All Chapters of The Billionaire's Unwanted Wife : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

~ ALISTAIR ~The bar was dimly lit, wrapped in low music and quiet conversations that blended into the background.It was one of the few places in New York where privacy was guaranteed—no unnecessary attention, no interruptions. The kind of place where powerful men handled things without leaving traces.I sat inside a private lounge reserved only for me. My personal doctor had been lecturing me in the afternoon about my health and how I wasn’t taking it seriously—but the hell I care. I just wanted a breather at this moment and to ease the continuous irritation bubbling inside me.I was about to take a sip of my expensive whiskey when the door opened and Evan entered.“Sir, confirmed. She’s here,” Evan reported.I slowly sipped my drink before answering. “Tell her I want to have a word with her.”Evan went out again, and in a few minutes, Rebecca was pushed inside by two of my bodyguards.She stumbled slightly but quickly regained her balance. Her sharp gaze landed on me with clear fur

~ ALISTAIR ~The day started badly.I had barely stepped into my office and sat on my chair when a sharp gasp echoed near my desk. Before I could even react, a cup of hot coffee slipped from one of the newly hired secretaries’ hands and spilled straight onto my suit. The liquid soaked through the fabric instantly.A terrifying silence followed.The woman froze in place, her face drained of color. “S-Sir… I—”I didn’t let her finish. “Get out.”My voice wasn’t loud. But it was enough. She flinched and hurried out immediately, nearly tripping over her own feet in the process.I exhaled sharply, looking down at the stain spreading across my shirt.Damn it.I walked straight to the adjacent break room, muttering curses under my breath. I had never been this pissed off this early. I shrugged off my coat and tossed it on the couch. The dull irritation that had been lingering in my head since morning only worsened. I had a meeting in less than an hour, and this was how the day decided to beg

~ ISLA ~My breath hitched uncontrollably.The grip was sturdy, just like an iron clamp—not enough to hurt, but enough to stop me completely.My heart raced as I slowly turned. And there I saw the owner of that hand.Alistair—standing behind me a few inches away. His face was darker than I had ever seen before. His jaw was tightly clenched, judging by how the muscle ticked—as if he was holding back his irritation, or anger perhaps.I couldn't move an inch at that moment, or speak.I just looked at him, trying to process everything. And strangely… my heart reacted before anything else.That look. That tension in his expression. That anger in his eyes— It meant something. Even if he didn’t remember me… even if he kept pushing me away…He wouldn’t react like this if I truly meant nothing to him.“Are you doing this on purpose?”His voice cut through my thoughts—low, controlled, but razor-sharp.I blinked, caught off guard.“…Doing what?” I asked, my tone staying calm despite the sudden r

~ ALISTAIR ~ I was in the middle of a discussion with Mr. Chandler and Mr. Harris about the projections for my new project when my phone buzzed on the table. The screen showed my driver calling. I frowned slightly at the timing, but I didn’t pick it up. After the initial call, my phone rang again. My eyes snapped to it—the same caller. “I’ll excuse myself for a moment,” I said, picking up the phone with irritation. Emery opened her mouth to protest, but I only gave her a cold look before standing. The restaurant was a bit crowded, so I walked toward a semi-quiet hallway before answering the call. “Mr. Montgomery,” the driver’s voice came, slightly tense. “What is it?” I snapped, gritting my teeth. “It’s… it’s Madam, sir,” he stammered. “She’s missing.” The noise from the dining area seemed to fade. And suddenly, a vague ache formed in my head. I had heard that same line before—but I couldn’t remember where. “What did you say?” My voice dropped low as I pinched the bridge of

~ ISLA ~“You…?”My voice came out in a gasp. My eyes were still wide with disbelief as I stared at the man standing in front of me.Markus.For a long moment, my mind refused to process it. The last thing I knew—he was in jail. Alistair had personally made sure of that. There was no way he should be standing here right now.Yet here he was—free—and staring at me like I was dirt beneath his shoes.A slow smirk spread across his lips as he looked down at me.“Surprised?” he asked casually.A chill ran down my spine as memories flashed violently in my mind—the hotel… the fear, the helplessness…My fingers curled tightly against the restraints. I wasn’t familiar with this man when I first stepped into the Montgomery family. But one thing I knew—he might look harmless, but he was nothing less than a cunning man. Now, I had a vague idea why he had brought me here.I forced myself to breathe, trying to stay calm despite the panic rising in my chest.“Why did you do this?” I asked, keeping m