Lahat ng Kabanata ng ONE REBELLIOUS NIGHT (ENGLISH VERSION): Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

The bikini I wore was neon green because I was going to a pool party. I paired it with a black blazer that reached up to my thighs. I put on thick lipstick and light make-up.While getting ready, I couldn’t help but dance when I heard loud music coming from the pool. It seemed like the pool party was about to start because I could hear people shouting and shouting loudly.I put my things back in my suitcase after getting ready. The music they were playing was so hyped. I was even more excited to go there. It felt like I was going to a club or a bar.When I arrived at the pool, the waiter immediately greeted me and asked me to choose a drink. I took a juice first because I had just finished dinner. I would drink later.I smiled as I looked around the entire pool. The pool was big. Many were bathing. Others were drinking on the side. I had just arrived but I wanted to take a bath right away. I returned the glass to the waiter and got another drink of juice.After a few minutes of lookin

I sat on the bed, running my fingers over the soft fabric of the oversized shirt I borrowed. Miguel was still in the shower. The sound of rushing water filled the silence of the room.My gaze landed on his phone when it vibrated on the table. I leaned in, curiosity getting the better of me. My chest tightened when I saw the caller ID.“Love.”My throat felt dry. My fingers hovered over the screen before I pulled back. I didn’t answer. I didn’t have the right to. I placed the phone back and quickly turned away when I heard the shower turn off.Miguel stepped out, rubbing a towel through his damp hair. “Are you okay? You look like you saw a ghost.”I hugged myself, feeling the cold air from the open window. Maybe I did.His sharp gaze softened as he took in my posture. “Are you comfortable in what you’re wearing?”I nodded. I wasn’t cold because of the clothes. I was cold because of something else—something I refused to name.My eyes flickered back to his phone. That name. That one word

Monica looked at us in surprise. I forced a smile as I removed Seb’s hand from my waist.Miguel coughed, drawing my attention back to him. “Let’s go, Mon. They’re on a date. Let them be,” Miguel said coldly. He smiled and pulled Monica away.“Enjoy! We’re going somewhere!” Monica called after him while waving at us.“Is she really your friend, or—”“Shut up! If you hadn’t treated me to a meal, I might have punched you,” I said irritably, then sat down to continue eating.Seb just laughed at me. He kept looking at me while we ate. He would stare at me and then laugh. I thanked him and managed to stop myself from kicking him under the table, even though I had been feeling a little nervous earlier.After we ate, Seb invited me to the island bar. He said he wanted to drink. I agreed to go with him, but I had no intention of drinking.We walked to the bar he mentioned, which was close to where we had eaten.“Are you really not going to drink?” Sebastian asked as we entered the bar.I cover

Ken took a bucket of water and poured it over Sebastian. Seb slowly opened his eyes, blinking rapidly. His gaze darted to me—tied up, just like him.“Caroline!” he called out, struggling against his restraints. Then, his eyes landed on Ken. “W-Who are you? Where did you take us?!”“Secret,” Ken replied in a mocking tone.“Let us go! If I escape, I’ll kill you!” Sebastian shouted.“That is—if you make it out alive,” Ken sneered before delivering a sharp kick to Seb’s face.“Ken! Just let him go! I’m the only one you need!” I pleaded, thrashing against my restraints.Ken wasn’t satisfied. He punched Seb repeatedly, landing blows all over his body. My voice grew hoarse from screaming, but he acted as if he didn’t hear me.One of Ken’s men handed him a cigarette and a lighter. He took a long drag before blowing smoke into Seb’s face. Seb panted, trying to catch his breath.“Still no sign of him?” Ken asked the guards outside.“Not yet, Boss. Looks like that guy has no intention of coming,

“Why would their families blame me?” I asked, my voice trembling.Dad’s jaw tightened. “Because none of this would have happened if not for you, Caroline! Ken Salazar wanted to take you, and because of that, their lives were put in danger! If Miguel Damien Montevallo is dead—” his voice faltered, but then he pushed forward, “do you think the Mercedez and the Montevallo families will let us live? After losing their sons?”“No, Dad. Miguel is not dead! He’s still alive, and he needs our help!” I cried out, my chest tightening.Dad exhaled sharply. “We need to leave, Caroline. You’re leaving the country. Right now.”“I don’t understand! Why do I have to leave? If they’re going to blame me, then I’ll talk to them!”Dad’s grip on my arm tightened. I glanced at his men—they weren’t trying to put out the fire, nor were they attempting to rescue Miguel. They were surrounding us instead, as if preparing for an escape.“Let’s go,” Dad commanded. He took off his jacket and draped it over my shou