Semua Bab CONVENIENT VOWS WITH THE BILLIONAIRE : Bab 41 - Bab 50

CHRISTABELLA'S POV The club pulsed with the rhythm of the music, the neon lights flashing in time with the beat. I leaned back against the bar, a glass of champagne in my hand, and a satisfied smile tugging at my lips.The laughter around me was intoxicating, and I reveled in it, in the glow of the club’s lights and the praise from my circle of friends. The last few days days had been about photoshoots, interviews, and extravagant events. Tonight, however, was for me. I finally got to take a break and enjoy myself, enjoy what I loved doing the most instead of thinking about that loser, Isabella.I raised my glass to the crowd, smirking at the way the attention shifted toward me. "Cheers to me!" I exclaimed and everyone cheered. I laughed before knocking down the champagne in one smooth gulp. The alcohol burned, but it felt like freedom.Here, I didn't need to put on an act. I didn't need to pretend I care about anyone. I get to be my true self and not that stomach turning angelic ima

ISABELLA'S POV The screen in front of me flickered with the live broadcast of Christabella Sterling’s public disgrace. My heart pounded—not with fear or apprehension, but with a dark, consuming satisfaction. She was there, crumpled on the pavement outside the agency she’d ruled like a queen, her designer dress smeared with dirt, her sobs wrecking her body. Just like it had happened to me. Just like they did to me.Cameras flashed on her, capturing her tear streaked face.Ethan sat beside me, his laptop open on the coffee table, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "She’s really falling apart," he muttered, leaning back into the couch.I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the screen. Every curse, every accusation hurled at Christabella felt like a balm to the wounds she had inflicted on me. She and Daniel had stolen everything from me once—my career, my dignity, my life. Watching her crumble now was like reclaiming a piece of myself. “She deserves every second of this,” I whispered, more

NICHOLAS POV The air was cool against my face as I leaned against my car, parked just outside Westhaven Tower. I couldn’t sit inside, not with the restless energy pulsing through me. My foot tapped against the pavement, and my arms were crossed tightly over my chest as I kept my eyes trained on the building’s entrance.Why was I even here? After my race with Alex, I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to see her. Needed to see her.It didn’t make sense. None of this did. Yet here I was, waiting outside her meeting like some damn fool, as if just catching a glimpse of her would make everything in my head stop spinning.The doors slid open again, and this time, it was her. My heart skipped. She was walking out with that determined stride of hers, a quiet fire in her posture, her bag slung over one shoulder. Her hair fell over her face as she looked down at her phone.I stiffened, my chest pounding. God, she was beautiful. Too beautiful.And then she looked up, her gaze scanning the street.

ISABELLA'S POV The ride to Mr. Arlington's office was a blur. Mr. Arlington was waiting in his office, pacing back and forth when I entered. He didn’t greet me with the usual pleasantries."What's going on with your firm, Isabella? I just saw the news. It's everywhere and I'm confused. How is it that the firm is no longer in your hand? How long were you planning to hide that truth from me?"I let out a sign and sat down "It is true, Mr. Arlington. The firm is no longer run by mine at the moment. I apologized for not telling you sooner but it is complicated"I went on to summarize everything that had happened between Daniel and I, excluding the part of my marriage with Nicholas being fake. Mr. Arlington stopped pacing, his eyes wide in disbelief by the time I was done. I set my jaw and continued "Daniel is behind all of this. He orchestrated this whole thing to ruin my reputation because he probably figured out that I wouldn't just stand back and watch him ruin my hard work. I'm doin

ISABELLA'S POV I paused, swallowing back the lump rising in my throat. "At first, I learned law because I was desperate. Desperate for my father’s approval, his love and his support. But eventually, I fell in love with it. It wasn’t about my father anymore. It wasn’t about proving myself to him or anyone else. Law became my anchor. Providing justice to people who’d been treated unfairly—people like me—it gave me a sense of peace. A sense of purpose. Because I’ve spent my entire life being treated unjustly, and I thought... maybe if I couldn’t find justice for myself, at least I could bring it to others.""The moment I graduated, I started building my firm. God-It wasn’t easy. It took me six years. Six long, grueling years to get it off the ground." My voice cracked. "No one supported me. Not even my father. He was against it from the start. He said I was only a lawyer to work for him, but I didn’t want to be someone else’s lawyer. I didn’t want to live in someone else’s shadow. I wan