All Chapters of The Billionaire Rebel and The Angel (Alexander's Crave): Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Simon’s POV I could hardly breathe as I stood there, Alicia’s desperate gaze was pressing down on me. Her eyes were filled with confusion and hurt, and I knew I had to push her away, no matter how much I didn’t want to hurt her. “Why are you pushing me away?” she asked, her voice trembling. “I’m sorry,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I can’t pretend anymore. It’s over, Alicia.” “Why?” she demanded. “I did everything you asked. I went to her and I delivered the note.” “I’m so sorry,” I repeated, though the words felt shallow. She looked at me as if she had been slapped on the face. “So, you used me?” she said, her voice rose with anger. “You used me to get what you wanted and now you want to discard me?” “You discarded me, Alicia,” I shot back, my frustration was spilling over. “You broke up with me.” She looked pained. “I was wrong. I’m sorry.” “It’s too late,” I said, feeling the resolve of my words. “You need to go.” Alicia’s eyes searched mine. “What was in the

Alexanders POV The office was quiet when Catherine burst through the door, I looked up from my desk, startled by her sudden entrance, her face contorted with rage. “Catherine, what are you doing here?” I was genuinely aghast that she was here. It was the second time she would barge into my office unannounced and this time, she was not wearing a seductive look. She marched up to my desk and threw a set of papers onto it with a sharp slap. The papers scattered, and I could see the title—“Vasectomy Report.” My stomach knotted as I realized what she was holding. "I was at Dr. Brown’s today for my usual appointment," Catherine began, her voice was tight with anger. "He had a parcel for you." I glanced up from the documents, my face grew tense with frustration. "Brown gave you this?" "Not willingly," she snapped. "But you know me. I’m not a silent woman." I tried to regain my composure. "I don’t think we should talk about our sex life in the office." I stood up and walked toward he

Catherine’s POV The room was dark except for the slivers of moonlight sneaking through the curtains. I was huddled on the floor, my back pressed against the wall, the cold wood pinching through my dress to my buttocks as my sobs pierced through the quiet room. My tears flowed unrestrained, blurring my vision, enclosing me in the darkness around me. The door swung open, and I heard Alexander’s voice, I didn’t need to see his face to hear his worry and fear. "Catherine? Are you okay?” I couldn’t bring myself to answer. I just continued to cry, it was too much, just too much. It felt like reliving the whole experience over again. I heard his footsteps hurried across the room, and suddenly he was beside me, kneeling on the floor. His hands touched my shoulders, his grip firm but gentle. "What’s wrong?" His voice trembled with anxiety. "Catherine, please, what happened Did Simon do something?” I couldn’t form words. The pain was too overwhelming and I nursed a good amount of an

Catherine’s POV I could hardly breathe, my heart was pounding with anxiety. Doctor Brown stood over Alexander’s bed. Alexander had been asleep for several hours that already made me start to panic. And although, Doctor Brown was standing right next to Alexander’s bed, with a calm gaze, I clung to the edge of the bed, my hands trembling as I observed Alexander with focused eyes. “Is he going to be okay?” I asked for the 100th time, my voice barely more than a whisper. Doctor Brown glanced at me, his eyes showing reassurance. “He’s going to be fine, Catherine. All the potassium is out of his system. He just needs some time to recover.” As if on cue, Alexander began to stir. His body shifted slightly, and his eyelids fluttered open. My breath caught in my throat, and tears welled up in my eyes as I leaned closer. “Alexander,” I said, my voice cracking with emotion as I wrapped my arms around him in a tight embrace. I could feel his warmth against me, and it was as if the world had r

Alexander’s POV It was dawn and the light was just beginning to seep through the heavy curtains, I could feel the warmth of Catherine’s body pressed against mine, her steady breath a was comforting against the chaos that had been our lives recently. My arm was draped over her, and for the first time I was afraid. Afraid I may not be able to protect her from all the chaos. My body still ached from the effects of the poisoning—a dull, constant reminder of how close I had come to death. But here, in this bed, with Catherine in my arms, that pain seemed distant, almost irrelevant. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to savor this rare moment of peace. Then my phone buzzed on the nightstand. The sound pulled me from the edge of sleep, and I reached for it cautiously, not wanting to disturb Catherine. A message had come through. My thumb hovered over the screen, a part of me already knowing who it was from. When I saw her name, I felt anger tighten in my chest. **Meet me at the old apart