All Chapters of Dumped By My EX, I Picked Up A Tycoon: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Isabella’s POVThe suffocating feeling of being in the same room with Matteo was too much to handle, but my mind was preoccupied by the answer he gave me when I asked his permission to leave.“No.” His voice was merciless, cold, and sharp. I never want to talk to him about matters concerning my personal life, but today I needed to. And his answer to my respectful question was a hard ‘no’.“Why? My job for today is done, Sir. Noah is already resting in his room, and he no longer needs my service tonight.”Matteo lifted his face, shooting me cold stares. The past I shared with him still lingered in my head, but I don’t want this personal affection to affect my decisions in life.“Wasn’t I clear, Isabella? I’m forbidding you to leave.”I inhaled sharply. “I need to leave tonight, Sir. I will be back before midnight. I just need to talk to someone.”“My house, my rules.”I gritted my teeth, and I couldn’t hide my annoyance. I looked him straight in the eyes as I spoke. “My life, my rules.

Isabella’s POVMy body was aching and feeling so exhausted when I got home. Home… No! This place isn’t my home.I lay on the bed. It was so soft against my back. I should be comfortable. I should’ve fallen asleep quickly because of the cozy room, but I couldn’t. My mind was in turmoil. My head is a mess. There was no place for resting. I have to think of a way.Holding a can of beer, I was in the pool area of the classic and cozy mansion of the Moretti’s. If only I were this rich, I wouldn’t have to think like crazy right now. I wonder what I’d be doing if I owned this mansion. Will I be happy?My reflection in the pool water told me how ridiculous I looked right now. My hair was messy. My face was contorted. Exhaustion was screaming in my eyes, but I couldn’t sleep even a wink.Damon’s words keep ringing in my head. Do I really need to bow down to him? To beg him? I refused, but I couldn’t help but think about it. Begging would only shatter my pride, but it might save the orphanage a

Isabella’s POVThe moon settled in the peaceful sky, surrounded by stars. I was on the lanai, thinking about everything. Bitterness crept into my heart, seeing how the universe seemed so peaceful despite the chaos in my life. I wanted to shout and question the Almighty, but I knew I didn’t have the right.In the middle of the cold wind, squeezed in the silence of the evening, my phone rang. It was loud enough to disturb the insects in the bush, but not too loud to disturb the peaceful mansion.The name registered on the screen—Miss Joanna.My fingers had trouble pressing the answer button as I inhaled sharply, preparing myself for either bad or good news—preferably the latter.“Miss Joanna?”Sobs filled my ear as I answered the call. I immediately panicked. “Miss J-Joanna, what’s wrong?”[Belly, Alan’s condition got worsened.]“W-What?” I felt like my heart sank, and the words from Miss Joanna keeps ringing inside my head, shaking me. “W-What do you mean? Miss Joanna… This is…This is

Isabella’s POVA quiet resilience. Silent fight. Mental arguments. If I could make a choice about the life I’d live, I would choose the most unrealistic—wealthy, problem-free, happy.The scent of the antiseptic had been lingering in my nose, but my mind was clouded by the worries I'd been keeping inside me.I sat on the edge of the metal chair in the hospital lobby, stiff. My hands were resting on my lap, unmoving.I’ve been thinking about the solution in my mind. It involves negotiating with Damon again, even if I knew that he’d just say no to me again. I just keep blaming myself because I know that the orphanage would not be put at risk if not for me.“Isabella?”Startled, I lifted my face only to see Melinda looking at me. Her brows immediately furrowed after seeing my face. “What happened to you? You look like you’ve been in a bloody war.”I let out a humorless laugh. “Bloody hellish war.”She sat beside me, putting her bag in her lap. “Tell me about it.”I looked around. “Are you

Isabella’s POV“Are there any other legal documents, Miss Clarkson?”I was sitting across the table from the public lawyer I had scheduled an appointment with to consult about the problem in the orphanage. The ticking of the clock was enough to mock me about the time I had lost trying to figure things out.After Damon beat me with his insults, I went straight to a law firm to consult, but the lawyer didn’t seem to have better advice.“Those are the only documents we have.” My voice was hoarse and tired.On the table lies a picture of the orphanage, and a copy of donation documents to prove that it’s still operating.The lawyer massaged his temple and looked at me. “There’s no formal deed or letter of donation, no notarized document. Legally speaking, we cannot hold this against those businessmen.”I inhaled sharply. “Can’t we do something about it, Attorney? Like a little consideration for the place that has been fostering homeless children? It’s been there for too long. Don’t we hold