All Chapters of Reluctant Love Reckless Heir : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ISLA POV Everywhere grew tense as Dante stepped forward, his sharp eyes scanning our group. The dim glow of the streetlamp above cast elongated shadows, making his presence even more ominous. He looked relaxed, almost too much so, but I knew better. There was something unsettling about the way he stood, like he was holding something back.Beside me, Adrian immediately tensed, his grip tightening around my hand. His entire body stiffened, radiating waves of barely contained fury.“What do you want, Dante?” Adrian’s voice was cold.Dante let out a small chuckle, shaking his head as if amused. “Relax, Adrian. I didn’t come to fight.” His voice was smooth, but there was a hint of something else beneath it, he was being sarcastic.Adrian’s jaw clenched, his muscles twitching in his arms. “Then leave.”Dante ignored him and turned to me instead. His gaze was blank, but there was something in his eyes.“I came to warn you,” he said, voice firm.I frowned, my heart picking up speed. Warn m

Isla’s POVChaos.That was the only word to describe the scene unfolding around me.One moment, we were celebrating laughing, dancing, cheering and enjoying the start of Adrian’s new company. The next moment, gunfire tore through the air. The music stopped. Gasps and screams erupted. Glass shattered as people ducked for cover.And then….Lucian He was lying on the marble floor, clutching his stomach, his hand soaked in red. His once-pristine suit was ruined, but that was the least of our concerns.Blood was spilling too fast.Adrian’s hands trembled as he applied more pressure. "You're not dying tonight, get that so don't fucking close those damn eyes of yous"Sirens.They were getting closer.People were running, panicking, screaming.Leo had his phone pressed to his ear, yelling at emergency responders to get here faster.Sophie was sobbing uncontrollably, her hands shaking as she clutched Lucian’s arm, like she could physically keep him anchored to this world.Then all of a sudden

Victor’s POVThe dim glow of the television cast flickering shadows across the lavish penthouse, but Victor wasn’t watching the screen anymore. His jaw clenched as he leaned forward, fingers tightening around the glass of whiskey in his hand.There she was.Isla.The woman who had unwittingly become his greatest irritation. The woman who now carried the child of his sworn enemy. The news report displayed a heartwarming image of Adrian, Isla, and their newborn daughter. The perfect, happy family. Adrian’s hand rested protectively on Isla’s back as she cradled their child, the softest smile gracing her lips.It made Victor’s blood boil.I threw the glass against the wall, the sharp sound of shattering crystal barely satisfying his rage. How dare she? She was supposed to be his weapon, his way to infiltrate Adrian’s world. And yet, she had fallen into his arms instead, carrying his child.Now, with Dante revealed as her brother, I knew I had to be more careful. I couldn’t strike yet, not

The grand hall was alive with the sounds of celebration. Laughter bubbled through the air, mingling with the soft melody of a string quartet playing in the background. The space had been transformed into an ethereal dream, adorned in soft pinks and shimmering golds, each detail meticulously planned to honor the birth of Adrian and Isla’s daughter. Golden chandeliers bathed the hall in a warm glow, reflecting off the countless glasses of champagne that sparkled in the hands of elegantly dressed guests.A long table, draped in silk, was adorned with an array of decadent desserts, towering cakes, and crystal bowls overflowing with fruit. The scent of roses and vanilla filled the air, carried by the soft breeze from the open balcony doors. Outside, the city lights stretched endlessly, a twinkling reminder of the world beyond this perfect moment..Dante stood near the bar, swirling the amber liquid in his glass as he watched the festivities unfold. Though he had made peace with Isla, his

Somewhere in the Isolated CabinVictor leaned back against the creaky wooden headboard, his sharp eyes scanning the woman standing before him. She had saved him from death, nursed him back to health, and now she was watching him with concern.And Infatuation.He smirked. This is going to be easier than I thought.“What’s your name?” he asked, his voice low and commanding.The woman hesitated, as if realizing she had never told him. “Naomi.”Victor tilted his head slightly. “And why did you save me, Naomi?”She shifted under his gaze, biting her lower lip before answering. “Because…” She took a deep breath. “Because I’ve admired you for a long time.”Victor’s smirk widened. Of course.Naomi clenched her fists, trying to gather her courage. “I used to work for one of the families under your control, but I always stayed in the background. I saw how powerful you were, how you commanded fear and respect. FLASHBACKShe had seen Victor in his prime, commanding, feared, untouchable. She had