All Chapters of The billionaire virgin wife: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

The ballroom pulsed with restless energy. The chandeliers overhead glittered like frozen constellations, their light cutting through velvet shadows, illuminating faces taut with anticipation. Clarissa’s shrieks still echoed faintly from the corridor where she had been dragged out, but the cameras were already swiveling, hungry for the next spectacle. The crowd knew the night was not finished. Damian had made it clear, he was not here to wound, but to dismantle.Cynthia remained perfectly still, her pearl necklace gleaming under the stage lights, her lips curved into a brittle, practiced smile. Unlike Helena who had crumbled, unlike her daughter Clarissa who had raged, she refused to show fear. She believed in the armor of her poise, the same armor that had carried her through decades of manipulation.She raised her crystal glass with deliberate grace, as though toasting the chaos. Her voice rang out, smooth and cutting.“Well played, Damian. You’ve humiliated my daughter. You’ve turne

For the first time in months, Isabella woke to silence.The silence was not heavy or suffocating as it once had been, the kind of silence that had carried dread, waiting for the sound of a phone call, the rustle of gossip in the hall, or the piercing ring of reporters at her door. This silence was different. It was alive, breathing, gentle, the kind of quiet that wrapped itself around her like a protective blanket. She could feel it in her bones, soft and new, like sunlight reaching a place that had been in shadows for too long.She stayed still beneath the sheets, her lashes fluttering against her skin as she resisted the urge to open her eyes too quickly. For once, she did not need to brace herself for what waited on the other side of waking. There was no dread coiled in her chest, no anxiety clinging to her skin. Only warmth, only peace. Everything had fallen into place, her reality didn’t end on a sad note like her dreams.Beside her, Damian breathed steadily, his chest rising and

The lawyer’s office smelled faintly of polished wood and old paper, the kind of place where legacies were written and rewritten. The scent was not merely from furniture polish or the brittle pages of case files, but from generations of decisions and battles that had been fought within these walls. Every shelf lined with law books seemed to whisper of fortunes defended, of empires crumbling, of heirs who walked in defeated or triumphant. The heavy curtains filtered the afternoon sunlight into soft amber, painting the room with an air of solemn reverence. Isabella could almost imagine her father sitting here once, long before betrayal touched their lives, discussing estates and future plans with that same calm determination he had always carried. The thought pressed into her chest, bittersweet and sharp.Isabella sat between Damian and Eleanor, her palms pressed flat against the table as the final document was slid toward her. The cool surface beneath her fingers grounded her, though he

The boardroom was silent, but not with peace. It was the kind of silence that had weight, pressing against the chest, filling the lungs with unease. The tall windows behind Damian knight spilled morning light across polished oak and glass, yet the brightness only seemed to highlight the uncertainty in the air. Rows of executives sat in their high backed chairs, some leaning forward with carefully veiled interest, others reclined with arms crossed, their faces schooled into polite blankness. They had followed Damian for years. They had obeyed his every directive, carried out his vision with unquestioned loyalty.But this morning, they waited for something different.Damian rose first. His chair slid back with the sound of leather against stone flooring. Every pair of eyes tracked his movement. He was a man who rarely wasted words, and when he spoke, the world listened. That was the way of Damian knight. Yet today, he did not stand alone.Isabella rose with him.It was not a small gestu

The applause from her speech still echoed in Isabella’s mind hours later as she sat in the quiet warmth of the penthouse. She hadn’t stopped smiling all evening. Damian had wrapped her in his arms after the gala, murmuring words of pride against her hair, and for once she truly believed she belonged in the world he had given her.The city glowed outside the floor to ceiling windows, skyscrapers shimmering like a galaxy of stars scattered across the earth. Cars below moved in glittering streams of red and white, the city alive, but in their home there was a cocoon of stillness. The penthouse felt like another world entirely, a world where she could breathe freely.Yet even here, the gnawing sensation in her stomach refused to let go. The dizziness. The waves of nausea she had been dismissing as nerves. The way her body felt both exhausted and alive at once. It all made too much sense, and the truth pressed closer with each passing breath.Her reflection in the mirror earlier had startl