All Chapters of The Billionaire's Unwanted Wife : Chapter 101 - Chapter 109

~ ISLA ~The sky was painted gray.It seemed like a storm was coming, yet it refused to pour. Just a heavy, clouded morning—as if even the heavens were mourning the loss of a strong pillar in the business world.Black umbrellas formed a quiet sea around the Montgomerys’ private cemetery. On the surface, they appeared to be grieving Albert Montgomery’s demise. But beneath that display, it felt more like a gathering of powerful men and impeccably dressed women whose whispers carried more calculation than sympathy.Luxury cars lined the gravel path. Security stood at discreet distances. Alistair had deployed them to ensure everything would proceed without incident.I stood beside him, dressed in black from head to toe. My fingers were intertwined with his, though I wasn’t sure whether I was holding him—or he was holding me.He hadn’t spoken since morning. Even during the drive, he remained quiet, seemingly lost in deep thought. And as usual, he kept his composure intact. Not even the sl

~ ALISTAIR ~The silence after my words did not last long.Mr. Taylor stepped fully into the room, his presence alone calm yet commanding. The two legal representatives accompanying him remained near the door—quiet but unmistakably official.He placed the leather portfolio on the table and adjusted his cufflinks before speaking.“For those who may not know me,” he began, his tone professional and measured, “I am Attorney William Taylor, legal counsel to the old Lady Margot and the late Mr. Albert Montgomery.”At the mention of Lady Margot’s name, several directors straightened subtly. But what amused me most was Rebecca’s reaction.The color drained slightly from her face. She looked completely unprepared for William’s sudden appearance.My grandmother had always been cautious when it came to our family’s assets. That elderly woman had been sharper than anyone in this room. She must have foreseen this battle over inheritance long before it began.Although the Montgomerys had several l

~ ISLA ~Lunch with Alistair felt nothing short of warm and comforting.For two hours, I sat across from him, feeling like a queen as he served me different dishes. Each of his movements was careful and elegant, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him.Even now, everything still feels surreal. From the moment I was sold by my family to the most powerful family in New York, I had expected to suffer at Alistair’s hands. But what happened was the complete opposite. I was pampered and protected by the very merciless billionaire everyone had warned me about.Lunch went on, and we talked only about ordinary things—his plans for the weekend, surprising Grandma, small details that felt almost domestic.I was already beaming at the thought of it.This was the first time I had truly seen Alistair’s considerate side without the shadow of business looming over him. I secretly wished we could stay this way forever, though I knew it was impossible for us.After lunch, reality returned. I had to go back

~ ISLA ~Weekend mornings felt different. Quieter and lighter.Evan drove smoothly along the highway toward New Jersey, the bustling city slowly fading behind us. The skyline grew smaller in the rearview mirror, replaced by open roads and stretches of winter trees.Beside me, Alistair was unusually relaxed. One hand rested on my lap, while the other scrolled through his phone occasionally. In the front seat and the trunk were neatly arranged gift boxes—expensive tea sets, silk shawls, imported pastries, and even a new massage chair he had insisted on ordering for Grandma.“She’ll scold you for spending too much,” I muttered, glancing at the pile.My grandmother had never cared much for material things. But Alistair had gone all out this time. Although these things were barely a cent of his wealth, it was still overwhelming.He smirked faintly. “She’ll scold me and then brag about it to her neighbors.”I couldn’t help but smile. He wasn’t wrong about it. The last time they met, Grandma