All Chapters of Married To The Arrogant Billionaire Heir: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Grace’s POV.I had just dropped Sarah, my adoptive mother at the hospital for her routine check-up. She waved at me as she disappeared through the sliding doors, smiling even though I could tell she was nervous about the appointment.I let out a quiet breath, fastening my seatbelt as thoughts of Ryan filled my mind. After two long months abroad, he was finally home, and I could hardly wait to see him again.I wanted to tell him everything—the discoveries about my biological family, finding out I had a twin sister, and the way my life had suddenly changed in the past few weeks.A soft flutter of excitement filled me, my thoughts already drifting toward sharing everything with him.The phone rang, slicing through the quiet hum of the car. My heart lifted, thinking it was Ryan, but the screen showed Mr. Reed—my biological father.I answered quickly, voice trembling with anticipation. I thought he was calling about Isabella finally returning for her wedding, but the voice that met me was

Sebastian’s POV.I sat at my desk, papers spread before me, the contract documents demanding my full attention. The office was quiet, sterile. I focused on the numbers, the agreements, the intricate web of alliances and holdings my mother had built, meticulously. And then the phone rang.The shrill sound tore through my concentration. My adviser’s voice came over the line, tense and hesitant, carrying words that immediately made my chest tighten.“Sebastian,” he said, voice low, urgent, “I just came from the board meeting. Your father… he’s handed over control of the company to your stepbrother and his team. It happened tonight. The announcement was just made.”My mind froze. I stared at the papers on the desk. “He… what?” I whispered, disbelief threading through my voice. “Tonight?”“Yes, sir,” he continued, sounding apologetic.“He did it thinking you don't want to get married as he wanted. This was his condition for maintaining your control. The board members were all in support of

Grace’s POV.I hadn’t left my adoptive mother’s side for hours now. She lay on the hospital bed, pale, her chest rising and falling in slow, uneven breaths.I held her hand gently, afraid that if I let go, she might slip away. The doctor had told me not to lose hope, that she was being closely monitored, and I clung to those words as if they were my only lifeline. Still, my heart refused to calm. Fear crawled through me, inch by inch, every second she remained unconscious.My phone rang again. I glanced at it and sighed. My biological father’s name flashed on the screen for the twentieth time.I had ignored his calls before, but this one felt louder, sharper, more insistent. I knew why he was calling. He wanted me to leave. He wanted me to abandon my mother and play the role they’d forced on me. I wanted to throw the phone away, but the bargain held me still. If I didn’t show up, he could destroy everything—and my adoptive mother’s life depended on that fragile agreement.With trembli