Semua Bab Chasing the Divorced Billionaire Heiress: Bab 91 - Bab 100

ISABELLA'S POVI was sitting comfortably in my parents’ living room, sporting a light, oversized sweater and a pair of soft leggings—an outfit perfect for a lazy Sunday.It wasn’t actually long ago that I woke up from a refreshing nap, the remnants of sleep still clinging to me like a warm blanket. The soothing warmth of family time enveloped me, filling the room with a sense of peace that I know I will never get enough of.My father sat nearby, wearing his typical stern but loving expression.Beside him, my mother rested her hand gently on his arm, one of their little gestures of affection as old as our home itself, even older.Across from me, my brothers, Owen and Nathan, occupied the couch, occasionally exchanging knowing glances that hinted at their usual banter. Their muted but playful interactions brought a soft smile to my face; it felt rare for us all to be together like this, the air vibrating with a quiet sense of unity.After several comfortable seconds of silence, Dad cl

THIRD POVThe anxiety in the room was so great that one could taste it.Nathan’s voice cut through the silence.“Why have you been hiding from me, Lilian? Why? What are you hiding from?”he demanded, his eyes drilling into Lilian’s own from across the room.Lilian remained standing, her posture betraying her turmoil.She looked on the brink of tears, her guilt almost vivid in the air as her gaze darted back and forth between Nathan and the floor. Each glance at Nathan's piercing stare seemed to shatter her resolve a little more.From the corner of the room, Isabella sat quietly, observing.Her expression was carefully neutral, but a subtle concern showed very much in her eyes.She remained silent, her attention moving between the two with the growing tension.Lilian still hadn’t said a word, her lips parting, but no sound came.Nathan took a step closer, his brow furrowing deeper. “It was more than just a kiss, Lilian... After that night, you changed. Now tell me... what do you know

ISABELLA'S POVI stood in the middle of my bedroom, surrounded by discarded clothes. Dresses, skirts, blouses—they were all piled up on the bed as I rifled through my closet, frantically trying to find something, anything, that would make me look perfect for the visit. These things were always so difficult for me. Perharps, that was the downside of having boys only as siblings. My fashion sense felt too masculine even to me; I would be lying if I said I trusted it enough, and in an occasion like the one I was preparing for right now, my doubt was twice the normal.I tried on a red dress first, spinning slightly in front of the mirror. Too bold. I pulled it off quickly, my nerves starting to creep in. Next, I tried a pale blue blouse with a white skirt. It looked pretty, but still didn’t feel right either.I was restless. Michael’s family wasn’t just any family. His mother, particularly I, wanted to impress her; according to him, she was the one who was at the forefront of pushi

ISABELLA'S POV“Are we even still friends anymore?”My voice was like an arrow, so unexpected yet so piercing, not just to her but to me; my breath trembled in my throat.For a second, she couldn't respond. She wasn’t prepared for me to say that.Her eyes widened briefly before narrowing, her lips parting as if she wanted to speak but couldn’t find the words. Her fingers twitched at her sides, her shoulders stiffening, almost like she was bracing herself for the impact of something hard.I took a step closer, swallowing hard as I held her gaze with mine.She could feel the judgment in my eyes—the hurt that had been growing for months, finally breaking free. “Like... Did you even know I was sick, Scarlett? Or were you too busy with your so-called actor boyfriend?” I asked.“Talk to me!” I shouted.Scarlett inhaled sharply, her hands flying to her waist. Then she let out a scoff."Come off it, Bella; I knew that bitch Lilian would tell you that." She spat, shaking her head."That gi

THIRD POVDr. Robert Langston stood before the full-length mirror in his room, meticulously adjusting the knot of his tie.He straightened his suit jacket, fingers brushing over the half-grey hair at his temples as a satisfied smile showed on his face.His reflection stared back at him, sharp and confident, embodying everything he had worked toward.His plan was finally coming together far more smoothly than he had anticipated.He let out a soft chuckle, remembering the exact moment when James had fallen for his proposal last night.It had been effortless, like a house of cards collapsing with the lightest touch. "Executive board member indeed," he muttered under his breath, his lips twisting into a devious mocking grin. But in all honesty, who wouldn't have taken the bait? It was a perfect offer, tailored to perfection, and James, from his history as an opportunist, had lived up to expectation.With a nod of satisfaction, Robert swiped at an invisible stain on his jacket, his moveme