Semua Bab DISARMED--- A BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE NOVEL: Bab 21 - Bab 30

ISABELLE’S POVI need help. I need help. I badly need helpppp. I can’t breathe. The butterflies in my stomach are becoming too much. My face is so red—like a tomato. Maybe even redder than a tomato right now.Adrian drove in a sleek black car, with one of his hands on my bare thigh—bare thigh. His fingers were directly brushing my skin, my skinnnn. It was doing plenty of things to me, and I was going crazy down there.His fingers brushed my thigh as he drove. I kept my eyes locked on that spot, knowing he could see the effect he had on me, and it was so embarrassing.He suddenly halted the car. I looked outside and saw a black, shining ice cream truck, its menu glowing with artisanal flavors. He rolled down the window and said something to the young man in the truck.I couldn’t hear what he was saying because I was staring at his face. I kept looking at his pointed nose, his wide lips that actually looked small from the side. He suddenly turned and locked his gaze with me.I froze, st

ISABELLE’S POV“Are you trying to say Mr. Blake is completely wrong?!” another reporter asked after what felt like hours of silence.“No, I’m just trying to say that Vee could have been set up, too. I don’t believe she could do that to me,” I said softly, turning my gaze to Adrian. He stared straight ahead, his fist clenched, anger clearly written all over his face.A reporter stood up to ask another question, but Adrian’s voice cut everyone short. “We have already addressed this matter, and we won’t be commenting further.”Most of the reporters continued shouting questions, which Adrian ignored. He stood up, glanced at me sharply, and I took it as a sign to rise from my chair. We walked out of the hallway and into an elevator. He took us to a different floor, one that only had about three offices. I guessed it was reserved for his most important employees.He opened one of the doors and pulled me inside, slamming me against it. I winced at the suddenness of his action.“Why are you

ISABELLE’S POV I intertwined my hands under the table as I waited for Vee—sorry, Victoria—to come out and meet me in the waiting area. I still couldn’t get over the fact that she had manipulated me all this time, paying someone to hurt me, all because of the hate she carried toward me.I needed to understand why she hated me so much. Was it because of the tea that accidentally spilled on her dress the first day I met her at the tea shop where I worked? I could pay for her dress now—the money Adrian had given me was still in my hands. I had called Miranda before coming here, and she had agreed that we could meet at a restaurant.I let out a long sigh as memories of that first encounter with Victoria replayed in my mind. If someone had told me back then that the brother of the woman whose dress I had stained with tea would one day be marrying me—and that he would even be involved in locking her up because of me, I would have laughed out loud.“What are you even doing here?!” Her sharp

Daniel’s POVI hate being placed in this situation. I never thought in my whole life that I would have to sit and let a stupid little girl—someone I hoped Adrian would pour all his anger on—lead me on a whole fucking project.I was still trying my best to figure out a plan to bring her down, to make Adrian so angry that he would pour all that rage on her. I need him to be angry at all times because it makes him disoriented, it makes him lose focus. Then I would be able to steal some shares and pull his company down the drain, leaving him miserable and fucking broke.Then, all of a sudden, she is leading me on a project. If this project goes well, it will make the company a billion richer, and that would make it a whole lot harder to pull it down. Everything is just happening so fast, and I’m losing my shit.The bitch dared to make me sit for an hour, waiting for her to come into the office. I had to mock her, to teach her her place, and let her know she is not supposed to be here, but

ADRIAN’S POVI leaned against the doorframe, my hands in my pockets, staring at Isabelle as she arranged her clothes in the closet. She had gone shopping, and she looked very different. That was weird—so unlike her. She didn’t even give me any attention in the living room. Since we had that minor argument, I hadn’t spoken to her. Mostly because I don’t fucking know what to say to her. I hated the fact that she had to get sex toys. I hated that she found something to pleasure herself when I badly wanted to do it.She turned her head to look at me, locking eyes with mine, and I froze. I don’t know what power her beautiful hazel eyes possess that makes me freeze on the spot like this.She turned back and continued what she was doing, acting like I wasn’t there at all. Fuck.She was really ignoring me. She wanted to make a big deal out of the little argument we had. I was fucking trying here. I was stuck between torturing her and accepting her. It wasn’t my fault that her father killed m