Lahat ng Kabanata ng A baby for the billionaire: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

The car pulled up to the front of the towering glass building, sleek and intimidating. Isabel stepped out after Isaac, her eyes immediately scanning the massive lobby inside. Polished marble floors stretched out endlessly. The reception area looked more like a luxury hotel than an office. Everything was white, silver, and black. Clean, sharp lines. The staff at the front desk stood straighter the moment they saw Isaac walk in. Her fingers gripped her handbag tighter. "Why is everyone staring like that?" she whispered. He glanced over at her. "Because they know who I am." His voice was calm but firm, like it always was when he was in full control. They stepped into the elevator. A few workers inside immediately stepped out, giving them space. Isaac didn’t even acknowledge it. He placed a hand gently on her lower back and pressed the button to the top floor. When the doors opened, it led straight into his private suite. Office wasn’t even the right word. The room was huge.

Her hand snapped the compartment shut just as the glass doors opened. She barely had time to wipe her sweaty palms on her skirt before Isaac stepped out, walking toward the car with that calm confidence he always carried. He opened the door and slid in beside her, adjusting his cufflinks like nothing was wrong. “You know what,” he said, flashing her a smile, “instead of going home, I’ll take you somewhere special. I just booked us the most amazing thing ever.” Her throat went dry. The memory of that gun pressed against her thoughts, the words on the phone screen still burning in her mind. She forced herself to look forward, her fingers gripping the edge of her seat. He glanced at her. “Why are you so quiet? Are you okay?” She swallowed hard. Her voice cracked when she spoke. “Let’s just go home.” His brows furrowed slightly. “Home? I thought you’d be more excited. I just said I booked something for us. You’re not curious?” Her palms were damp. She pressed them together t

She called Mercy before the taxi reached the street. Mercy answered on loud music and breathless laughter. Isabel pressed the phone to her ear and tried to steady her voice. “Where are you,” Isabel asked. “Can I come over.” “I am not home,” Mercy said. “I am out. Are you okay. You sound off.” “I will text,” Isabel said. “It is fine.” She ended the call and stared out the window. Her throat felt raw. She told the driver to keep going and asked for a hotel near the center. She wiped her cheeks with the heel of her hand and kept her breath even. The lobby lights were sharp. She kept her eyes down and signed the form. In the lift she leaned her head to the wall and swallowed hard. The room door clicked behind her and the nausea hit without warning. She ran to the bathroom, fell to her knees, and emptied her stomach until there was nothing left. She rinsed her mouth. She gripped the sink. Her hands shook against the porcelain. She splashed her face and stared at her reflectio

Her eyes widened, her brows pulling together as if she hadn’t heard him right. “What?” she whispered, her voice trembling. She shook her head once, pressing herself harder against the wall as though it might swallow her whole. Her hands clutched the blanket tighter, refusing to move. Isaac’s jaw flexed. His gaze narrowed, dark and cutting, the kind of look that warned there was no way out. “You heard me.” His voice was low, dangerous, and final. His hand released her chin only to grip the neckline of her shirt. With one swift tug, the fabric tore, the sound sharp in the quiet room. Isabel gasped, her fingers flying up to push him away, but his body pressed her still, his strength unyielding. “Stop!” she cried, her palms pressing against his chest. But he caught both wrists again and shoved them above her head, pinning them to the wall. His breath brushed her cheek as he leaned close. “You will learn,” he muttered, before his free hand slid down, yanking the torn fabric lower unt

His mouth stayed on hers, the kiss stealing every breath she tried to take. She pushed weakly at his chest, but his body pressed her harder into the wall. Her gasp broke into his mouth when his knee nudged between her thighs, forcing them open. His hands slid down her sides, gripping her waist. Her wrists were caught and pinned above her head. Her chest lifted with every sharp breath, pressing against him as if there was no space left between them. His lips left hers only to trail lower, dragging hot down her jaw, then along her throat. Her head tipped back against the wall, her lips parting when his teeth grazed her skin. A soft sound escaped her, and her lashes fluttered shut. He kissed down the column of her neck and she shivered when his tongue traced over her collarbone, his stubble scratching lightly against her skin. Her toes curled against the floor as he shifted lower. His grip tightened on her wrists, holding her still when she tried to twist away.