All Chapters of DISARMED--- A BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE NOVEL: Chapter 101 - Chapter 105

ADRIAN’S POV.I felt like a needle was twisting deep inside my chest. My heart hammered loudly against my ribs, each beat painful and heavy.I didn’t even know how many hours I had been kneeling there, staring at her window, hoping—praying—that she would open it for me.I know I fucked up.What I did can never be erased in this lifetime. But shit… I’m sorry. I have never felt this remorseful about anything before.I had never felt my heart twist in such cruel pain, and the worst part was that I couldn’t stop it. My body stayed frozen in place, like it was waiting for the only medicine that could heal it.Her.The cameras clicking around me didn’t make me flinch. I didn’t move at all.“Adrian. Man, get up.”Steve’s voice sounded like a whisper in my ears. Around me, the murmuring crowd grew louder, mixed with the endless clicking of cameras.He had to hit my shoulder three damn times before I snapped out of the trance.I slowly lifted my head and looked at him. His eyes were filled wit

ISABELLE’S POVMatthew’s jaw tightened, and he shook his head, pacing the sitting room like a caged animal. His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides, and every step he took made the floor feel smaller, the walls closer.Guilt flashed across my eyes, and I nodded slowly, my chest tightening as if my ribs were being squeezed. He shook his head, pacing the sitting room like a predator circling its prey. The floorboards groaned under his heavy steps, each one echoing like a warning.“You need to divorce him!” he growled, and my body jerked backward, my hands trembling as though I’d been physically struck.“I can’t!” I shot back, my eyes widening, heart hammering against my chest. My pulse pounded in my ears, drowning out every other sound.He laughed, a low, harsh sound that made my stomach twist, hands deep in his pockets. “You can’t divorce him, and you don’t want him… what sort of a fucking confused woman are you?!”“Don’t you dare insult me!” I pointed at him, chest heaving, swe

ISABELLE’S POVMy chest tightened as I slammed the door in his face. My eyes burned, but I refused to cry.My fingers stayed wrapped around the door handle, frozen. I tried to pull them away, but something inside me screamed to open the door again… to let him in.I let go so suddenly it felt like the handle had burned my skin.When I turned, Matthew was staring at me, shaking his head slowly, his hands planted on his waist.“I’m so sorry that happened,” I said quietly, even though a part of me felt I didn’t need to apologize at all. Matthew had been violent toward me lately, and deep down… a small, bitter part of me hoped he had gotten a taste of his own medicine.He scoffed. “You’re sorry? Shit.”I shook my head and started walking toward my room. I was too exhausted—too stressed—to exchange another round of curse words with him.Before I could take two steps, his hand shot out and gripped my arm painfully.“Don’t you dare walk away from me, Isabelle,” he sneered, his jaw tightening.