All Chapters of The Billionaire's Unwanted Wife : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

~ ALISTAIR ~The elevator doors were about to slide shut when a hand stopped them.I barely had time to register the movement before Antonio Vitale stepped inside, the doors closing behind him with a muted chime.For a brief second, the confined space felt even smaller.He stood next to me—tall and composed in his tailored suit, his posture relaxed. But I am not the type of person who can easily be fooled. The tension in his shoulders, the tightness around his jaw that betrayed the calm exterior he always wore—it was all obvious under my keen observation.Anxiety. Controlled, but unmistakable.My fingers curled slightly at my side. I had always been suspicious of his casual presence around my wife. Ever since he rescued Isla during the first hotel incident, I was certain he was discreetly up to no good. I needed to be more vigilant now that they were targeting my wife instead of me.Antonio’s gaze flicked to the glowing panel above the doors—16 already lit. His eyes darkened before th

~ ISLA ~I woke up aching everywhere.It wasn’t the sharp kind of pain—but the deep, lingering soreness that wrapped around my body, as if I’d been crushed a thousand times and somehow stitched back together overnight. My muscles protested even the smallest movement.On top of that, my head throbbed faintly. For a moment, I just lay there, eyes half-open, letting the fog lift slowly.Then, the faint memories of last night rushed in, one after another. The party. The confrontation between me, Liana, and Stacey—before I went up to the presidential suites to find Alistair.And then…My body stiffened instantly, dread coiling tight in my stomach. My fingers curled against the sheets as my breathing hitched. The image of Markus’s face as he yanked me inside the room—his aggressive attempts to assault me, the fear that had frozen me in place—it all came back in fragments that made my skin crawl.I swallowed hard.If I hadn’t had strong endurance, the inevitable might have happened right the

~ ALISTAIR ~Markus stiffened the moment the words left my mouth.“Settling the score…” he murmured, brows furrowing deeply.Ever since he had been dragged in, he had forced himself to stay composed. But now, pure dread finally cracked through his sluggish haze. His shoulders sagged slightly—something he could no longer hide from me—though his eyes sharpened as reality caught up with him.“What are you talking about?” he demanded hoarsely.I snorted. “Suddenly developed amnesia overnight?”His lips pressed into a thin line. “I don’t know anything about what happened last night.”I didn’t react. Not a blink. Not a shift in posture. I just stared straight through him—and that alone unsettled him.“I was drugged, Alistair,” he continued, trying to explain himself. “You know that. Someone set me up. Someone was plotting behind my back—”A low, cold scoff escaped me as I leaned back against the leather seat.“How predictable,” I said flatly. “That’s your defense?”His jaw tightened. “I wou

~ ISLA ~The grip on my arm vanished instantly.I sucked in a sharp breath, my eyes flying open as Bernard was forced back—hard. His balance faltered and he staggered backward, his curse cut short as someone stepped between us like a wall.I nearly lost my footing from the sudden force, and my arm screaming in protest too where his fingers had crushed into my skin. Then a hand gripped my shoulder—steadying me.“Are you hurt?”That familiar voice came again, making me snap my head up—only to freeze.Simon stood in front of me, shoulders squared, his body angled just enough to shield me completely. One hand was still raised, steady, as if he had caught Bernard’s strike midair without effort.“I’m alright,” I said calmly, though my voice wavered.I clutched my arm to my chest as it throbbed violently when I moved it. A sharp sting made me hiss under my breath before I could stop myself.The tightening of Simon’s jaw didn’t go unnoticed by me. Behind him, Bernard snarled, still seething w

~ ALISTAIR ~The silence after Rebecca’s departure barely lasted a few seconds.Evan returned to my desk, his steps firmer this time, his expression tight in a way that immediately set something off in my chest.“Sir,” he said carefully, placing his tablet on the desk. “You need to see this.”I didn’t look at it at once. My fingers were still resting against the seashell bracelet, tracing the same bead over and over.“What is it?” I asked flatly.“It’s about Madam…” he replied hesitantly. “She was harassed earlier today—at the hospital entrance.”My hand stilled as my eyes snapped up to him. “What did you say?”Evan turned the screen toward me. The video began without sound—security footage from Northgate Hospital. I saw her step into frame, adjusting her coat, moving the way she always did when she was tired but determined.Then Bernard came out of nowhere and struck her.My jaw clenched as Isla’s head snapped to the side. Even without sound, I could feel it—the force, the humiliatio