All Chapters of The Billionaire's secret baby bride : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

(Isabella’s POV)The world outside looked deceptively peaceful. Sunlight streamed through the high windows of the estate, spilling over the marble floor in long golden lines. Everything about the morning screamed normalcy—except nothing inside me felt normal anymore.Two days had passed since the storm. Two days since Alexander had pulled me out of the chaos, held me like his world was collapsing, and promised we’d find a way out of everything—the lies, the blood, the danger. But as I stood now by the window, staring at the quiet gardens below, a creeping unease coiled low in my chest.The silence felt too heavy. Too clean. Like the calm that comes before something breaks.Alexander had been gone since dawn. He said he had to meet with his men—tie up the loose ends from the confrontation with Vincent Leclair. I hadn’t seen him since he left the room that morning, his shirt half-buttoned, his eyes distant. I’d wanted to stop him, to tell him I couldn’t shake the feeling that we weren’t

The morning light slanted through the curtains, brushing against Isabella’s face like a reluctant caress. For the first time in what felt like years, the world was still. No gunfire. No screaming. Just the soft hum of the city beyond the safehouse walls.But peace didn’t sit easily with her anymore.She blinked, her heartbeat heavy against her ribs. The bed beside her was empty — sheets rumpled, faintly warm. Alexander was gone. Again.“Damn it,” she muttered under her breath, throwing off the blanket. Her fingers trembled as she reached for her pendant — the one he’d given her the night everything fell apart. It still glowed faintly under the morning light, an unspoken promise of protection. But what was protection worth if he kept walking into danger alone?Isabella grabbed her jacket, sliding her pistol into the holster like muscle memory. She could still hear the faint echo of his words from last night — his voice breaking, telling her he needed to face Vincent alone.That man. Th

(Alexander’s POV)The ocean looked endless.And for the first time in years, I didn’t feel like drowning.The wind carried salt and silence, the kind that presses against your chest and makes you feel both small and alive. Isabella stood a few feet away, her hair dancing in the breeze, her dress fluttering like the tide was reaching for her.She’d been quiet since we arrived, her eyes fixed on the horizon as though she was trying to memorize the color of peace. I couldn’t blame her. We’d both forgotten what it looked like.Two days on the road. Two days since we left behind the house that had become both refuge and reminder. Two days since I’d turned the key and locked the last door to my past.Now, standing here, I could still feel the weight of everything I’d done pressing against my ribs. Every choice. Every mistake. Every drop of blood that didn’t wash off, no matter how hard I tried.Isabella turned to me then, and her smile—soft, almost shy—cut through the haze of guilt that had

The morning broke sharp and gray, the air heavy with something that felt wrong.Alexander was already awake. He hadn’t really slept — just lay there, eyes open, listening to Isabella breathe beside him. Every sound outside made his muscles tighten. Every second felt borrowed.A soft knock shattered the quiet.He was on his feet instantly. “Stay back,” he said.Isabella blinked, sitting up. “Who—”“Don’t move.”He grabbed the gun from the table and moved toward the door. Another knock. Harder this time.“Alexander?” a voice called.He froze. It was familiar. Too familiar.“Who is it?” Isabella whispered.He didn’t answer. His pulse thundered in his ears.“Alexander, it’s me. Open up. We need to talk.”“Liam,” he muttered under his breath.Isabella stood. “Liam? Your contact?”“Supposed to be,” he said. “But he wasn’t supposed to find us here.”“Then maybe—”The door burst open before she could finish.Liam stood there, dripping from the rain, gun raised. “You’re a hard man to track, bo

The first light of dawn bled through the cracks in the rock when Alexander stirred.The tunnel air was heavy, cold, and damp, but above them — faint and fragile — came the sound of birds.“We made it through the night,” Isabella murmured, voice hoarse.Alexander nodded, his eyes scanning the narrow exit ahead. “Barely.”He crouched, checking the magazine in his rifle, every movement deliberate and quiet. Then he turned to her. “Stay behind me. If anyone’s out there, we move fast and silent.”She gave a short nod. “Got it.”He hesitated a second longer, his gaze flicking to her bandaged shoulder. “How’s the wound?”“It’s fine.”“You always say that.”“And you always worry,” she countered, a faint smile tugging at her lips.He didn’t answer — just motioned her forward. “Let’s go.”The tunnel exit was narrow, carved between roots and stone. When they finally crawled through, the forest greeted them in shades of pale gold and green. Mist clung to the trees. Every sound was amplified — the