Semua Bab DISARMED--- A BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE NOVEL: Bab 111 - Bab 119

HELENA’S POV.“What?!” I gasped as the information sank into my head, the phone slipping from my hands. Isabelle gave birth to fucking triplets.I bit my inner cheeks so hard I could taste blood in my mouth. The sound of footsteps came from outside the room, moving closer. I didn’t even need to turn to know it was Daniel.“What happened?!” His irritating voice filled the room. “I heard something fall. Are you okay?!”“Did you just fucking ask me that?!” I snapped, turning sharply towards him.He nodded slowly, confusion written all over his face.“Look at the fucking situation we are in because of you,” I yelled, waving my hands around the penthouse.“What the fuck is wrong with this penthouse?!” He frowned. “I spent a fortune getting this place for you.”A sarcastic laugh escaped my lips. “You think this place is enough for me?!” I sneered, walking closer to him. “This shit is cheap compared to what I deserve.”His jaw tightened, but I didn’t give a fuck.“We’ve been hiding in Hawaii

ISABELLE’S POV. Tears rolled down my cheeks the moment I heard the door click shut. I opened my eyes slowly, staring straight at the door. I heard everything he said to me. I watched him break down right beside me.All this while, I had hated him. I had cursed him from the depths of my heart because of how badly he hurt me. But my heart never forgot him, no matter how much I tried to pretend my life was going fine without him.More tears streamed down my face as my mind replayed the part where he said the child Helena claimed was his wasn’t even his and that she had been sleeping with Daniel.Oh my goodness.I wonder how shattered his heart must have been, yet he still came after me instead of trying to heal first. My chest tightened with guilt as I realized I never truly put myself in his shoes.If I were in his position, maybe I would have been confused too. Maybe I would’ve chosen Helena out of obligation, because of the memories and the child I thought was mine. But I don’t think

ADRIAN’S POV.“He’s in the waiting room,” Steve said as he spotted me.I nodded my head, but my legs refused to move. I had promised Isabelle I would get these fuckers and every betrayal out of our lives and our children’s lives.But shit, it feels like a horrible dream—having to show that stupid ex-friend how bad my rage and anger can be. He did all those shits to me, and I took him like a brother.“How is Isabelle?!” Steve asked, cutting through my thoughts.“Fine. I have Mira, her friend, with her.” I replied, my eyes still locked on the direction I was supposed to move, but my legs felt frozen against the floor. I had assigned my best security member to the ICU with my kids. I had the hospital arrange a private ICU for them, where their long-time and most trusted nurses would attend to my children.Hell, I still can’t believe Daniel would go to these lengths just to see me down. But jokes on him—I’m Adrian Blake, and I can never be brought down by anybody.He fooled me. I would ap

ISABELLE’S POV.I opened my mouth to speak, but stopped as the tension in the air shifted. She stepped closer again, leaning her face toward mine.“I had to kill your miserable mother to take her out of the picture,” she sneered.My jaw dropped, my eyes widening slightly as my gaze hardened into a glare. “How dare you, Helen?!” I screamed, trying to lunge at her, but the ropes around my wrists pulled me back, cutting my movement short.She flinched, stepping back in fear, and Jack came up behind me, pressing his hands hard on my shoulders. His grip dug into my skin, holding me in place. My chest rose and fell sharply with rage as I stared at her, like I was trying to burn through her with my eyes.Then a sob broke out of me.I couldn’t hold it in.“Why… why would you do that to her?!” I stuttered, my voice cracking through my tears.“Oh, please. Stop with those crocodile tears,” Helen smirked, looking down at me.My chest felt like it was being crushed. “She did nothing to you, Helen…

ISABELLE’S POV. FIVE YEARS LATER“Ariaaaaaa!” I yelled, my fingers pressed hard against my temples as Aria yanked the dining tablecloth down.Plates and dishes came crashing to the floor with a loud clatter.She stood there, hazel eyes bright and wide, staring back at me like she couldn’t understand what she had just done.I moved toward her, but she turned and ran around the table, her little feet pattering across the tiles, stepping over broken pieces as if nothing happened.“Oh goodness,” I heard the chef mutter behind me as I chased after her.Aria darted into the living room. I followed quickly, but even with my longer legs, I could barely keep up. She was so small, yet full of energy—too much like her father.I stopped abruptly as she bumped into Anthony, nearly knocking into Alexander as she pushed past them.“Aria, come back here and apologize!” I shouted.But she only giggled, running toward the stairs like it was a game.“Mum, Aria hurt me again,” Alexander complained, frow