All Chapters of A baby for the billionaire: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Isabel stood frozen, staring at Isaac in the doorway. Her brain could not catch up. How the hell was he here? How did he know where to find her? And Daniel. Daniel’s voice in the warehouse. It was him. It had to be him. None of it made sense.Before she could say a single word, Daniel’s eyes went wide. He spun around fast and sprinted toward the back door. His footsteps pounded through the kitchen and then he was gone. The back door slammed behind him.Isabel’s mouth fell open. “Daniel! Wait.”Isaac did not speak. He crossed the room in three big steps, grabbed her good arm tight, and pulled her toward the front door. His grip was hard but not painful.“Isaac, what are you doing?” she asked, stumbling after him. “Wait. Stop. What the hell is going on?”He did not answer. He just kept pulling her outside, straight to his black car parked at the curb. He opened the passenger door and pushed her in, then slammed it shut. A second later he was in the driver’s seat. The engine roared to li

Isabel sat on the bed staring at Vera. Her mouth fell open. She could not believe who was standing there.Vera’s smile dropped fast. Her face twisted with rage. She took two steps forward and started yelling.“You keep ruining everything no matter what!” Vera screamed. “No matter what I plan, no matter how hard I try, you just keep showing up and messing it all up. I thought you were gone for good and here you are again like some stupid ghost that will not die.”Isabel pushed herself back on the bed, her good hand gripping the blanket. “What are you doing here? How did you even get in? Isaac locked the door. He said no one was supposed to come in.”Vera laughed but it sounded crazy. She walked closer until she was standing right in front of Isabel. “Whether you like it or not I am still Isaac’s legal wife. This is my house. This is my son’s home. Hugo belongs here. You do not. You never did. You are just the mistake he made because he felt sorry for you.”Isabel’s eyebrows pulled toge

Kian pulled back fast after the kiss. His eyes went wide and he looked shocked at himself. He raked his fingers through his hair and looked down at the floor.“I’m so sorry,” he said quickly. “I should not have done that. That was completely out of line. I do not know what came over me. Please forgive me.”Isabel wiped her mouth with the back of her hand but she did not look angry. She just kept crying quietly.Kian stood up and gently helped her stand. “Come on. Let’s get you into bed. You need to rest.”He walked her to the bedroom, pulled the covers back, and helped her lie down. He tucked the blanket around her shoulders carefully and sat on the edge of the bed for a minute, rubbing her good arm until her breathing slowed down. She fell asleep fast, her face still wet from crying.Kian watched her for a while to make sure she was really out. Then he stood up quietly and walked to the front door. The second he opened it, Isaac was standing right there, breathing hard, his face tigh

Isabel was breathing fast against Kian’s mouth. His hand was still under her shirt, squeezing her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple. She moaned softly into the kiss for a second before she suddenly grabbed his wrist and stopped him.“Kian, stop,” she said, pulling back. She pushed gently against his chest with her good hand. “I can’t do this. I’m sorry.”Kian pulled away fast. He was out of breath, his chest rising and falling hard. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously and looked at her with wide eyes.“Shit. I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to go that far. I got carried away. I should not have done that.”Isabel sat up straighter and tugged her shirt down. “No, it is not that. You are a really great person, Kian. You have been so good to me through all of this. I just… I can’t right now. My head is all over the place and-““Do not finish that sentence,” Kian cut in. He held up his hand. “You do not have to explain anything. Maybe later when you are ready we can contin

Isabel stood in the kitchen early the next morning, leaning her hip against the counter while pale sunlight spilled through the windows and stretched across the marble floor. The twins were still asleep upstairs, the house quiet in that soft, fragile way that never lasted long once they woke up. She cracked eggs into a bowl one by one, her fingers moving carefully, then whisked them fast with her good hand until the yolks blurred into yellow foam. Her injured arm stayed tucked in the sling against her body, stiff and useless, and every now and then she sucked in a breath through her nose when the movement pulled at her shoulder. She reached for the salt, nudged the bowl closer with her wrist, then kept going like she had something to prove. Isaac walked in from the gym a minute later, pushing a hand through his damp hair as he crossed the kitchen. His shirt was off and tucked into the waistband of his shorts. Sweat glistened over his chest, his abs, the hard lines of his arms, a