All Chapters of The Billionaire's secret baby bride : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The first light of dawn had barely brushed the horizon when Isabella awoke, the soft glow illuminating the contours of the room and the faint traces of the night’s lingering warmth. Alexander was already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, hands clasped together, eyes shadowed with the weight of what lay ahead. Her heart tightened at the sight of him — so strong, so commanding, yet burdened by the responsibility and rage that had defined their recent days.“You’re up early,” she murmured, voice hoarse from sleep and lingering emotion.“I couldn’t sleep,” he admitted, standing as he stretched, the movement revealing the taut muscles honed by stress and action. “Too much to consider, too many threats still lurking in the shadows.”Isabella moved closer, brushing her fingers over his arm, grounding him, reminding him that he was not alone. “We’ve survived worse,” she said softly. “And we’ll survive this too. But you have to trust that we can face it together.”Alexander’s eyes softene

The first rays of dawn bled into the horizon, painting the sky in streaks of amber and rose. The world outside Alexander’s mansion looked almost peaceful — too peaceful. Inside, however, tension lingered like a shadow that refused to fade.Isabella sat on the terrace, a mug of coffee in her hands, her gaze lost somewhere beyond the sprawling gardens. The night’s events replayed in her mind like fragments of a storm she hadn’t fully escaped. Marius’s defiance, Alexander’s fury, the chaos that had almost erupted — it all clung to her in invisible threads.She didn’t hear Alexander approach until his hand brushed against her shoulder.“You’ve been out here a while,” he said softly.She smiled faintly, glancing up at him. “Couldn’t sleep.”He sat beside her, his movements quiet, deliberate. “You’re thinking about last night.”“About everything,” she admitted. “About how every time we think it’s over, something new rises from the ashes.”He exhaled slowly, his eyes scanning the horizon. “T

Isabella’s POVThe world had finally started to feel quiet again—too quiet.After weeks of chaos, the mansion stood bathed in a rare stillness, the kind that felt both soothing and suffocating. Alexander had buried himself in meetings with his inner circle, reshaping alliances after the bloodshed that had nearly torn us apart. I could hear his voice echoing faintly from the study below—calm, controlled, but edged with steel.I sat by the open balcony doors, the night wind playing with my hair. The moonlight painted the marble floors silver, but even its beauty couldn’t chase away the feeling crawling up my spine.Something was wrong.Ever since that night in the warehouse—the one that ended in screams, gunfire, and blood—I hadn’t been able to shake the sense that we were being watched. Shadows seemed to linger longer than they should. Whispers followed when I turned corners. The circle claimed the enemy was dead. But deep down, I wasn’t so sure.“Isabella,” came Alexander’s voice from

Isabella’s POVThe sky outside Alexander’s mansion burned gray, heavy with the promise of a storm. Rain hadn’t yet fallen, but thunder rolled like a growl from something caged. Inside, the atmosphere felt the same—tight, breathless, alive with everything we hadn’t said.Alexander stood near the tall window, his shirt half-unbuttoned, his posture sharp and regal. He hadn’t looked at me since the argument. His jaw worked, muscles flickering with barely contained emotion.“Say something,” I whispered.He didn’t turn. “If I do, it’ll be something I can’t take back.”My pulse stuttered. “You’ve already said things you can’t take back.”Silence stretched, thick and dangerous. The lightning outside lit the room for a heartbeat, and in that brief flash I saw the pain written across his face—the cracks beneath the steel.I took a step closer. Then another. My bare feet made no sound against the marble floor, but he felt my presence; I could tell from the way his shoulders went rigid.“I’m not

Alexander’s POVThe night felt heavier than usual, as if the city itself was holding its breath. Every street, every alley, carried a whisper of danger I could feel in my bones. I had spent years building control, maintaining order, ensuring that no shadow could touch me—or Isabella. But tonight, the shadows had teeth. They moved with intent, with precision, and I knew the Serpent Order had finally made their move.Isabella stood behind me in the private study, her presence a warm anchor against the cold tension coiling inside me. She had insisted on being here, on standing with me, despite my warnings. Normally, I would have argued, have sent her to safety. But not tonight. Tonight, I needed her strength, her courage, as much as she needed mine.“I don’t like this,” she said softly, her voice carrying an edge of unease I recognized immediately. She was trying to mask fear, but I could see it in her hands, trembling slightly as she clenched them at her sides.“None of this is supposed