All Chapters of Dumped By My EX, I Picked Up A Tycoon: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Isabella’s POVMy heart hammered against my ribs, each beat pumping molten fury through my veins. How dare he stand there? How dare he breathe the same air after what he'd done?The realization hit like a physical blow—two years of whispered promises, two years of stolen moments, all while he'd been playing house with Giana. My nails bit into my palms as I forced myself to walk past him. For Giana's sake, I wouldn't make a scene.Damon grabbed my wrist, that familiar touch now setting my skin on fire. "Belly—""Don't." I shoved him back, my voice trembling with barely contained rage. "You lost the right to call me that."He stepped closer, the scent of his cologne—the one I'd bought him last Christmas—making my stomach churn. "Just let me explain.""Oh, please." A bitter laugh escaped me. "Let me guess—this was all some elaborate rehearsal? Giana's just your stand-in until the real proposal?"His jaw tightened. "Don't be cruel. You know I don't want this, but I need her family's money

Isabella’s POVMorning light lanced through my skull as I staggered from the Uber, each ray like a white-hot needle behind my eyes. The throbbing in my temples came equal parts from last night's vodka and today's devastating reality check.Twenty-four fucking hours.That's all it took to detonate my life.First, Damon—five years of promises and plans—dropping to one knee for Giana while I stood there like a discarded toy. Then, drowning my humiliation in bottom-shelf martinis until a dangerous stranger with ice-blue eyes became my terrible decision. Now my skin still carried the memory of his hands, my muscles ached in deliciously shameful places, and my dress smelled like expensive sin and regret.And Alan—sweet, brave Alan—leaving that voicemail that shattered what was left of my heart: "Hey Belly... stage two. But I'm tough, yeah? Don't you worry."The lie burned worse than the liquor. I knew exactly what the treatment cost was. Knew the orphanage's meager funds would vanish faster

Matteo’s POVMy son stood before me—blazer rumpled, collar stained with what I dearly hoped was ketchup—his small chest heaving. Whether from his escapade or anticipation of my reaction, I couldn't tell.I set down my Montblanc pen with deliberate precision. The click echoed through the silent study. "This makes three times this month, Noah."He jutted his chin upward, those familiar blue eyes—mirrors of my own—blazing with rebellion. "I just wanted to see the new LEGO store!""Alone?" My voice remained dangerously calm. "Without notifying anyone?""Anton was with me!" He gestured to the stone-faced bodyguard by the door."After you evaded him for forty-three minutes." The number tasted like acid. Forty-three minutes where the unthinkable could have happened. Where the unthinkable had happened to me at his age.Noah's lower lip quivered before he caught himself, teeth sinking into the soft flesh. He remembered our last conversation—Morettis don't show weakness. The memory curdled in m