All Chapters of The Billionaire's secret baby bride : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The forest had gone silent after the battle, the storm finally broken but leaving a tense, electric stillness in its wake. The air was thick with the scent of rain, mud, and the iron tang of blood, and every nerve in my body was on alert. I sat against the wall of the ruined cabin, legs drawn up, dagger clutched loosely in my hand. My fingers shook, not entirely from fatigue, but from the lingering adrenaline and the memory of Alexander’s ruthless efficiency in combat.He was leaning nearby, back against the doorway, arms crossed, eyes scanning the treeline. The bond between us pulsed with intensity, a steady reminder of our connection and the danger that still lurked beyond the cabin walls. I could feel his tension as strongly as my own; every muscle, every movement, every shallow breath screamed that he was still in hunting mode, ready to strike at a moment’s notice.“Are you all right?” I asked cautiously, breaking the silence, though the words felt fragile in the heavy air.“I am,

Isabella's POV The air in the mansion felt heavier than ever, thick with the weight of anticipation. Every shadow seemed to hold a secret, every flicker of light a warning. I moved carefully, heels barely making a sound on the polished floor, senses stretched to the limit. Alexander was beside me, his presence a steady anchor against the storm of anxiety that threatened to swallow me. The bond between us pulsed insistently, alerting us to danger, strengthening our resolve, and weaving a silent thread of trust and understanding.“Are you ready?” Alexander’s voice was low, steady, but I could hear the tension underlying every word.I swallowed hard, drawing in a deep, shaky breath. “I have to be,” I murmured. “I can’t let fear control me. Not now, not ever.”His hand brushed mine, a simple touch but full of promise. “We face this together,” he said. “Nothing will stop us.”The mansion was quiet, almost unnervingly so. The staff had been dismissed earlier, leaving the space eerily empty

Isabella's POV The rain had stopped by the time dawn crept over the horizon. The sky was painted in faint shades of gold and silver, fragile and soft, as if the world itself was too tired to be bright.I stood at the balcony of the safe house, wrapped in one of Alexander’s shirts. The air was cool against my skin, scented with wet earth and smoke. Down below, the world was silent—no more gunfire, no more screams. Just quiet.And yet, my heart couldn’t settle.We’d survived the night. The traitor was gone. The Veil’s grip had finally been broken. But victory didn’t feel like I thought it would. It didn’t feel triumphant. It felt heavy, like breathing after holding your breath too long.Behind me, I heard the soft shuffle of movement—Alexander stirring awake.“Couldn’t sleep?” His voice was rough, low, carrying that familiar edge of exhaustion.I turned, smiling faintly. “You’re one to talk.”He leaned against the doorframe, still bare-chested, the faint bandage around his ribs peeking

Isabella's POV The days that followed felt almost unreal.Sometimes, I’d wake before dawn and just watch the light spill through the curtains—soft, golden, and alive. The kind of light that reminded you the world hadn’t ended. The kind of light that made you believe in second chances.Alexander always slept a little longer than I did, his arm heavy around my waist, his breathing deep and even. I liked that sound. It was proof he was still here, that we’d both made it out alive.The first few mornings, I’d catch myself reaching for the gun that wasn’t there anymore. Instinct, I suppose. Years of survival didn’t vanish overnight. But with each sunrise, that reflex dulled a little more.We rented a small house on the edge of the town—a place where the air smelled like pine and fresh rain. The walls were painted white, the floors creaked when you walked, and the windows faced a hill that turned gold at sunset.It wasn’t much. But to me, it was everything.Alexander spent his mornings fix

Alexander’s POV)The morning after Isabella’s words, the world felt too still—too silent for what was breaking inside me. The light creeping through the curtains was thin and gold, touching her sleeping face with an intimacy that made my chest ache.I sat at the edge of the bed, my head in my hands, staring at the faint red marks my fingers had left on her skin last night. Marks of passion, of need… but also of possession.And I hated myself for that.She looked so peaceful—her lashes brushing her cheeks, her lips slightly parted as if she was dreaming of something softer than what I could ever give her. I wanted to freeze this moment, to hold it in my palm before it shattered like everything else I touched.But I knew. I always knew.She was planning to leave.I’d seen it in her eyes last night, hidden behind the warmth and the quiet laughter. That look of farewell. The way she’d leaned into me like someone trying to memorize a goodbye.She thought I didn’t notice.But I did. I alway