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Chapter five: Damage control
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MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE STRANGER Chapter Thirty eight: Divide the bed
Rafael’s POV…..The shower did nothing to calm me down, all I could think about was Isabella in the same room with me, and we have to sleep on the same bed.The water beat against my shoulders, hot enough to sting, but my mind refused to settle down.We were in Miami, there were cameras following us everywhere like some kind of reality show.The room next door filled with people who would sell a story, any story at all for a check. And Isabella—angry, and sharp-tongued, so beautiful in a way that made concentrating a problem.Fuck!!I shut off the water and grabbed a towel, wrapping it low around my waist.When I stepped back into the bedroom, I felt it immediately.Her gaze sharp on my body.Isabella sat on the armchair by the window, her beautiful legs crossed and her lhone abandoned in her lap. She wasn’t trying to be subtle. Her eyes tracked me openly, unapologetically, lingering just long enough to make a point of it, when j saw her eyes trailing to my crotch I almost took if m
MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE STRANGER Chapter Thirty seven: Miami
Isabella’s POV……I definitely didn't plan to go to Miami, but hopefully it would be worth it.I packed my suitcase and it all felt surreal My suitcase lay open on the bed, half-filled with dresses I wasn’t sure I wanted to wear and shoes I didn’t feel like walking in.But I had to act and look like the perfect wife and the perfect heir of the Monroe family. Every outfit felt I packed felt like a costume it spoke of a perfect wife, perfect couple and a woman in control.None of them felt like me.I stared at the mess for a long moment before flopping down beside it with a groan.“Why is this even happening?” I muttered to myself.A soft knock sounded on the door before Aurora pushed it open without waiting for an answer.She leaned against the doorframe,her arms crossed, eyes flicking over the chaos on the bed . “You pack like you don't want to”“I live in exhaustion,” I replied. “There’s a difference.”She smirked and walked in, picking up a silk dress from the bed. “This one’s hot.
MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE STRANGER Chapter Thirty six: Couple of the year
Isabella’s POV……We went back to the club, three jobless ladies on a job.The club looked different in daylight.It was less seductive and mysterious.Neon signs were off, the bass that once rattled my bones was replaced by a dull hum from the generators. The scent of alcohol still lingered in the air, stale and sharp, clinging to the walls it was a club after all.Vivienne walked ahead of us like she owned the place.Aurora was beside me, already in character her shoulders back, and chin lifted, lips curved into a seductive smile.She wore a fitted cream dress that hugged her curves like it was custom-made for distraction.And oh, she knew it.“Relax,” she murmured under her breath as we approached the front desk. “I’ve got this.”The manager looked up from his tablet, irritation flickering across his face — until his eyes landed on Aurora.Then irritation melted into interest i could see him ogling her, they fell for it everytime.“Well,” he said slowly, standing up, “Good afternoo
MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE STRANGER Chapter Thirty five: Safe place
Isabella’s POV……I left my parent's house angry and I didn't want to go back home, so I went to Aurora's place. Aurora was the groups 's safe place she was always there for everyone, whenever we needed her help.It smelled like citrus candles and fresh coffee, the windows were wide open despite the afternoon heat. Music played softly in the background — something slow and moody — but even that couldn’t calm the storm rolling in my chest as I stepped inside.Vivienne was already there, she said she'll meet us there.She was perched on the arm of the couch, her long legs crossed, dressed like she’d walked straight out of a fashion show. Bold red lipstick. Sharp eyeliner. Confidence dripping off her like armor. She looked up the moment she saw me, her eyes narrowing.“Okay,” she said slowly. “Your face says we have someone to kill.”Aurora rose from the kitchen island, concern written all over her face. “Bella? What happened?”I dropped my bag by the door and sank onto the couch, sudd
MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE STRANGER Chapter Thirty four: Make a choice
Isabella’s POV……I woke up early today, and went to the office to work on some files, I worked on the files I was supposed to and ignored Rafael the best I could.The sun hit my face as I stepped outside, I wanted to take a break and maybe go to the spa. I squinted, stopping short on the pavement, fingers tightening around my bag strap.Everything felt too sharp.My phone buzzed.I didn’t need to look at the screen to know who it was. My chest tightened anyway.Dad.I considered letting it ring. For a few seconds — long enough to imagine the peace of not answering — I actually did. Then the buzzing stopped.A second later, it rang again.I closed my eyes and answered.“Hello?”“Where are you?” His voice was clipped, already irritated, as though I’d inconvenienced him by existing.“At the office,” I said flatly. “I had to finish some files regarding the recent project” “And your husband?“ Irritation flashed on my face “He's not my husband ““That’s not important right now,” he s
MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE STRANGER Chapter Thirty three: After effects
Rafael’s POV…….The taste of Isabella on my tongue was something I wouldn't forget for the rest of my life. I wasn't supposed to do that, it wasn't part of the plan, we had just fourteen months together, two months were already gone. But when she came into my office like that, I couldn't resist her.I should have stopped it.That was the thought pounding through my head as the door slammed behind Isabella.The echo of it lingered in my office I had acted like a coward, and acted coldly after she just came all over my face and now she stormed out of my office boiling with rage.I stood there for a long moment, staring at nothing, my hands braced on the edge of my desk like the floor might tilt if I let go.Control.That was my thing.And I had lost it.Again, always with Isabella.I dragged a hand down my face, exhaling slowly. My pulse was still racing, anger and something far more dangerous tangled together in my chest. I hated that she could do that to me. Hated that she could
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