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Rebel 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
Rebel 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
Rebel 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
Rebel 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
Rebel 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
Rebel Billionaire's True Love 13. Alone Alone Alone
The two days following Penelope's exit from my hospital room spiraled into a relentless storm of rage and despair. Her absence created a void, a noticeable emptiness that seemed to echo off the sterile walls, each hour stretching longer, amplifying my sense of abandonment and fury. The hospital staff, unwittingly thrown into my turbulent rotation, became targets of my unrestrained anger.To the nurses who dared enter, I became increasingly belligerent. "What's her excuse, huh? Too busy to care about me now?" My voice would rise, a growl of frustration and hurt, demanding answers I knew they couldn't give.One nurse, a young woman with a stoic expression, adjusted my IV, her voice steady but distant. "Mr. Lane, I'm sure she has her reasons for not being here."Her diplomatic responses served only to fuel my spiraling frustration. "Reasons? What possible reasons could justify abandoning me like this?" I'd spit back, each word a bullet shot from a gun of anger and betrayal."Get the hel
Rebel Billionaire's True Love 14. Boxing?
As I signed the last discharge papers, a heavy weight seemed to lift off my shoulders. Turning towards the door, there she was. Penelope, standing just outside, her gaze anchored to the floor. The sight of her sent a wave of relief through me, so intense it was almost physical, like a punch to the gut. Shakily, I stood up, feeling the soreness of my muscles protest, but I pushed through it. My steps towards her were hesitant yet determined. As the distance closed between us, she looked up, a clear storm in her eyes. Reaching her, I felt a surge of something that felt like hope. As I reached out, she put her hands up my chest, signaling me to stop. Her touch was electrifying, even in rejection, evoking mixed emotions. "No," she whispered, not meeting my eyes. I let out a sigh, heavy with a cocktail of emotions. "Okay, I get it," I murmured. "Let's go home?" We silently walked down to the waiting car, the air thick with unspoken words and tension. I couldn't help but feel elated a
Rebel Billionaire's True Love 15. Hypnotic
Returning to the kitchen after Fisher's departure, I couldn't help but feel a gnawing sense of unrest as Penelope accompanied Fisher out the door. Every step they took together felt like a hammer blow to my already fragile ego. I lingered in the doorway, watching, a cataclysm of emotions swirling inside me.Busy at the stove, Aiken glanced over his shoulder and caught my troubled look. He had always had a skill for reading situations, and this time was no different. "Fisher's been here twice now," he commented casually, stirring something in a pot. "He and Penelope seem to get along well, don't they?"His words, though casual, felt like a punch to my gut. My agitation grew with each passing moment Penelope spent outside with Fisher. The feeling of helplessness was overwhelming, and I struggled to keep my emotions in check.Aiken plated the meal meticulously, laying it out on the bar counter. The aroma was enticing, but my appetite had vanished. He fetched a bottle of wine from the fri
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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,
