DISARMED--- A BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE NOVEL

ISABELLE POVThe tray rattled in my hands the second I let it down.“Are you blind?!” the woman snapped, jerking backwards. The afternoon sun pouring through the glass windows lit up every inch of her irritated face.I froze. “I’m…. I’m sorry, ma’am—”“Sorry?” the woman scoffed loud enough for the whole cafe to hear. “You can’t even place a tray properly? God, this is why some people stay stuck in dead-end jobs.”A few customers turned to stare. I swallowed the burning sting in my throat and lowered my head, refusing to meet the woman’s glare.“You are so reckless,” the woman snapped. Grabbing her purse and standing. “People like you should stick to sweeping gutters. Not serving humans.”She stormed out, heels clicking, leaving the restaurant buzzing with the aftertaste of drama.I walked straight ahead, with my head still lowered. I didn’t dare meet anyone’s eyes. I reached the washroom and sank to the floor, letting my petite body slump. My hands went to my face as I started sobbing

Isabelle's POV.I returned to work with puffy eyes. I walked past my manager without noticing him, lost in my thoughts. Where am I supposed to get that much money for Mom’s treatment? What can I possibly sell? I covered my face with both hands and let out a trembling breath.“Hey… are you okay?” Maya, my co-worker, asked.“No, I’m not.” My words came out immediately, desperate. “Can I please borrow some money? I need it urgently for my mom’s surgery.”Maya smirked slightly as she moved closer. “Okay, I’ve got an idea, you know,” she whispered. “There’s a man who can give you any amount you want… for just one night.”My eyes widened, and my mouth parted, but the words refused to leave. I have never had sex, and the thought of my first time being a one-night stand was horrifying. “Maya… I’m a virgin,” I whispered.“I didn’t know. But this is about your mother. Think about it,” Maya said before walking away.She’s right. If that is the only way I get the money, then I’m ready.“I can li

Isabelle's POVHis gaze locked on me. He didn’t speak, just let his eyes travel slowly over me, lingering in a way that made my skin prickle. The intensity of it was overwhelming; it felt as though he was memorising every inch of me without lifting a finger. His gaze trailed from my wavy blonde hair spilling over my shoulders, down to my round breasts with my tits visibly hard, to my lower abdomen, and my coochie.For a heartbeat, I wanted to step closer, to feel his hands on me again, the way he’d touched me earlier. But instead, instinct took over. I reached for the duvet on the bed and wrapped it tightly around myself.I didn’t want to hide—not from him. Being near him had always made me feel strangely safe. But the look in his eyes now… it wasn’t something I knew how to read. I’d never stood naked before any man, and the weight of the moment pressed hard against my chest.When I finally met his eyes again, his expression had changed. He looked furious, though whether at me, himsel

ISABELLE’S POV“Ouch!” I cried, lifting my eyes to find my Greek god looming over me, rage blazing in his stare. He looked ready to kill.“Wh-what are you talking about?” I asked, confusion etched across my face.He yanked me up and slammed me into the car. “You dared to put peanut butter in my mother’s food.”“Y-yes,” I stammered. “I heard she loved it.” I struggled against his grip.His hand flew up and locked around my throat. “She’s severely allergic, you whore,” he snarled.Air vanished from my lungs as his hold tightened. I tried to speak, but only silent gasps escaped. Panic clawed through me as darkness crowded my vision. I tapped weakly at his arm, begging him to stop, yet he didn’t loosen his grip at all.Victoria pulled his hand away from my throat, but he pushed me to the ground and walked off without looking back. I lay there catching my breath, holding my sore neck as the pain settled in. Victoria helped me up and led me inside the house.“Let me get you some water,” she

ISABELLE’S POVEighteen hours ago, I decided to stay far away from Adrian—to move out of his path completely, because he clearly hates me. Yet here I am now, sitting right beside him, our hands intertwined on the table like none of that ever happened.My stomach fluttered as I glanced down at our joined hands again. My cheeks were probably burning red; I had been blushing far too much. His fingers brushed gently against my palm, sending a sudden shiver through my entire body. His hands were big and strong, yet his touch was soft, careful… overwhelming in a way that made my chest tighten.“Is it because we’re in public that he’s being this affectionate?” I wondered.The thought made me frown, and I quickly shook it away.My mother is gone. I don’t have her anymore. And the only family I seem to have now is his family, who treats me with so much warmth and respect.Even after my mistake with his mother’s pancakes, she never once scolded me. Instead, she came to me this morning, holding