Lahat ng Kabanata ng The billionaire virgin wife: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

She felt the air shift.Damian hadn’t said a word since the file loaded on his encrypted laptop. Not a breath, not a movement, just that brooding stillness as he read through lines of classified data that sliced through the truth she’d tried to bury for years.Isabella stood frozen near the edge of his office, every nerve in her body stretched tight. The flickering glow from the screen cast a faint halo around him, but it did nothing to soften the sharpness in his jaw or the storm brewing in his eyes.He knew now.Everything.She swallowed hard. “Damian, I…”He raised a hand gently, not to silence her, but to steady himself. Then he looked up at her, slowly, his gaze piercing and unreadable.“You ran from this?” His voice was low, calm, controlled, but layered with something else. Pain? Betrayal? Admiration?“I didn’t run,” she replied, voice thin. “I escaped.”The silence stretched again.And then he stood.“I should be furious,” Damian said, walking around the desk with measured ste

The night air slapped her face like a warning.Sharp. Icy. Almost personal.Isabella’s heels clicked hurriedly against the slick pavement, the rhythm quickening with every step she took down the narrow alley behind Jaxon Corp. The streetlights buzzed overhead, flickering in and out like they were struggling to stay awake. Above her, the sky hung low and purple with thunder, swollen with secrets it hadn’t yet spilled.It wasn’t just cold.It felt… wrong.She shouldn’t have gone out.Not after the security breach. Not after Damian had doubled the number of men on her detail. Not after seeing his masked face during that hacked surveillance leak—brief, flickering, distorted, but unmistakably familiar.But sometimes even a golden cage still felt like a cage.And being surrounded by guards—watching her every breath, every blink, every moment of silence, had become unbearable.So she had waited until nightfall. Waited until the board meeting had distracted Damian, until the security team shi

The tension inside Jaxon Corp had taken on a texture—thick, invisible, and suffocating. It clung to the glass walls, seeped beneath the marble floors, and curled into Isabella’s chest like smoke.Something was off.Not just Helena’s presence.Not just the silence from Damian.Everything.From the moment she walked through the building’s sleek, mirrored entrance that morning, something had felt wrong. People she didn’t know had been whispering near the elevators, glancing at her the way people do when there’s a rumor they’re not supposed to say aloud. No one met her eyes for long. Not even Jenna from accounting—the only one who ever asked how her weekend was.And Helena…Helena had been hovering.Too poised. Too calm. Parading down the executive corridor like a queen inspecting her chessboard. Her heels clacked with intentional rhythm, a polished performance of dominance. She had passed Isabella’s desk three times already by noon—each time pausing just long enough to let her presence b

The moment ignites, but is interrupted.The vault’s silence was suffocating, yet neither of them moved.Isabella’s back was pressed against the cold steel wall, but the chill was nothing compared to the heat flooding her body. Every inch of her felt alert, alive, aching with something she hadn’t dared name for weeks. Damian stood just inches from her, his breath brushing her cheek, his presence overwhelming and unrelenting.His eyes, usually cold and calculating, now burned into hers with an intensity that made her stomach flip. Hunger. Desire. Regret. It was all there, stripped bare in the shadows.“You’re too close,” she murmured, her voice barely more than breath.“You’re not moving away,” he said, his voice husky.She wasn’t. Her hands were still clutched in the lapels of his blazer, holding him there like she was afraid the moment might slip through her fingers if she let go. His scent clean, expensive and intoxicating, wrapped around her, making her head spin. Her lips tingled f

After almost being caught by Damian’s mother they decided to call it a day.Isabella’s cheeks were still burning as they stepped into the elevator. The lingering warmth of Damian’s lips on her skin, the heat of his body pressed against hers, the mortifying memory of Eleanor Knight’s amused smirk—all of it swirled inside her like a storm.She kept her eyes down as they descended floor after floor, but the silence was different now. Not shy or awkward, not even sexual tension. Something else.By the time they reached the underground garage, the mood had shifted.Damian’s expression had cooled. His jaw clenched, lips pressed into a thin, unreadable line.He scanned the shadows as the elevator doors slid open.Damian’s expression had cooled, his jaw tense. “Go straight to the car,” he instructed.“What is it?” Isabella asked, instantly alert.He didn’t answer. Instead he took her hands in his and moved quickly through the garage. His fingers were closed protectively around hers and they w