All Chapters of His Unwanted Witness : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Isabella pressed her back harder against the wall, her chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. His nearness was overwhelming, his heat seeping into her skin, his scent—a mix of clean soap and something darker, masculine—making her dizzy.“I… I said put me in the guest room,” she managed, her voice trembling but firm.Alessandro tilted his head, his eyes glinting with wicked amusement. He leaned closer until his breath fanned her ear. “Mmm… but I don’t want you in a guest room. I want you here. With me.”Her hands pushed against his chest again, but this time he caught one wrist and pinned it gently above her head. The sudden dominance made her pulse spike.Her lips parted, but words tangled in her throat.Alessandro’s smirk deepened as he studied her flushed cheeks. “Why are you so nervous, Isa? Afraid you might actually like being here with me?”Her eyes flashed. “You’re insufferable.”“Yet you’re not running,” he murmured, his free hand brushing a loose strand of hair from her

The heavy silence in the boardroom lingered after Alessandro spoke. His voice had been calm, but the weight of his words was like iron.Every pair of eyes turned toward Matteo.The man’s jaw was tight, his fists clenched on the table. A vein bulged slightly on his forehead. He had ruled over the company for years, and now, in front of everyone, the foundation of his control was being shaken.“I refuse to accept this,” Matteo said at last, his voice cold. His gaze darted to Beatrice, then to Isabella. “This girl knows nothing. Do you want to throw away decades of stability just because she carries Adrian’s blood? This is a business, not a family reunion.”A few board members nodded in agreement, but their eyes shifted nervously toward Alessandro, who was sitting with quiet authority at Isabella’s side.Valentina folded her hands neatly on the table, her voice smooth but firm. “Matteo, watch your tone. She is not just a girl—she is Adrian’s daughter. The bloodline matters in this family

Still heavy with the echoes of arguments, signatures, and Alessandro’s cold voice cutting through like steel, Sophia slipped out quietly. Her face was calm, but inside, her mind was full of thoughts.She didn’t go home.The image of those documents seared itself into her memory—the looping signatures, the ink still dark on the page, and most of all, the name. The name of her birth mother.Her fists clenched as she left the Sinclair building and waved down a cab. She gave the driver a destination she hadn’t being to ever since she was born.“St. Helena Memorial Hospital,” she said, her voice tight, almost foreign to her own ears.The ride felt endless. Her thoughts spiraled, colliding with one another. Why did my mother sell me? Was it for money? Desperation? Or something darker?Finally, the hospital came into view. The building was old, its white walls dulled to cream by time, but the plaque above the entrance gleamed: ST. HELENA MEMORIAL HOSPITAL.Sophia stepped inside. The sharp bi

When Sophia got home, she had barely stepped through the front door before Vivienne rushed toward her. Her face was sharp with suspicion, her tone clipped.“Sophia, where have you been?”Sophia was ready for this. She put on her sweetest smile. “I was at a friend’s house, Mom.”Vivienne’s eyes moved quickly, studying her daughter from head to toe. Then they stopped at her hands. “And where’s the handbag you said you wanted to buy?”Sophia gave a soft laugh, waving her hand lightly as though it didn’t matter. “Well, it was too outdated for my liking. I changed my mind. I’ll keep the money instead, Mom.”Vivienne frowned deeper, her lips pressing into a thin line. Before she could question further, footsteps echoed from the hallway.Matteo appeared, dragging a large suitcase behind him.Sophia’s eyes widened. “Dad, where are you going?”“I’m taking a trip to clear my head,” Matteo said. His voice was tired, almost heavy. “I’ll be back in a month.”“Matteo, wait,” Vivienne hurried after

Immediately Isabella whispered, “I did it…” her hands still shaking, Alessandro’s arms wrapped around her from behind. The sudden closeness almost made her drop the iron rod, but she forced herself to grip it tighter.His chin brushed her hair as he murmured, “How do you feel about this, Isabella?”She swallowed hard, her throat dry. Her lips trembled, but then she forced a smile, fake and brittle. “I… I feel normal.”Alessandro chuckled darkly, a low sound that vibrated against her ear. He pulled back, amused, his eyes glittering with something dangerous. Then, with a sharp clap of his hands, one of his men rushed forward and swung open another heavy steel door.“Come,” Alessandro said, his voice smooth but commanding. He moved ahead, his tall frame cutting through the dim light. Isabella followed hesitantly, her heart hammering.The moment she stepped past the doorway, her stomach lurched.There were cages.Inside them were people—human beings, young women mostly, their clothes torn