Semua Bab One Night Stand With The Ruthless Billionaire : Bab 31 - Bab 35

When they finally led me to my room, I stopped, completely still, like my body forgot how to move. For a second, I genuinely thought there had been some kind of mistake, like this couldn’t possibly be meant for me. Because this room… it was breathtaking. Soft golden light spilled from a chandelier overhead, warm and deliberate, settling into every corner of the room.The walls were dressed in creamy ivory, smooth and flawless with delicate paneling that made everything feel like a page torn straight out of a luxury magazine. At the center sat a king-sized bed…no, not a bed, a cloud pretending to be one.Pillows were stacked in perfect layers and the duvet, too pristine,like I didn’t belong anywhere near it. A thick rug softened my steps as I moved further in. To my right stood a full-length mirror framed in polished silver, tall enough to reflect everything. Beside it sat a glass-top dressing table with a cushioned chair that looked far too elegant to be used. A vase of fresh flowers

Isabella's POV Immediately he left, the atmosphere shifted.The warmth from moments ago disappeared, replaced with something tense… almost suffocating like the room itself was holding its breath.I looked down at the little girl standing beside me, her tiny fingers still wrapped around mine like she was afraid to let go.“Come on, Mia, it’s time for bed,” Angela said gently from behind the counter.I glanced up at her, and she gave me a soft, knowing nod that said more than words ever could, like she had expected something like this to happen. Just as I was about to turn away, Mia tugged lightly on my hand.“Auntie… please, can you help me get ready for bed?”Her voice was soft, almost careful, like she wasn’t sure she was allowed to ask.I froze for a second. Looking into her innocent eyes, wide and hopeful… how was I supposed to say no?I let out a small breath and crouched down in front of her, brushing a loose strand of hair away from her face.“Mia, Daddy wants to speak with me,

Isabella’s POVFor a second, I thought I’d read it wrong.My eyes moved over the words again, slower this time, as if they might somehow change into something else if I looked hard enough. But the bold black letters stayed exactly the same.HIV Test Consent Form.A strange heat crept up my neck as my fingers tightened around the papers. Slowly, I lifted my head.Damien didn’t look the least bit uncomfortable.He sat behind his desk with one arm resting against the leather chair, calm and unreadable, watching me like my reaction was exactly what he’d expected.“You want me to take an HIV test?” I asked quietly.“Yes,” he said. “And not only that.”My stomach tightened.Not only that?I looked back down at the file, suddenly aware that I’d only read the first page. My fingers hesitated before flipping to the next one. Then to the next. And the next.Every page listed another test. HIV, Hepatitis, Syphilis, Gonorrhea, Chlamydia.By the time I reached the bottom of the stack, my chest fel