All Chapters of The Billionaire Rebel and The Angel (Alexander's Crave): Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

CATHERINE’s POV I hadn't planned on coming back. But here I was, standing on the doorstep of home,Wales, the familiar scent of the damp earth and blooming flowers pulling at my memories. Lydia, opened the door, her eyes widening in surprise as she took in the sight of me and the box beside me. I did it, I left Alexander Clifford, and I could feel pain all the way to my soul. "Catherine?" she breathed, her voice trembling slightly as if she couldn't quite believe it. Before I could respond, she pulled me into a tight embrace, her arms wrapping around me with a desperation that nearly broke me. I buried my face in her shoulder, the scent of her lavender soap filling my senses as the tears I had held back for so long finally broke free. "I'm so sorry, Mom," I sobbed, my voice muffled against her shoulder. I felt her hand stroke the back of my head gently, her own breath hitching with pain and worry. "Shh, it's okay, sweetheart," she whispered, holding me even tighter. "You're home n

Catherine’s POV As I stood in the grand hall, sipping a glass of the newly launched wine, I couldn't help but feel a strange breeze of emotions. The gown I wore, a glowing red that flowed elegantly to the floor, made me feel powerful, yet I was anything but. I was speaking with Adolpho, who had a way of making the worst situations seem manageable. We were chatting about nothing in particular, my laughter was forced, my eyes occasionally drifting over the room. And then I saw him—Alexander. It had been three whole weeks since I left Sussex and him, determined to never return and there he was—characteristically cool. He had the audacity to fly all the way to Wales after everything he'd done. My heart skipped a beat, but not out of love or longing. It was rage, pure and unfiltered, coursing through me the moment our eyes met. His presence was a hard reminder of all that had gone wrong, all that he had ruined. He started walking toward me, with that domineering, consuming stare in his

Alexander’s POV I stood by the jet on the tarmac, nerves fluttering in my stomach. Catherine had finally arrived, and as soon as I saw her, a genuine smile broke across my face. I walked towards her, my heart racing. “You came,” I said, my voice filled with a relief and joy. “I did,” she replied, her voice soft and steady. I took her hand, feeling a surge of warmth at her touch, and guided her up the steps into the jet. Greta, the air hostess greeted us with a polite smile as we entered, and I nodded in acknowledgment. Catherine and I settled into the plush seats opposite each other. Our eyes locked, and for a moment, nothing else existed. The air hostess returned with a tray of wine. We both took a glass, our fingers brushing lightly as we did. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. “You look breathtaking,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Her cheeks flushed with a delicate pink, and she murmured, “Thank you.” The silence between us lingered, and even though we said nothing,

Catherine’s POV Moments later, I could hear the jarring sound of police sirens and loud voices in the Manor, and then the door flew open as Alexander rushed in. His eyes widened in shock as he took in the scene—the bloody knife on the floor, my hands trembling, the cuts marring my skin. “Catherine, are you okay?” His voice was urgent as he crossed the room to me, his hands reaching for mine. “Olivia,” I whispered, barely able to speak. “I think she is dead,” “Where is she?” he asked, his gaze flipping to the balcony. I pointed, unable to form the words. He followed my gaze, stepping out onto the balcony. I watched as he looked down, his shoulders tensing when he saw her. He rushed back to me, his face pale. “She tried to kill me,” I managed to say, my voice was barely a whisper. Alexander saw the knife, stained with blood, lying on the floor. His expression hardened as he turned back to me, his hands were gentle as he checked the cuts on my hands. “I’m so sorry,” he murmured,

Alexander’s POV The evening had been perfect. The kind of night that makes you forget all your worries, even if just for a little while. Catherine and I stepped into the house, still laughing about some silly joke from dinner. Her smile lit up the room, and I felt a sense of peace, as if we could finally breathe after so much chaos.But the moment we crossed the threshold, that peace shattered. Our new maid stood in the hallway, her face was pale, eyes wide with something close to panic. “Mr Clifford, Mrs. Clifford,” she stammered, glancing nervously over her shoulder. “There are two policemen here. They said it’s urgent.” A cold knot formed in my stomach. Catherine squeezed my hand, her grip tightening as we walked into the living room. The two officers rose as we entered, their expressions were serious. They were dressed in their formal uniforms, but it was the look in their eyes that told me this wasn’t a routine visit. They glanced at our attire—Catherine in her elegant dress