Alle Kapitel von DISARMED--- A BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE NOVEL: Kapitel 91 – Kapitel 100

ADRIAN’S POVTwo months later.“Sir, Mr. Nikolai is here to see you,” my secretary announced through the intercom.“Let him in,” I ordered.I slid open my drawer and pulled out the contract Nikolai needed to sign. The paper felt heavier than it should have in my hands. Or maybe that weight was just in my chest.Footsteps approached. The door creaked open.Mr. Nikolai stepped in with that same polished smile I had learned to distrust. I rose from my seat and extended my hand.“Adrian. Nice to see you again,” he said, his laugh coming out a little too sharp, a little too rehearsed, as he settled into the chair opposite me.“Likewise,” I lied smoothly.I sat down and pushed the contract across the desk toward him.“Who will be leading this project?” he asked, flipping open the file and scanning through the pages.“Evelyn,” I replied. “One of my best team members will head the team.” I paused, my fingers curling into fists beneath the desk as her face—her face—flashed through my mind for

ISABELLE’S POVI slowly stood up, my bump pushing me slightly forward as I made my way to my bedroom. Each step felt heavier than the last. My room was directly opposite Matthew’s. Yes… We’re roommates. I guess that’s the right word for it.I met him the night I arrived here — shattered, heartbroken, barely holding myself together. All I knew was that I wanted to live close to the beach. I didn’t even understand why. Maybe I thought the ocean could swallow my pain the way it swallowed everything else.I was sitting near the open water with nothing but a small suitcase and a heart too broken to carry. The waves were loud, but not loud enough to drown the sound of my own thoughts. That was when he came to me. He asked why I was crying. I still don’t know what made me talk to him. Maybe it was desperation. Maybe it was loneliness. Maybe I just needed someone — anyone — in that moment.But since that night, he has been a very good friend to me.Tiredly, I slipped out of the big jeans I ha

ISABELLE’S POVMy eyelids opened slowly. I struggled to push my body to the side of the bed as I tried to make myself comfortable. My breaths were heavy but steady. I rubbed my eyes and just lay there. The energy to lift myself from the bed wasn’t there.“Isabelle.”I heard Matthew’s voice and turned my head toward the door. He peeked his head in before opening the door wider and entering my room.“Good morning,” I murmured, turning my face away from him. I really wasn’t in the mood this morning, and my brain kept replaying the way he acted yesterday.“Are you having difficulty standing up again?” he asked, but I ignored him. I could feel him getting closer to me.“I’m sorry I overreacted yesterday. I shouldn’t have acted that way toward you.” He paused. “Please don’t be mad at me.”I breathed out and turned to him. “I can’t be mad at you. You’ve been supporting me ever since I met you, so I kind of understand how you feel. But that doesn’t mean you should just overreact or snap at me

ISABELLE’S POVWhat my heart had loudly cursed and sworn it hated was standing right in front of me again. For months, I told myself I despised him. I cursed every beat of my heart that still reacted to the mere sound of his name.But the truth was crueler than the lie I kept repeating to myself.My heart never hated Adrian.What I hated was what he did. The words he threw at me. The way he rejected our child like it meant nothing. My mind despised him for that, my pride despised him for that… but my heart?My heart was still the foolish thing beating painfully in my chest.Another punch landed on Matthew’s face, jerking me violently out of my thoughts. “STOP. I SAID STOP IT!”My voice tore out of my throat, rising higher than I intended, my whole body trembling as the sound echoed across the garden.Adrian paused.His hands were still tightly gripping Matthew’s collar, his knuckles white with tension. Matthew had blood running from his nose, while Adrian only had a little blood at t

ISABELLE’S POVHe didn’t flinch. His eyes burned with quiet fire. “Then I’ll wait. I don’t care how long it takes. I’ll wait as long as I have to. Because no one else… no one else matters but you, Isabelle.”His eyes darkened, and the warmth in his voice hardened into something sharper. “Isabelle… I need you to promise me something.”I blinked, heart thudding. “What is it?”“Never speak to him again,” Matthew said, his jaw tight, every muscle in his body taut with control and warning. “Adrian… he’s chaos. He’s dangerous. And I won’t let him hurt you—or this baby—again.”I froze. My throat went dry. I wanted to argue, to tell him that he had no right to control who I spoke to, that Adrian was still part of my life, whether he liked it or not. But the way Matthew’s eyes bore into mine—I felt the weight of it all press down on me.“I… I can’t just… erase him, Matthew,” I whispered. My fingers clenched tighter over my bump. “He’s… part of my life. Part of this baby’s life, too.”Matthew s