All Chapters of A baby for the billionaire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Isabel stood in the hallway, her wrist still tingling where he had fastened the bracelet. The hallway lights were soft, golden, reflecting off the cool silver of the tracker. She stared at it for a long moment before looking toward the corner where Isaac had disappeared, the sound of his footsteps had already faded. She let out a shaky breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, her heart was still racing. His words echoed in her head, over and over again, ‘you don’t leave my sight, every hour, breathe under my watch.’ It didn’t feel like protection, it felt like possession, like the walls had closed in a little more tonight. She was still standing there, her body stiff with confusion, when Lena appeared at the end of the hall. “Miss Manor,” she said gently, “your room is ready.” Isabel nodded, silently following. The halls felt colder now. When they reached the room, Lena paused before opening the door. “I know this isn’t easy,” she said, her voice quieter now, n

Isabel had heard many things in her life. But she had never expected to hear that. Her eyes went wide and she blinked a few times as she stared at him. He said it without a stutter. She stood behind him, still frozen in place, her hand tingling from where his mother had grabbed her, her heart pounding so loud she could barely hear what came next. His mother was staring at him, stunned into silence. “You don’t mean that,” the woman finally whispered, “you said that to make a point.” Isabel couldn't believe how much of a bitch she was being, acting like being in love with her was a disease. Isaac didn’t blink. “I meant every word.” “You’re going to throw away your entire reputation for her?” Isaac turned fully now, calm, “I told you once, do not speak about her like that in my house.” “She’s nothing,” his mother spat. He stepped closer, “and if you disrespect her again, even once, I will send you away for good.” Her face dropped, “you wouldn’t.” “I would and I wi

The car was quiet, the low hum of the engine the only sound between them. Isabel sat with her arms folded across her chest, still processing the appointment. Her blouse clung a little tighter after the warm air of the clinic, and she could still feel the touch of gel across her stomach, even though it was long wiped away. But more than that, she could feel his presence. Isaac sat beside her like a shadow that refused to fade. She had seen it, the flick of his eyes whenever the doctor had spoken and the way his voice hardened at the end, the way his body shifted in small, tense movements. She turned her head slightly toward him, “you didn’t have to fire the doctor.” He didn’t respond. “There was no reason,” she continued, eyes narrowing, “you could’ve requested changes, there was no need to cause a scene.” When he remained silent, she added, “you can’t blame it on the child this time,” she added, her voice softer now, “there was nothing unprofessional, so why did you do

His body collapsed against hers with a weight that made her stumble. “Isaac?” Isabel’s voice cracked as she clutched his arms, trying to steady him, but he didn’t respond. His breathing was slow, heavy, and shallow, his face pressed faintly into the curve of her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around his waist tighter, barely keeping him upright. “Lena,” she shouted, panic rising thick in her throat, “somebody help—please!” Her heart pounded. Everything was spinning. She couldn’t carry him, couldn’t move him, couldn’t even think straight. It felt like a moment that wasn’t real. Like it had been pulled from someone else’s nightmare. Footsteps thundered down the hall, fast and many. Lena appeared first, followed by two male staff and one of the medical attendants that always stayed on the property. They stopped short when they saw him, his entire frame slumped against her, her arms trembling as they held him. “Get him,” Lena said sharply, already stepping in to help suppo

He caught her just as her knees gave out, the sight of the blood stopped everything. Isaac looked down at her legs, the red staining her thighs, then up at her face, pale, dazed, her lips moving without sound. For a moment, he couldn’t hear anything, no hallway, no breath, just the sharp, immediate strike of terror in his chest. Then he moved. He scooped her up fast, one arm under her knees, the other around her back, pressing her tight against his chest. She didn’t resist, her head fell against his shoulder, her fingers curling weakly into the front of his shirt. He stormed down the hall. “Move,” he barked at the first staff member who stepped into view, his voice low but lethal. “Get out of my way.” Lena rushed out of one of the side rooms, her eyes widening when she saw the blood dripping down Isabel’s legs. “Get the car,” Isaac ordered, his eyes never leaving Isabel’s face. “Now.” Another maid hesitated at the end of the corridor, stunned by the sight of blood. I