Semua Bab One Night Stand With The Ruthless Billionaire : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Isabella's POV “Babes, I’m leaving. Take care,” Sabrina said, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead before grabbing her bag.Her mild, sweet cologne drifted around me, pulling me gently out of sleep.I lay there for a moment, reluctant to pull myself out of bed. I stared at the white ceiling until the brightness made me squint. After a few more minutes, I finally pushed myself up and headed to the kitchen. Hunger gnawed at me.On my way, I ran into Andrews, already dressed for school. “Hi, sis. Good morning. Hope you slept well?” he asked politely.“Morning, Andrews. Yeah, I slept well. You ready for school?” I asked, my voice still thick with sleep.“Yes, sis. I’ll see you later.” He hugged me quickly before heading out the door.In the kitchen, I started preparing my usual hot chocolate. Honestly, that's my favorite, though no one makes it better than my late Mom. I made a small plate of scrambled eggs to go with it. After eating, I headed upstairs for a warm shower before calling

Isabella's POV He walked in with one hand buried casually in his pocket, acting as if he didn’t recognize me though I could feel the awareness in his eyes.“Hi,” I stood to greet him, my voice steady even though my pulse betrayed me. He gestured for me to sit, lowering himself into the chair with the effortless authority of someone accustomed to being obeyed.“Introduce yourself.” His gaze pinned me in place as he ordered, almost without emotion. “I…” I paused, stuttering briefly. For a moment, my mind stalled. I pinched my palm as I coaxed my racing heart into cooperating.“Hi, I'm Isabella Monroe. I'm skilled in cleaning, organising and maintaining a safe, comfortable environment. I'm hardworking, trustworthy and pay close attention to details. I'm good at managing my time and following routine, and I like making sure everything is comfortable for the family I work with. I'm reliable, respectful and committed to doing my best,” I said without stuttering.I still couldn’t read his

Damien's POV I sighed softly as I watched her leave. She seems calm, beautiful and most of all natural. She hadn’t worn a hint of makeup, yet she looked breathtaking. My thoughts drifted to her composure during the interview so poised, so collected. I thought the moment she recognized me, shock would flash across her face.I expected anger, maybe a storming exit, given how much she despises me. But she didn’t react. She remained composed, carrying herself as though she didn’t know me at all.Seeing how fiercely she held her ground, refusing to tolerate humiliation or disrespect, made it clear there was much more to her than I had realized. A quite strength I couldn't ignore. When my secretary mentioned that someone named Isabella Monroe had applied, I brushed it off. But reviewing her file made my pulse quicken, it was her. I felt a surge of anticipation, thinking I could finally assert my authority. I planned to draw her into my den… not realizing I might be the one ensnared.A shar

Isabella's POV After a few blissful rounds that left us both glowing, Ray and I finally pulled ourselves together and went back to the kitchen to finish cooking. Within minutes the food was ready. I plated our portions, sat down beside him, and just as we started eating, my phone buzzed sharply.“GIRL GET HOME NOW!!”That was it. The message was short, commanding and absolutely Sabrina. My stomach knotted instantly. Something about that message felt wrong… too urgent.“Babe, are you okay?” Ray asked, watching me closely as he slipped a stray strand of hair behind my ear.“Umm… yeah. I mean not really. Sabrina just sent something urgent, and I’m kind of freaking out,” I said, forcing a tiny smile that fooled absolutely no one.“Excuse me,” I murmured, slipping away from the table. I dialed Sabrina immediately. It rang… and rang… and rang but no answer. My palms were damp. Typical Sabrina, queen of never answering her phone, but somehow this silence felt different.I drifted back to th

Isabella's POV I sat there for a moment, trying to wrap my mind around what she’d just said, before finally turning to face her.“Sorry… what did you just say?” I asked, my voice a mix of disbelief and the need to make sure I’d heard her right.She didn’t answer right away, her eyes glued to the dark road ahead, hands steady on the wheel like nothing had happened.“I’ve told you a million times, Briana Damien’s human alright, but he’s a demon in angel clothes. He doesn’t care about women, not really,” I said with a sharp voice.“Bella, please, please! This is another chance for me to get close to him. I’m in a good mood tonight, don't ruin it. Since when do you have superpowers to sniff out angels and demons?” she shot back, sarcasm dripping off every word.After that, silence fell between us. My mind was spinning. Here I was, dressed like a temptress, heading to a stranger’s mansion because of Sabrina and turning back wasn’t an option.“Why do you even hate Damien without meeting hi