The Billionaire's Unwanted Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

~ LIANA ~The moment Alistair stormed into that restaurant, I nearly exploded with burning anger and jealousy.But when I saw him dragging Isla out with that stormy expression, my lips curled at the edges. Finally, she would be humiliated in front of everyone, and I was there to witness it.I’d been itching to lash back at her after everything, to vent my hatred—but I forced myself to hold back. Society has always known me as the good and graceful young lady of the Bennett family. And I intend to keep it that way.I will make sure Isla always stays in my shadow.Stacey, however, completely burst out when she saw Isla and Tyler together. She trembled with rage the entire time, nails digging into her palms from clenching them tightly.Earlier, one of my people tipped me off that Tyler made a surprise visit to Isla in the hospital and even invited her to lunch. So I had someone follow him and I also invited Stacey here. The plan was perfect.She almost made a scene, but I stopped her and

~ ISLA ~A group of renowned stylists arrived just as Anna said—each moving with quiet coordination, arranging makeup palettes, brushes, curling irons, and other necessary tools to be used for dolling me up.I sat before the big vanity, trying to appear composed while several hands worked on me at once. Someone brushed foundation over my skin, another styled my hair into soft, flowing waves, while another adjusted the small details of my sapphire-blue gown.It was surreal.“Madam, you look absolutely breathtaking,” one of the stylists gasped softly, pulling me back to the present.I opened my eyes.The reflection in the mirror made me pause.For a heartbeat, I didn’t recognize the woman staring back. The gown hugged my frame perfectly—elegant and ethereal—shimmering subtly with each breath I took. My hair fell in soft waves over one shoulder, and the delicate jewelry on my neck, which Alistair had bought along with this gown, gleamed faintly like frost under moonlight.I swallowed, my

~ ISLA ~Just when I thought the night couldn’t grow any more dazzling, another stir rippled through the crowd.Heads turned toward the grand entrance again, where a pair of figures began walking in slowly—graceful and commanding.The whispers came first before the two significant figures could enter.“Tyler Grant is here too!” a young socialite blurted with excitement.“And beside him—oh my God, isn’t that Mary Porter? The renowned fashion designer?”Alistair’s aunt’s fame was truly incomparable. Wherever she went, her grace and absolute popularity always shone.She was dressed in a delicate gown of silver satin and adorned with diamonds like frost—exuding the quiet authority of a woman who had conquered every room she ever walked into.And beside her—Tyler Grant looked every bit the refined superstar the tabloids painted him to be. Polished, tall, his hair slightly tousled, his smile the kind that looked

~ ISLA ~I turned at the sound of my name and saw Tyler walking down the hallway with his usual smooth, easy stride.His hands were casually slipped into his pockets, while that familiar warm smile softened his already handsome features.“Mr. Grant,” I greeted in a warm and polite tone. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”He stopped a few steps away, pulling one hand from his pocket to rub the back of his neck sheepishly.“I was hoping to run into you, actually.”That caught me off guard. “You were?”He let out a quiet laugh. “Yeah. I wanted to apologize properly—about that whole mess online.”His expression softened, the sincerity in his tone unmistakable. “You didn’t deserve to be dragged into it. That was my fault.”I blinked, surprised. Honestly, I hadn’t expected an apology. It wasn’t a big deal for me since I was just an ordinary person.“That’s alright,” I said simply.“I knew there were always paparazzi around—I should’ve been more careful. You were only being kind, but they ma

~ ISLA ~The man who had been approaching me stopped in his tracks, his head snapping toward the sound.As quick as lightning, he darted away from the bed, grabbed the camera, and stepped back into the shadows with practiced precision. Before I could blink, he was gone.I lay there, chest heaving as my eyes tried to make sense of the shapes that filled the room.When I finally recovered, I pulled the quilt around my body just as the figure in the doorway walked closer.“Dr. Bennett?” a voice laced with worry—yet very familiar—called out.My fingers tightened around the edges of the quilt. “W–who are you?”“It’s Luca Bianchi, Mr. Vitale’s assistant. We spoke at the hospital before, remember?” His voice was low and careful.Relief flooded through me, though I had no idea how he found me. All I knew was that I wasn’t in danger this time.My body sagged against the headboard. “How… how did you—”“I’ll explain later,” he said softly, shrugging off his suit jacket and draping it gently over