All Chapters of Wife for a year, mine forever : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

9 Chapters

chapter 1

Isabella's pov “Babe?” I called, dumping my work bag on the sofa.The house was unusually quiet, but with the door open, I knew Nathan was home. He must have been sleeping or so I thought. until I headed towards the bedroom and the almost silent, sultry sounds began sailing into my ear.“B…babe…” I tried again with a shaky voice.The sight that greeted me knocked the breath from my lungs. Nathan, my Nathan was sprawled across the sheets, tangled with Sarah. Sarah, my best friend. Her nails raked across his back, his lips crushed against hers.For a moment, I froze, rooted to the spot, staring at the scene like it was some nightmare I had woken up from. My heart pounded so hard I thought it would burst. My throat burned, but no sound came out.They didn’t even notice me. They were too consumed with each other.The moans, the whispers, the way his hands moved over her body he had never done that to me before.Tears stung my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I wanted to scream, to t

Last Updated : 2025-09-04

chapter 2

Isabella’s POVThe cold air of the night clung to my skin as I dragged myself toward the back entrance of La Reina, the upscale restaurant where I worked.The golden lights from the dining hall spilled through the glass doors. Laughter and clinking glasses echoed like a cruel reminder of the life I no longer had, couples holding hands, friends drinking wine, smiles and warmth, everything I used to dream of with Nathan.I tightened my grip on my bag, swallowing the lump that had been stuck in my throat since morning. I needed this job. I needed the money. And right now, I needed somewhere anywhere that wasn’t the streets.“Isabella, you’re late,” Marta, the floor supervisor, said as I slipped into the staff room.“I’m sorry. The traffic…” I murmured, lowering my eyes.The next few hours were a blur of trays, polite smiles, and aching feet. I floated between tables, balancing plates that smelled richer than anything I’d eaten in weeks. The laughter of customers tugged at the fragile thr

Last Updated : 2025-09-04

chapter 3

Isabella’s POVI stood frozen, clutching my cracked phone in one hand and my jacket tight with the other. My chest tightened with confusion. Who was this man that could make an entire building tremble with two words?And then I heard it, the sharp, deliberate click of polished shoes against marble flooring. The sound echoed through the lobby, commanding attention without a single word spoken.My stomach dropped. Everyone else bowed their heads slightly, pretending to be busy, but stealing glances toward the entrance.The sharp rhythm of the steps grew louder, closer, until he appeared at the glass doors like a shadow cut out from the morning light.The first thing I noticed were his shoes black, polished so perfectly I swear I could see my own stunned reflection staring back at me. Each step was measured, steady, carrying an authority that silenced the entire lobby.My gaze betrayed me, climbing higher. His suit charcoal gray, tailored with such precision it looked like it had been se

Last Updated : 2025-09-04

chapter 4

Isabella’s POVThe warehouse was cold, damp, and smelled of rust. My thin jacket did nothing against the night air seeping through the broken windows. I sat on the floor, knees pulled up to my chest, staring at the black card between my fingers. I flipped it over and over, the words blurring.Maid. He didn’t even say housekeeper. Maid. As if I was nothing.My pride screamed at me not to even think about it, but… where else could I go? My stomach cramped in protest, reminding me I hadn’t eaten since morning.The sudden vibration of my phone startled me. I almost dropped it. An unknown number. My heart lurched. Against my better judgment, I answered.“Hello?” My voice was small, hesitant.“Isabella…” I froze. That voice. No. It couldn’t be.“Nathan?” My throat tightened. “What do you want?”“It was a mistake,” he rushed out, sounding desperate. “Sarah… she seduced me. You know I would never…”“Don’t.” My voice cracked, but I forced more into it. “Don’t you dare lie to me. I saw you. Wit

Last Updated : 2025-09-04

chapter 5

Isabella's POVNiles led me down the polished marble hallway, his steps slow and deliberate while mine clicked awkwardly against the shiny floor. I kept my eyes mostly on the ground, afraid to lift them too high, because the house was already overwhelming me. Chandeliers dangled like stars, walls glowed with soft lights, and the air smelled faintly of lavender and something expensive I couldn’t name.Finally, he stopped in front of a door, opened it, and gestured for me to enter. My breath caught when I stepped inside. The room was bigger than the entire orphanage dorm I grew up in. A queen sized bed with snow white sheets sat neatly in the middle, curtains that looked like silk draped elegantly, and a wide window allowed sunlight to pour in, painting the room golden.“This will be your room,” Niles said, his voice steady, almost formal. He placed a neatly folded outfit on the bed. “Your uniform. You’re expected to wear it at all times while on duty.”I hesitated before moving closer.

Last Updated : 2025-09-04

chapter 6

Julian's POVA sharp knock came at the door. My brows pulled together immediately, no one ever dared disturb me when I was in here.Before I could even respond, the door cracked open and a timid face peeked through. Isabella. Her small voice followed, uncertain but steady enough to carry across the room.“Sir… dinner is ready.”The irritation flared instantly. My study was the only place I could breathe, the only space that still felt mine and she’d just walked in without my permission. I straightened in my chair, my gaze cutting to her like a blade.“Did I permit you to enter here?” I asked, my voice low but sharp enough to make her flinch.Her hand tightened nervously on the doorframe, her head bowing in quick apology. “I’m… I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to…”I leaned back, watching her stumble over her words, the corner of my mouth twitching, not in amusement, but in restrained annoyance. She looked as if she had broken something priceless just by standing there.I cut her off with

Last Updated : 2025-09-04

chapter 7

Julian's POVThe stack of legal files lay scattered across my desk like a battlefield I was slowly losing. I had spent the last 12 days speaking with lawyers one after another, same rehearsed lines, same dead ends. No loophole, no trick, no escape. The board’s ultimatum weighed heavy on me like a chain around my throat. One month. One month to find a solution, or everything I’d built, everything I’d fought for, would slip through my fingers and land in Caleb’s greedy hands.I pinched the bridge of my nose, my jaw tightening as I leaned back in my chair. My temples throbbed from too much coffee and too little sleep. For once, I had no strategy, no weapon left to fight with. The thought alone made my skin crawl.A soft knock pulled me out of my spiral.“Come in,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended.The door creaked open, and there she was, Isabella. Clutching the edge of the tray she carried, her hair in a messy bun and strands of her hair falling into her face, eyes uncertain as

Last Updated : 2025-09-04

chapter 8

Isabella's POVI shut the door behind me and leaned against it, pressing my palms flat to the wood as if it could stop my thoughts from chasing me. My chest was tight, my heart hammering like I had just run a marathon. A proposal. A damn marriage proposal. Not even the romantic kind with flowers, a ring, or a man on one knee. No Julian’s version came wrapped in legal terms, dollar signs, and an expiration date.I groaned, dragging both hands down my face. “Unbelievable.” Two weeks. I had only known this man for two weeks, and already he wanted me to play wife like it was some… some business transaction.I started pacing the length of the room, my bare feet brushing against the cold marble floor. His words echoed in my mind. One million dollars every month. A house. A blank check when we divorce. The numbers alone made me dizzy. That kind of money could change my life. I could finally stop worrying about bills, stop hustling for scraps, stop being reminded every single day that I was n

Last Updated : 2025-09-04

chapter 9

Isabella's pov The warm water rushed over my hands as I rinsed the last plate, the bubbles clinging stubbornly to my skin. My thoughts, however, weren’t on the dishes. They were back in Julian’s study, replaying his words like a cruel echo."You’re not even my type."The way he had scanned me up and down, his eyes dripping with disdain, still burned. I should have been furious, but instead I found myself embarrassed. Embarrassed for even assuming he wanted me in that way. My pride felt crumpled, like the damp dish towel I was squeezing too tightly.I sighed, staring at my reflection in the kitchen window.“What did I even do to end up in this mess?”Before I could answer myself, his voice cut through the quiet.“Stop daydreaming.”I spun around, startled, to see Julian leaning against the doorframe, hands buried casually in his pockets as if he owned not just this mansion, but the air I breathed.“Dress up. We’re going shopping,” he ordered flatly.I blinked at him, “Shopping? Why?”

Last Updated : 2025-09-18

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