a glimpse of the condom aisle. On impulse, I walked over and grabbed a box. Penelope watched me, a playful glint in her eyes. "Just in case, huh?" she teased, a smile tugging at her lips. I shrugged, feeling a little bashful but firm in my decision. "Just in case you change your mind, you know, options," I replied, trying to sound casual but aware of the deeper implications of my choice. She chuckled softly, her eyes warm with affection. "Always thinking ahead, aren't you, Wyatt?" she said, he
Rebel Billionaire's True Love 28. Medication
The warm water of the shower cascaded over me as I lathered my hair, my thoughts drifting to how seamlessly Penelope and I were falling into this new phase of our relationship. It felt natural, as if we'd been doing it for years, and that realization made me smile. Through the clear glass of the shower, I watched Penelope settle into the bath, her presence a comforting constant in the ever-changing landscape of my life. I took my time in the shower, moving methodically as I shaved my chest, stomach, and pubic area. The razor glided smoothly over my skin, its repetition almost therapeutic. I was acutely aware of Penelope's gaze on me, her eyes following each movement with an unnerving and exhilarating intensity. Every now and then, I caught her eyes through the steamy glass, her expression one of quiet observation. The moment's intimacy was not lost on me. Here I was, performing a routine yet personal task under her watchful eyes. It was an exposure I had never allowed anyone else
Rebel Billionaire's True Love 27. I Never Knew
As I quietly slipped out of Penny's embrace, the neon numbers of the clock reading 4:15 am glowed in the darkness. I paused, savoring the peaceful sight of her sleeping. Resisting the urge to shower — an action becoming more of a compulsion than a necessity — I headed towards my office instead. I knew there, amidst my technological sanctuary, I could delve into work without disturbing her slumber. The office in our city penthouse starkly contrasted the one at the estate. Here, the technology was cutting-edge, a testament to my relentless pursuit of perfection and control. As I entered, the room came to life, the overhead holographic projector and rows of screens lighting up, enveloping me in a sea of data and virtual imagery. This was my realm, where I could drown in the endless information streams and momentarily escape the complexities of emotions and relationships. Each screen told a different story, and each data point was a piece of the puzzle I was trying to solve. The latest,
