All Chapters of The Billionaire's secret baby bride : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Isabella’s POVThe first rule of survival is simple: don’t show fear.I repeated that to myself like a prayer as I sat in the cold boardroom, my palms damp beneath the polished oak table. I had grown up in this company’s walls, walking the halls as a little girl clutching my father’s hand, watching him shake deals that built empires. Reyes Enterprises had once been unstoppable—our family’s pride, our city’s powerhouse.Now it was crumbling, like sand slipping through my fingers.The empty chairs around the table mocked us. So many of our loyal executives had left in the last year, running to competitors while our numbers bled red. My father sat at the head of the table, shoulders sagging under the weight of failure, his silver hair thinning, his once-commanding voice weaker with every meeting.And it was my job to save it. To save him.But as the clock ticked closer to the moment I had been dreading, my chest tightened until I could barely breathe. I didn’t want to face the man coming

Isabella’s POVSleep did not come that night.I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, the city lights flickering through the blinds like silent accusations. Every time I closed my eyes, Alexander’s voice replayed in my head, low and commanding. Marry me. You just have to be mine.His words clung to me like chains, heavy and unyielding.Beside me, Ethan slept soundly in his little bed, curled up with his stuffed bear, breathing softly. He was the only reason I was still standing. The only light in the darkness. And the only secret I couldn’t afford to let Alexander discover.I turned on my side, my heart aching as I watched him. His hair—so dark, like his father’s. His lashes thick against his cheeks. His lips curved slightly, the ghost of a smile playing even in sleep. He was perfection. My perfection.But if Alexander ever found out the truth…No. I couldn’t even finish the thought.I had built my entire life around protecting Ethan. I had worked three jobs when he was a baby, lived in

Isabella’s POVI had forty-eight hours to decide.Forty-eight hours to either save my father’s company—or protect what little was left of my own dignity.The hours bled into each other, filled with restless pacing, whispered prayers, and Ethan’s sweet little voice asking why Mommy looked so sad. Every time I tucked him into bed and brushed his curls off his forehead, my chest tightened until it hurt to breathe.Because if I agreed to Alexander’s terms, I wasn’t just gambling with my own heart. I was gambling with the secret I had kept hidden for five long years.And Alexander Knight was not a man who forgave secrets.When the second night fell, I knew my time was up.My father had been coughing all evening, his hands trembling as he tried to steady a teacup. He pretended not to notice me watching him, but the gray pallor of his skin betrayed everything. He was crumbling, just like the empire he had built.I couldn’t let it all collapse—not when I had the power to stop it. Even if the

The moment I stepped into the Knight Tower’s grand ballroom, the breath caught in my throat. The ceiling glittered with a thousand crystals from chandeliers that seemed to touch the heavens themselves. It wasn’t just a party. It wasn’t even just a business gathering. This was a spectacle, the kind of event that dominated headlines and made people whisper for weeks. Of course it was—because Alexander Knight never did anything small. And tonight, the entire city would watch as he announced our engagement.I wanted to vanish. My palms were slick inside the delicate silk gloves that matched my gown. A stylist had dressed me in an ivory sheath dress that clung to every curve. Diamonds sparkled at my ears, an heirloom necklace—his family’s—resting at my collarbone. Every piece felt like a chain. Each shimmer, each sparkle, a reminder that I was no longer free. I was stepping into his world, a glittering cage dressed in silk and gold.“Smile,” came Alexander’s smooth voice at my side

The morning of the wedding broke like a cruel joke—bright, cloudless, filled with the promise of beauty, yet inside me, everything was storm. The sun streamed through the vast windows of the bridal suite, turning the ivory silk gown draped across the mannequin into something blinding, holy even. But to me, it wasn’t holy. It was a shroud. A cage stitched together by needle and thread, a silent declaration that I was no longer mine.The house was alive with movement. Florists bustled in the hallways carrying bouquets of imported roses. Chefs shouted orders in the kitchen as silver trays clattered. Security men in suits whispered into earpieces, stationing themselves like shadows at every exit. There was no escape. Every doorway was guarded, every hallway watched. Alexander had made sure of it. Even here, on what was supposed to be my day, I was a prisoner disguised as a bride.Maria, one of the older maids who had practically raised me, adjusted the pearl pins in my hair with