Semua Bab REBEL : THE DEADLY HIERESS: Bab 1 - Bab 10

REBEL The loud, chaotic streets of Cali were loud and chaotic, but I had mastered tuning out the noise. Sharp as a razor, I could cut through a crowded marketplace with precision. My small, dirt-streaked hands moved in and out of pockets and bags with the specificity of someone far older, plucking wallets and coins without the faintest ripple of suspicion. I was a ghost, unseen and unnoticed, at six years old, and the movements developed my instincts for survival. As I walked, I could feel eyes on me, but when I turned back, there was no one watching, so I plough on. MICHAEL Michael leaned against a lamppost on the edge of the market, his piercing gaze following the little girl's every move. He'd been watching her for three days now, curiosity growing with each passing hour. Most kids her age had families, or at least a group to cling to in the streets. Not her. She was utterly alone, moving with a silent efficiency that spoke of both talent and desperation. Today, though, it was

REBEL The dance floor was flooded with soft, golden light. The air was filled with the elegant melodies of a string quartet. The dancers moved in unison as if they were performing a single, intricately planned performance. I pretend that I don't see him staring as I dance with this stranger, but even as I smile and engage in manly small talk with this uninteresting person, I can feel his eyes boring into me. I didn't realise that this entire event had been held in his honour, and I didn't recognise him for the billionaire he is. Abruptly, he approaches us and interrupts. My heart was racing for the life of me when he started dancing with me again. My heart was racing for the life of me when he started dancing with me again. He murmured into my ears, "What is your name?". As though the offer was more of a game than a gesture, my lips formed a slightly confused smile. "What?" I mumble back into his ear as I sexily wrap myself around him. "Your men can't find anything about me, Daniel?

REBELI darted through the dark hallways of the abandoned building, feeling the chill of the night bite into my skin. My movements were methodical, my breaths were shallow, and each one was measured. The knife grazed my side, causing a throb of pain. The hunters behind me could follow the small thread of blood that flowed to the ground. I was forced to continue moving. I was suddenly surrounded by people emerging from the shadows and in a corner. Instinctively, I reached for my belt, curling my fingers around my knife's hilt. I tense for their move, braced for battle. However, rather than attacking, a man moved forward and sliced through the crowd like a King among pawns. His features were calculating and crisp, and his clothing was immaculate. "Rebel," he whispered, his voice as calm and low as a storm's eye. "It has been a while." "Daniel," I spat, my voice full of poison. My vision faded before I could throw myself at him. The world tilted to one side as I was overcome with pain an

MICHAEL Except for the faint hum of the air conditioner, the room was eerily quiet. I sat with my hands resting on the polished oak of the conference table, looking at Daniel. He stood with a cocky ease, his posture deceptively casual, but his eyes were sharp and calculating. I could see why she was drawn to him; he was strong, confident, and had that intangible quality that screamed resilience—a quality Rebel would need in a partner if she was even capable of having one. She wasn't just a warrior; she was a weapon, a perfect one, honed to lethal precision. I'd made her that way, trained her to be superior to anyone or anything, and now she was, trusting this man was supposed to be her bulwark, her safe haven in the storm of her life, but was he her saviour or her doom? Rebel shifted next to him, her fingers twitching uneasily in her lap. She was always calm, a rock, but now, in front of me, she was unusually nervous. She should be; I could take down this whole room in a matter of se

DANIELI waited patiently as my penthouse's floor-to-ceiling windows let in the soft glow of the city lights. With each slight twist of my wrist, the rich red liquid swirled in the wine glass in my palm, which remained undisturbed. The world was asleep outside, oblivious to the tempest that was building inside of me. The time was 2:51 a.m. Unnoticed, she had sneaked out. My men were trained professionals, and none of them had noticed her absence. It served as a sharp reminder of her independence. She left because she didn't have to. Because she wanted to, she stayed. Since sSinceerished me. However, she conveyed a different message tonight, reminding me of her true self, her abilities, and the reasons why even my mention of her name made deadly rivals shudder. The last several hours had flown by. Bids from competitors are being withdrawn. Overnight, my stock increased. My adversaries shook as if they had seen a ghost and dispersed like leaves in the wind. Her face was not concealed. S