All Chapters of The Billionaire Rebel and The Angel (Alexander's Crave): Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Simon’s POV I was in Alexander’s office, my heart pounding in my chest as I sifted through documents on his computer. I need to go through his Email, for the latest Intel on his meeting with the Spanish investors. If I was going to make a move for one of them, I needed to know what they had agree with Alexander. The humiliation of being kicked out of the company still stung, but thankfully, Alexander was late, he must not find me here. I needed to hurry and leave before he arrives. If Alexander found me here, it would ruin everything. I moved quickly, my hands shaking as I rummaged through the system for any and every information that could help our plan. The door suddenly creaked open. My heart stopped. I turned around to see his assistant, Jennifer, standing there, surprise etched across her face. “Are you looking for something Mr. Simon?" she asked, suspicion lacing her tone. . My appointment with Clifford had not been terminated officially but I needed to know if Alexander

Olivia’s POV I sat at the bar, nursing my third drink, the amber liquid burning its way down my throat. The soft murmur of conversations around me blended with the melancholic tune playing from the jukebox, creating a shroud of isolation around me. I was having one of those nights, my head was a mess and I sought refuge in the pool of alcohol. As I stared into my glass, the flash back of the past began to unfurl, vivid and relentless. When I started crushing on Alexander, he was just a boy, barely fifteen and I was well around my mid-twenties. He reminded me so much of myself at that age. Lonely and troubled. I was beyond attracted to him; I could say that I was smitten by him. It was an unbelievable attraction that I never tried to deny even though, he was just a boy. Growing up in the chaotic world that I did, I did not turn out normal and I embraced my uniqueness effortlessly. From the first day I saw him, I wanted to fuck him. He was lanky and recluse and something about his glo

Catherine’s POV Alexander parked his Cliff 500 at an alleyway and shot off the car. He got down, went around and pulled my door open. “Thank you,” I said, alighting. He shut my door and took my hand in his. I followed behind him, my nerves fluttering, my heart racing with peaked anxiety as we strode through a glass door. Standing inside, I quickly realized it was a Bookstore. My eyes toured the glass walled room and I was both confused and stunned. “What’s going on Alexander?” My voice wavered slightly. “It’s yours.” He said. My heart lurched; my jaw dipped in a gape of astonishment. “What do you mean?” “Happy birthday Ms. Kent.” He said, My heart did summersaults under my chest, my feet glued to the ground as my eyes toured the perimeter of the room. The bookstore was like something out of a dream. Shelves upon shelves of romantic novels lined the walls, creating a beautiful array of colors. The space was decorated with cozy reading nooks, each one furnished with plush armc

Simon’s POV I stood outside the bookstore, my heart pounding as I looked through the glass door. I felt chills trickle down my spine. Although I had not seen her in a while, I had seen her in my dreams, every night. I was desperate to make amends, even though I knew the chances of redemption were slim. The sight of her in the bookstore—she looked happy, peaceful, and as beautiful as always. I took a deep breath, the icy air biting at my lungs, and pushed open the door. The bell chimed softly, announcing my presence. She looked up from behind the counter, her eyes widening in shock and something else—fear, perhaps. I could see the anger simmering just beneath her calm exterior. “Simon,” She blurted, her voice taut and controlled. “What are you doing here?” The room started to stifle me, the space between us charged with tension. I stepped further inside, shedding my fear with composure. I could feel my hands trembling slightly. “I—” I began, but the words felt heavy, reluctant. “I

Olivia’s POV I paced the length of my apartment, anger shooting in my restless feet. The walls seemed smaller, each tick of the clock amplifying my building anxiety. My phone was clutched tightly in my hand, the screen dim with unanswered calls and ignored messages. My heart raced with each vibration, hoping it would be him, only to be met with silence. “Where are you?" I muttered to myself, the words coming out as a desperate plea. "Why aren’t you answering? You promised me—you promised you'd never ditch me." The silence of the room was deafening. My monthly allowance still had not come. It had been three weeks since I spoke to Alexander and still my allowance was late. Late! I felt like my entire world was crumbling. Alexander had never treated me this way before, until her, until Catherine Kent. Just then, the door to my apartment crackled, and Simon walked in. He had been in Spain working fervently on the Spanish investors and his hard work had been paying off. Two major invest