All Chapters of Falling for the billionarie Don: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Alex POV;I woke up to the sound of silence. Not the comforting kind—but the type that presses into your chest like invisible hands. My room was still dark, though it had to be morning. The blackout curtains were thick, and the cracked window barely let in air, let alone light. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, the cold tiles beneath my feet reminding me I was still here.Still trapped.Still living in my own Shadow's.Once, this room had been filled with warmth—my father’s laughter, my mother’s music, the scent of vanilla from my bookshelf. Now? It was just peeling paint, a broken lamp, and a single bed too small for my dreams.I walked to the mirror. My reflection stared back—dark circles under my eyes, my long hair uncombed, the faded shirt hanging loosely on my thin frame. Kate had gotten a new Gucci purse yesterday. I got this shirt from a box labeled “charity.”I heard heels clicking outside my door.Madam Alice.I pressed my ear to the wooden panel and waited. Her voice

Alex POV;I didn’t sit. I stood like a statue, arms stiff at my sides, as Damian Blackwood stared at me from behind his desk.He looked like he belonged in a painting—dark suit tailored like armor, hair slicked back with precision, jaw cut from granite. A man built for power and war, not marriage.“You’ll live here from now on,” he said flatly. “You’ll play your role. In public, we are a couple. Behind closed doors, silence is preferred.”I blinked. “Preferred?”, I just didn't flinch” meaning??“ His eyes narrowed just slightly. “Expected.”I scoffed. “You kidnapped me, forged my signature on whatever contract this is, and now you want me to play wife and stay silent?”“You weren’t kidnapped. You were sold. There's a difference.” He slid a thick folder across the desk. “And the contract is binding. You signed it two weeks ago. Or at least, your handwriting did.”I snatched the folder with shaking fingers. My name was there. The signature matched mine exactly.But I didn’t sign this. I

Alex POV;I didn’t run. I didn’t cry. Even though the tears almost dropped.I stood tall, the letter at my feet, Damian’s gaze locked on mine like a storm held in place by sheer will.“What did my father owe you?” I demanded, my voice tighter than my fists.My ear and mind waiting to get all information.His eyes didn’t waver or either did he flinch. “That’s not your concern.”“It is now,” I snapped, anger in my tone. “You bought me like a chrsp property. You brought me here under a lie. You forged my signature and locked me inside this mansion like a doll on a shelf. So yes, Damian, I’d say it’s very much my concern.”For a second, something flickered behind his cold stare. Not anger. Not arrogance.Pain.Real and raw.He looked away first.“There are things you don’t understand,” he muttered, jaw clenched. “Things I’ve done. Things your father did.”“I’m not afraid of the truth nor the fact.”“Maybe you should be.”He left me standing there, silence echoing in the space he once fill

Alex POVI just couldn't believe what was really going on with my mind.The words were my own imagination. There isn't anyone here with me. Just my mind playing games with me.I have never for a day wanted him, but now he is hurt, I can't do anything but cry all day.His words and the words of the strange men pulled strings within me.“DON'T TRUST ANYONE!”I paced the room back and forth, my eyes scanning everywhere.Different thoughts walked into my head. I couldn't just stay here while he's dying there all alone.I needed to do something—and really quick.My pulse raced faster than ever.I ran fast to the door, banging it hard and loud, then releasing a loud screech.“Come open this damn door!”My voice covered the whole room. It was loud and sharp.“Please.” I fell to the ground, my whole body aching.Things are happening faster than expected. A few days ago, I was happy that I would finally be 21—and now, sold to Mr. Damian Blackwood.Kept captive in his walls and given no space t

Alex’s POVI couldn’t make sense of the nurse’s words. Everything felt heavy, like the weight of the entire situation was pressing down on me, clouding my thoughts.“No matching blood, and he’s already lost so much!” she said.I sank onto the hospital bench, those words echoing in my head on repeat.Simi, the maid, paced nervously in front of me. Her worry was plain on her face.“Ma’am, what do we do now? He needs a blood transfusion immediately!”I stood up, my mind made up.“Test my blood. See if I’m a match.”The nurse nodded. “No problem. Come with me.”I took a deep breath and followed her, doing everything she instructed.I couldn’t let him die. I couldn't just stand by and watch him lose his life.When the results came back, we were a perfect match.They began the transfusion, taking my blood and preparing it for him. I tried to rest in the waiting area, but sleep wouldn’t come. My body was exhausted, but my mind refused to settle.I felt tense, drained, and deeply uncomfortabl