All Chapters of The billionaire virgin wife: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Isabella sat at the edge of the bed, knees pulled close to her chest, her arms wrapped tightly around them as though her very life depended on the fragile barrier she created. The storm outside rattled the tall windows, rain lashing the glass in angry sheets, thunder rumbling like a beast pacing the skies. Yet all of it felt distant, insignificant, compared to the storm tearing through her own heart.Her breaths came shallow, quick, almost like she was drowning in memories she could not escape. She pressed her forehead against her knees, as if by curling smaller she could disappear entirely, vanish from the weight of everything that had happened, everything she feared was about to happen.But she could not vanish. Not when Damian’s voice still echoed in her mind. His dark, commanding voice, raw with fury, had promised retribution in her name. He had looked like a man who would scorch the world if it dared to touch her again.A part of her was grateful for that, deeply and achingly gra

Damian’s grip on the phone tightened as he opened the new attachment from his investigator. The device felt heavier in his hand than it should, as though it carried the weight of betrayal, the weight of poison designed to stop the trust he had so fiercely built. The screen’s glow cast sharp angles across his face, his jaw clenching tighter with every second of silence that stretched.The first image made his blood run cold.It was Isabella, at least, it looked like her, standing outside a hotel, the neon sign flickering faintly in the background. The man’s hand brushed her arm in the photograph, not innocently, but with the kind of touch that would send imaginations racing. Even though Damian knew what he was looking at, knew the tricks of doctored images, the stillness that spread through him was dangerous.Isabella leaned forward when she noticed his face harden. Her pulse quickened, dread coiling in her stomach before her eyes even reached the screen.Another picture followed, Isab

Damian’s gaze shifted across the cityscape, each flickering light outside his office windows a pulse, a heartbeat of the city that never slept. He felt the pulse of his own life beat in time with it. Every moment the city moved, so too did he, moving through the intricate lattice of lies and deceit woven by his enemies. His office, a sanctuary of glass, steel, and polished wood, felt simultaneously like a war room and a cage. He had all the information, all the weapon, and yet he had to wait, to observe, to calculate. Patience had always been his greatest weapon. Now it was also his greatest temptation.The files before him were meticulous. Every email, every whispered deal, every misstep was documented with clinical precision. Damian ran a finger along the edge of a photograph. In it, Helena smiled at the wrong moment, unaware of how it betrayed her intention. The subtle tilt of her head, the glance toward a messenger in the corner of the room, it spoke volumes to anyone willing to l

The city was alive beneath them, its glittering towers standing like watchmen over a restless night. Car horns echoed faintly, neon signs pulsed in vibrant rhythm, and the stars above seemed muted against the brilliance of steel and glass. Yet on Damian’s penthouse balcony, a silence hung so thick it seemed to part the air itself.Isabella stood near the edge, the railing cool beneath her palm. The midnight wind tugged gently at the folds of her gown, teasing the silk against her skin. Her chest rose and fell quickly, as if her body sensed what her mind had not yet fully grasped, that something was coming, something that would change everything.Behind her, Damian moved with the quiet command of a man who had orchestrated boardroom wars and silenced entire empires. His footsteps were measured, deliberate, yet they carried the weight of a decision that defied his very nature. For once, he was not calculating. He was not strategizing. He was simply living in this single, irreversible h

A month had slipped by since the night that had shaken the world. One month since Damian Knight had dropped to one knee before flashing cameras and billions of eyes, declaring Isabella not just his love but his future.That night still replayed in her mind like a vivid reel. The sound of the city below, the endless lights glittering like stars, and the way his eyes, usually cold, sharp, and impenetrable, had burned only for her. That moment had become etched into history, and no amount of rumors, scandals, or whispers could erase it.The chaos of that moment should have drowned her. The relentless paparazzi that followed her everywhere, the news anchors taking note of her every expression, the strangers on social media turning her life into gifs and hashtags, her face plastered across the front pages of glossy magazines. At first, she thought it would suffocate her. That she would collapse under the unbearable weight of being Damian’s fiancée.But instead of breaking her, it became th