All Chapters of The Billionaire Rebel and The Angel (Alexander's Crave): Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Simon’s POV I barged into Olivia’s apartment, my was anger bubbling over. “What the hell were you thinking, making a move on Catherine’s life?” I demanded, storming toward her. She was lounging on the couch, flipping through a magazine as if my intrusion was a mere inconvenience. She slapped her magazine down. “I knew it was you; once Dexter told me some idiot came and intruded, I knew it was you.” she said, her tone dripping with disdain. “I do all the work and you just go and spoil everything.” I clenched my fists, fighting to control the fury burning in my chest. “How could you do that Olivia? You know I love her.” Her eyes narrowed, her lips sliced with a crude smirk. “You are so delusional brother. You think there can be anything between you and Catherine after what you did to her.” I felt my blood pressure spike. “Yes, in fact I do. What we shared was special and I believe in it.” “I knew you were stupid but this stupid,” she replied, her voice cold. She charged up from w

Simon’s POVI gripped the steering wheel, straining my knuckles as I watched Adolpho, her supposed ex, leave the bookstore. The way they talked, the closeness, the way she looked so relaxed twisted something inside me. I banged my hand hard on the wheel, frustration and anger boiling over, seeing them together was a punch to the gut. I wished, more than anything, that I still had her trust. That I could be the one who stood beside her. I waited until Adolpho drove off, then saw her slip back inside the store. My heart pounded as I climbed out of the car and headed toward the entrance. I had to talk to her. I needed to explain, to make her understand, even though the restraining order was a cold barrier between us.The bell above the door jingled as I stepped in. She looked up, her eyes widening in shock before narrowing into a glare. Her voice was sharp, cutting through the silence. “What are you doing here Simon?”I took a deep breath, fighting the wave of panic rising inside me. I

Catherine’s POV I stared at the steam curling from the water in the tub, trying to shake off the remnants of the night. Alexander with his head tipped back against the tub’s edge, looked as drained as I felt. I couldn't get the images of those female clothes I discovered in the closet while wandering out of my head. They’d been scattered in the closet—dresses, blouses, and skirts that weren't mine. The suspicion and confusion had gnawed at me all morning. “Where is Simon?” I said, breaking the silence. I needed a distraction, something to cling to other than the tangled mess of my thoughts. He sighed, the sound blending with the splash of the water. “Simon’s in jail where he belongs and he’ll be in there for a really long time.” He said without letting up his head or opening his eyes. There was a little silence and then his voice came harshly. “Do you feel sorry for him?” He looked at me. I frowned. “No. I just think he is a lawyer. It won’t be hard for him to get out.” “T

Olivia’s POV I had never been fond of Richard—his smug demeanor and ruthless ambition were everything I despised. But today, I needed information, and he was the only one who could provide it and since I was at the Company, why not? Richard looked up from his desk, his expression was one of genuine surprise. He adjusted his glasses and leaned back in his chair, the corners of his mouth twitched into a smirk that barely masked his curiosity. “Olivia Clarke in my office….hell must be freezing over.” he said, his voice dripped with mockery and intrigue. “Or perhaps you are in the wrong office, your sugar boy is down the hall” I fixed him with a cold stare, trying to keep my emotions in check. “Cut the crap, I want to know what Simon has planned for Alexander.” My voice was steady, though my heart raced beneath the surface. Richard’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Simon? Why would I know what he’s planning? Why not ask him directly.” I crossed my arms, frustration seething just bene

Catherine’s POV The bell above the bookstore door chimed softly as I stepped inside. She was striking—her dark, wavy hair cascading over her shoulders, her tailored dress displaying her sophistication. She moved about the shelves with such confidence. She seemed to know what she was looking for but the way she scanned the shelves with a deliberate slowness suggested otherwise. I was straightening a display of hardcovers when she approached, her heels snapping lightly on the wooden floor. I tried to keep my expression welcoming and professional. “Good afternoon! Welcome to the bookstore. Is there anything I can help you with?” She turned, offering a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Yes, actually. I’m looking for something in the suspense romance genre.” “Oh, absolutely!” I said, my enthusiasm genuine. She was a suspense romance lover like myself. “We have a great selection. Follow me, and I’ll show you a few options.” As we moved to the designated section, I noticed her gl