THE BILLIONAIRE FORGOTTEN VOWS

Isabella stood in the middle of the room, her heart pounding against her chest, her eyes remained fixed on Daniel, who sat silently before her, unable to say a word.

With a trembling voice, she finally asked, “Daniel… what did you do this time?”

Daniel lowered his head, his silence was enough to make Isabella's heart sink.She glanced at Grace, who was sitting nearby, watching them with innocent confusion.

“Grace, will you go outside and play with auntie Hannah..”Grace hesitated, but Isabella gave her a reassuring look.

She slowly left the room and closed the door behind her.The moment they were alone, Isabella turned back to Daniel.

“How could you do this to us?” she asked, her voice breaking.

“I have spent years fighting for this family. I have worked so hard to build what our parents left behind so everything wouldn't crumble. Yet somehow, you always find a way to destroy my hard work.”

Daniel remained silent, Isabella took a deep breath, trying to control her anger.

“Do you remember when you took Grace's bankbook and withdrew all her money just to gamble?” she asked softly.

“It hurt me so badly, Daniel. But we rebuilt everything.”She stepped closer

.“And what about our parents' land? You took the documents and sold it without telling me. I only discovered the truth when a company started building on the property.”Her eyes filled with tears.

“You knew our parents would never forgive you if they were alive. But I did.”

Daniel finally raised his eyes toward her, Isabella's voice became softer.“Do you remember why we left Spain?”She swallowed hard.

“After our parents died, Mother had always insisted that we should move to Montclair. She never explained why, I didn't understand it then, but I trusted her, I thought this town would give us a fresh start.”

She walked toward Daniel and gently held his arm.“Whatever you've done this time, just tell me. We can fix it. We've survived worse.”

Daniel's lips trembled.“I’m sorry, Isabella.”His voice was barely audible.

“It was the work of the devil.”

Before Isabella could ask what he meant, someone knocked on the door.Knock. Knock.The door opened slightly, and Hannah appeared, her face was unusually pale.She looked at Isabella and whispered,

“The devil is here.”

Isabella frowned.“Who?”

Hannah swallowed.“Victor Blackwell.”

Isabella froze, everyone in Montclair knew that name, Victor Blackwell was the most notorious and powerful man in town, a man people avoided crossing at all costs.

Before Isabella could ask another question, the door opened completely, Victor walked inside.

He didn't rush.

He didn't need to, his calm confidence filled the room as he took a seat and crossed one leg over the other.

He placed several documents on the table, Isabella's eyes fell on them, her heart dropped.

The documents looked painfully familiar, she slowly turned toward Daniel, and suddenly, everything made sense.

Victor noticed the realization in her eyes.“By now,” he said calmly, “you should understand what is going on.”

He pushed a document toward her.“Yes. Whatever you're thinking right now is exactly what it is.”he placed a pen beside it.

“Sign.”

Isabella picked up the document and read it quickly, her eyes widened, he wanted her to surrender her family's properties, she looked at Daniel in disbelief before tearing the document into two.

“I will never sign this.”Victor's expression hardened.

“I would rather lose everything fighting for what my parents left me than hand it over because of my brother's foolishness.”for the first time, Victor's calm expression disappeared.

“You just threw away your only chance of making this easy.”

Isabella stared at him, Victor leaned back.

“I don't need your properties anymore.”

Confusion crossed Isabella's face.

“Then what do you want?”Victor's eyes settled directly on hers, his voice was quiet.

Cold.

Certain.

“You.”

*********

Across the country, far from Montclair, Adrian Valdez stood alone beside the floor-to-ceiling windows of his private office, staring at the city lights below.

His expression was unreadable.

Behind him, the door opened.

“Adrian.”

He didn't turn.

Lucia Valdez walked into the room with the confidence of a woman who had spent years controlling everything around her.

“You cannot continue avoiding this,” she said.

Adrian finally turned his head.

“Avoiding what?”

“Your marriage, Camilla told me you are not coming home anymore.”

His jaw tightened.

“Camilla is the daughter of the Spanish president. This marriage was not arranged for nothing. The Valdez family has responsibilities.”

“My responsibilities don't include pretending to love someone that don't love or care about me.”

Lucia's expression hardened.

“You have always been difficult.”

“And you've always expected me to obey.”

Silence filled the room.

Adrian pov

Camilla Ortega was beautiful, powerful, well-connected, and completely wrong for me. Marrying her had become the greatest mistake of my life. How could she terminate her pregnancy without even informing me? Did my feelings mean so little to her that she could make such a life-changing decision behind my back without a second thought?

But that wasn't all, she had deliberately harassed and dismissed my secretary, fully aware that she managed my schedule and handled my important appointments, her selfish actions caused me to miss crucial meetings and lose multimillion-dollar deals I had spent months negotiating, she knew exactly what she was doing, yet she showed no remorse for the damage she had caused.

The worst part was that she wasn't alone. My stepmother, Lucia, was always behind the scenes, plotting with Camilla to undermine me and weaken my control over the company. Those two women seemed determined to turn my life into a living nightmare, using my marriage as an excuse to interfere with my business and personal affairs.

Camilla might have been my wife by law, but she had long ceased to be a partner I could trust. I was tired of her manipulation, her selfishness, and her constant attempts to control me. They both seemed to have forgotten one important thing: I had worked too hard to build my empire to let anyone destroy it......not even my own wife.

“I need some time away.”

Lucia frowned. “Away?”

“From Spain. From this family. From this marriage.”

“You cannot simply leave whenever you are unhappy.”

Adrian looked at her coldly.

“Watch me.”

He walked past her.

“Where are you going?”

“Montclair.”

Lucia's expression changed slightly.

“Why?”

“I have business there.”

“What business?”

Adrian stopped at the doorway.

“Something private.”

He didn't wait for another question.

A few hours later, Adrian sat in the back of his private car as it moved through the quiet roads leading away from the city.

His phone kept ringing.

He ignored it.

The last thing he wanted was another argument about Camilla, the Valdez family, or the life everyone had decided for him.

His eyes fell on a file resting beside him.

Montclair.

A piece of land had caught the attention of his company, and several of his agents had advised him to inspect the area personally.

Normally, Adrian would have sent someone else. Tonight, however, he needed an excuse to disappear.

He picked up the file and studied it.

There was something about the land that felt strangely familiar, though he couldn't explain why.

His driver glanced at him through the mirror.

“Sir, should we arrange accommodation when we arrive?”

“Yes.”

“For how long?”

Adrian looked out through the window.

“I don't know.”

He didn't know how long he would stay. He didn't know what he would find in Montclair.

The following evening, Adrian finally arrived in Montclair.

His agents had already prepared a list of places worth visiting, One restaurant immediately caught his attention.

Isabella's Restaurant.

According to the report, it was one of the most respected restaurants in town.

Adrian looked at the name for a moment.

“Take me there.”

The car moved through the streets.

Neither Adrian nor Isabella knew that their lives were already moving toward the same place.

And before the night was over, a mysterious encounter would leave one of them with questions...