All Chapters of The Billionaire Rebel and The Angel (Alexander's Crave): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Alexander’s POVI stumbled through the front door, my mind racing, heart pounding in my chest. I had come straight from the airport, on my way to go meet with Clifford Spanish partners but unable to shake the gnawing feeling that something was terribly wrong, I ditched my flight and headed back home.Simon had called to inform me that Catherine fainted and from that very second, I was thrown into a deep state of panic. A strangling feeling that I could not shake off. It was the first time I felt this way, this first time since Arthur brought news of the death of my parents. The depth of fear inside of me was undeniable proof that this rebel didn’t want to lose Catherine Kent.The last four weeks had felt like flying on clear skies. Except the regular dose of Catherine’s stubbornness, we hadn’t had any major quarrels since that night on the Patio and my move with the ULTRA stocks coupled with my cutting edge vision for Cliff, had drawn nearly all the board members to my side, except fo

Catherine’s POVI do not want to lose you; he said, with the most genuine eyes and awry tone. The words played in my head all through the night and slipped into my dream and now waking up, it was the best feeling ever.I woke up to the soft, golden light of dawn streaming through the curtains. Stretching luxuriously, I stirred to reach for Alexander but my hands caress the empty space on the bed instead.Greedy you, my goddess taunts me.I open my eyes to examine the bed more thoroughly as if he could have been hiding somewhere underneath its sheets and I find a neatly folded note on his pillow. My heart skipped a beat as I picked it up, recognizing his familiar, elegant handwriting.“Catherine,I have had to leave early for an urgent business trip to Spain. I will be back in a few days. A smile crept across my lips as I read his words. Spain. Oh, so we are doing notes now. He had never left me a note before. Feeling giddy, I reach for my phone on my nightstand and quickly type out a

Alexander’s POVI sat in the meeting room, surrounded by my Spanish investors, trying to focus on the presentation at hand. But I couldn't. My mind was elsewhere, consumed by the bombshell Olivia had dropped on me. Catherine had been fucking Simon. The words echoed in my head, each repetition feeling like a dagger in my chest.But I shouldn’t be bothered, the contract allows her to explore, just not within the Manor. But I asked him to stay away from her! Shit! Why the heck did it burn so much?The meeting dragged on, and I gave up trying to concentrate. I excused myself early, claiming an urgent personal matter, and booked the next flight back to Sussex. The hours in transit felt like an eternity, my thoughts racing with anger, betrayal, and disbelief.No one betrayed you Alexander, get a hold of yourself.I arrived the Manor late that night. The house was quiet, the kind of stillness that only deep night brings. I headed straight for Simon's room, my steps heavy. Without knocking,

Simon’s POVI spotted her lounging by the pool, basking in the afternoon sun. A cocktail sat on the table next to her, the ice melting slowly, mirroring her relaxed appearance. Her dark shades hid her eyes, but I knew she was aware of my presence.“Olivia," I called, my voice barely masking my frustration. She did not move. Typical.I approached her, my footsteps echoing. "Olivia, we need to talk." I dunked into the lounger next to hers.Finally, she tilted her head slightly, acknowledging me with a raised eyebrow above the rim of her shades. "Yes, dear brother?" Her tone was light, almost mocking.I leaned in, dipping my voice to a fierce whisper. "You were the one who did it, weren’t you? You placed Catherine’s underwear in my closet.” I demanded, my fists clenching at my sides.Her lips curled into a lazy smile. "Because you were too weak to stick to our plan….as always," She sighed, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "So I helped you."“Helped me?" I spat, incredul

Alexander’s POV I was suffocating in my own silence. Guilt and rage tearing at my insides like a relentless storm. How did I become this vulnerable? this torn? this touchable? I am Alexander Clifford, the Rebel of Sussex and I always remain unfazed, unbreakable—a brute who could endure anything. But now, sitting alone in the darkness of my bedroom, I realize how just how much I am shifting. And then I hear my door open, it’s Olivia. Ofcourse it’s Olivia. Here to take advantage of my vulnerability. Giving herself her usual invitation to my bedroom in her usual black skimpy lingerie. “Hey baby….why do you look so torn?” She approached, a smug smile on her face, her voice low and seductive. Her appointment in my bedroom was very clear. “You're enjoying this, aren't you?" I confronted her, my voice trembling with anger and despair. “Oh come on Alexander…,” She threw both arms around me, drawing me closer. “This was all Simon and Catherine and I’m sorry I can’t pretend to be unha