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chapter 15: when the walls fall
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The billionaire who never wanted a bride chapter 16: Shadow at the dawn
The first light of dawn barely touched the city, and yet the penthouse felt heavier than night. Isabella’s heart raced as she stood by the window, staring at the empty streets below. Every sound from the distant sirens to the soft hum of a delivery truck felt like a warning. Alexander was gone. Not a note, not a message, nothing. She clutched the small device he had given her, the one that could bring the entire board’s empire crashing down, and realized just how alone she was. Her phone buzzed. Unknown number. If you value her life, come to the docks. Midnight. Alone. Her chest tightened. Her mother’s safety depended on her. And yet, every instinct screamed danger. She wasn’t just walking into a trap. She was running straight toward it. Isabella grabbed her coat, checking the streets below one last time. Shadows moved in the alleys. Figures watching. Always watching. A sudden noise behind her made her spin. Heart in her throat. A man stepped from the dark hallway. Tall, silent
The billionaire who never wanted a bride chapter 15: when the walls fall
The lights went out without warning. One moment the estate glowed with quiet luxury, the next it was swallowed by darkness so complete Isabella felt it press against her skin. No flicker. No gradual fade. Just silence and blackness crashing down all at once. Her breath caught. Before she could speak, alarms screamed to life, sharp and violent, tearing through the night. Red emergency lights were supposed to activate. They did not. That was when fear stopped being distant and became real. Alexander moved instantly, his hand gripping Isabella’s wrist as he pulled her behind him. His body was tense, alert in a way she had never seen before, like a man who already knew how this would end. “This is not a power failure,” he said coldly. “This is a takeover.” Gunfire echoed from the east wing. The sound was unmistakable. Inside the house. Isabella’s heart slammed against her ribs. “How are they inside?” Alexander pressed a finger to his earpiece. “All units report.” Only static
The billionaire who never wanted a bride chapter 14: The Clock Has Teeth
The countdown did not stop. It blinked calmly on Isabella’s phone, red numbers slicing into her vision with every second that passed. 23:47:12 23:47:11 23:47:10 She could not look away. Her fingers trembled so badly the phone nearly slipped from her grasp. The car sped through the night, tires screaming as Alexander took corners far too fast, yet nothing felt fast enough. “They took it,” Isabella whispered. “The map. It’s gone.” Alexander’s knuckles whitened on the steering wheel. “I know.” “You knew?” Her voice cracked. “You knew this would happen?” “I suspected,” he replied grimly. “They never intended to trade. They wanted confirmation. They wanted leverage.” “And now they have both,” she said hollowly. Her mother stirred weakly in the back seat, a soft groan escaping her lips. Isabella turned instantly, pushing her fear aside as she leaned closer. “Mama,” she whispered. “I’m here.” Her mother’s eyes fluttered open, unfocused but alive. “Bella…?” Tears spilled freel
The billionaire who never wanted a bride chapter 13: When Blood Becomes Leverage
The hospital was in chaos. Sirens screamed through the night, red lights cutting across the white walls as security teams rushed in every direction. Isabella barely felt the ground beneath her feet as Alexander pulled her through the sliding doors, his grip firm, unyielding, as though letting go would mean losing her forever. Her heart hammered violently in her chest. Every sound felt too loud. Every face felt suspicious. “Which floor?” Alexander demanded sharply at the front desk. The nurse looked up, startled by the authority in his voice. “Mrs. Hart was transferred to the intensive care unit thirty minutes ago. Fourth floor.” Isabella’s breath caught. Transferred. No one had told her. No one had called. That alone was enough to tell her something was wrong. They didn’t wait for the elevator. Alexander took the stairs, pulling her with him as they ran upward, footsteps echoing through the stairwell. Isabella’s lungs burned, but fear kept her moving. Images of her mother f
The billionaire who never wanted a bride chapter 12: After the fall
The world did not end the night the truth came out. It only changed shape. Isabella stood at the floor to ceiling window of the private hospital suite, watching dawn stretch slowly across the city. Sirens had faded hours ago. News helicopters no longer hovered overhead. Manhattan had already begun to pretend nothing extraordinary had happened. But everything had. Behind her, machines hummed softly. The steady rhythm of a heart monitor filled the room, grounding her in the one thing that mattered. Alexander was alive. He lay in the hospital bed, pale but breathing, a thick bandage wrapped around his shoulder. Doctors had come and gone, whispering words like miracle and unlikely recovery. They had asked questions she could not answer and offered reassurances she did not fully trust. She had not left his side. Her phone buzzed for the fifth time in ten minutes. Messages flooded in from every direction. News alerts. Legal teams. Unknown numbers. People who had ignored her existen
The billionaire who never wanted a bride chapter 11: The Enemy within
The first thing Isabella noticed was the silence. Not the peaceful kind, but the kind that came after something terrible had already begun. The candles lining the walls of the underground chamber flickered violently, their flames bending as if the air itself was disturbed. Dust fell from the ceiling in slow spirals. Somewhere above them, heavy footsteps echoed through the church, deliberate and unhurried. They were not rushing. They were confident. Isabella’s fingers tightened around the ring in her hand. Her pulse thundered so loudly she was certain Alexander could hear it. But Alexander stood unnaturally still. His back was to her. His shoulders were rigid, his posture precise, like a soldier awaiting orders. “Alexander,” she whispered. He did not turn. The red light beneath his collar blinked once. Then again. Her stomach dropped. “You need to look at me,” she said, louder now. “Please.” Slowly, he turned. His gray eyes met hers, but something in them was wrong. The
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