Todos os capítulos de The Billionaire's Unwanted Wife : Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

~ ALISTAIR ~ A chill froze me on the spot—I couldn’t move for a few seconds. My eyes were locked on the blood—it soaked through her clothes, trailed down her legs, and stained the floor beneath her. There was so much of it that it didn’t even look real anymore. “…Save the baby…” Her weak voice came again. It was barely audible, but it hit me harder than anything else in the room. My gaze snapped back to her pale face and trembling lips, her hand weakly pressed against her abdomen. Pregnant.. The word echoed in my head, sharp and disorienting. She was pregnant? My child?.. I didn’t remember her. I didn’t remember anything that led to this moment. But standing there, looking at her like that—bleeding, breaking, yet still begging me to save the life inside her—it was as if something inside me was shattered. Even with all the confusing thoughts hitting me at once, my hands moved swiftly. The straps around her wrists came loose under my grip, then the ones binding her legs. I worke

~ ISLA ~The word barely left my lips when Alistair spoke.“I’ll give you two some space,” he said, his voice calm, as if nothing about this moment surprised him.He looked at me for a few seconds, then turned toward the man standing next to him.Antonio.A brief pause followed—just enough for something unspoken to pass between them—before Antonio gave a small nod.Alistair didn’t say anything more. He simply walked past him and stepped out of the room, the door closing softly behind him.A deafening silence settled inside.My fingers tightened slightly against the blanket as I looked at the man in front of me.It had been a while since the last time we saw each other and spoke. I hadn’t even touched the calling card he gave me when we parted at our last meeting.Even now, knowing that Antonio Vitale was my father—it still felt unreal.He stepped closer slowly, closing the distance between us. In his hand was a basket of fresh white lilies. Their faint scent filled the room as he set

~ ISLA ~The first thing I noticed when I woke up in the late afternoon was the soft, fragrant scent of flowers wafting through the air.My lashes fluttered open slowly, and for a few seconds, I just stared at the ceiling, letting my mind catch up with my body. Everything still felt heavy—like I hadn’t fully returned yet.Once my thoughts cleared, I shifted my gaze, following where the fragrance came from.I saw bouquets—so many of them. White lilies, roses, tulips—arranged neatly on the side tables, near the window, and even on the small cabinet by the wall. The room felt brighter because of them. Warmer, somehow.A faint smile stretched across my lips.Riley must have brought some of these. She had been here almost the whole day, checking on me every chance she got. Even when I told her I was fine, she still kept asking the same questions—if I felt pain, if I needed anything, if the baby was really okay.I let out a quiet breath.Dr. Ellis had also stopped by—calm and reassuring as

~ ISLA ~The finality of Alistair's words landed cold, seeming to freeze the air in the room.Instead of getting offended, Tyler let out a soft chuckle, lifting both hands in mock surrender as he stood.“Alright, alright,” he said, the amusement in his tone evident. “No need to bite my head off.”He glanced at me briefly, his expression softening just a little.“Get well soon, Isla. I’ll visit you again,” he added, then turned toward the door.As he passed Alistair, he paused just long enough to murmur something under his breath—too low for me to hear—before walking out.The door clicked shut behind him. And just like that, the room fell into silence.A heavy one.I exhaled slowly, then looked at Alistair.“You didn’t have to do that,” I said. “You scared off my visitor.”He didn’t respond. He just stood there, unmoving. But the way his expression hardened—jaw tight, his gaze dark and sharper than any blade—I could tell there was a storm quietly building.I frowned slightly. “Alistair

~ ALISTAIR ~A week passed.Life slowly returned to its usual rhythm. Meetings resumed. Documents piled up like a mountain on my desk. Decisions waited to be made. And more importantly, Isla had already been discharged from the hospital.The doctor made it clear that she needed ample rest—and that she should avoid stress and any heavy duties for at least three months.I didn’t even think twice. I told her she wouldn’t be going back to the hospital anytime soon. The baby mattered more than anything.Surprisingly, she didn’t argue. She simply agreed to my decision, which made things easier than I expected.Since then, everything in the house had been arranged accordingly. Anna stayed with her full-time. Meals were prepared on schedule. Doctors were on call. Every detail was handled.I found myself doing more than necessary—coming home earlier, checking on her personally, watching if she had eaten properly, if she was resting, if she looked tired.It didn’t feel like a responsibility any