All Chapters of DISARMED--- A BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE NOVEL: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ADRIAN’S POVI pinched myself again, trying to fucking concentrate on this board meeting, but the image of isabelle, sitting barely covered, just a fucking red bra and thong kept messing with my head. Shit.It is always the fucking innocent ones that makes you lose your shit, i nearly fucked the hell out of her yesterday. Damn she was so smoking hot. I replayed the way she stood up tracing her hips, Fuck. Her hair was held high in a ponytail, and she was all red, all I could see was red. Damn I shook my head as I tried to shake the image replaying on my head. My cock twitched, as the image of her lowering between my legs without breaking eye contact played in my head again. I bit my lower lip, and ran my hands through my hair.“What do you think about this, sir?!.” One of the board members asked, staring at me. I looked up and realized every single fucking eye in the room was on me, most of them clearly questioning my sanity.“Hm… present it again,” I said flatly.He frowned, glanced

ISABELLE’S POV.The drive to the airport was very silent, Adrian was making different phone calls and kept checking his emails, I swiped through tiktok throughout the drive. His hands were on my thigh giving me a gentle squeeze, I grinned and clenched my legs anytime he did that.The car rolled through a private gate at the airport, stopping beside a sleek jet waiting inside its hangar. My jaw dropped, I kept staring at it with widened eyes.“Come on.” Adrian squeezed my thigh and got down from the car. I stopped walking the moment I saw it.My eyes widened as I stared at the sleek jet waiting on the tarmac, its white body gleaming under the lights. For a second, I genuinely thought I had misunderstood something.“This… this isn’t the airport terminal,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.I turned to Adrian slowly, my heart pounding. “I thought we were taking a normal plane,” I said, almost embarrassed by how small my voice sounded. “Like… with other people.”He watched my reaction

ISABELLE’S POVIt has been two days since we arrived in Singapore, and in those two days, I have barely seen Adrian.He leaves before the sun fully wakes, his kisses rushed, his phone already pressed to his ear, and he returns long after the city lights have claimed the night, always tired and distracted with work. Even when he is physically beside me, his mind is somewhere else, always speaking to his secretary about scheduling meetings and signing some documents. My mind went back to when Helen spoke during my FaceTime and how he reacted. His jaw tightens, his voice turns brittle, and for a moment, he is unreachable. I see the trauma he still carries; he needs time, and I understand. I will support him to get through his trauma.Knowing he would be unavailable, Adrian hired a tour guide to keep me company—to show me Singapore while he worked. I loved him even more when he did this. It showed that he still cared for me even when he was busy; it was so thoughtful of him. My tour gui

ISABELLE POVI took a sip of my iced coffee. It was kind of hot in here. I watched Mira trying to put the last bag on the shelf. A week had passed since we returned, and my life felt like it had been put on fast-forward.I stepped back from the counter and looked around the boutique, my arms folded loosely over my chest. The racks stood neatly arranged, fabrics falling in soft colors, accessories placed just right. Random goods filled the shelves—little things I’d picked carefully, things that felt like me. It was finally coming together. Tho Mira and Helen have been a great help to me, especially Mira.I let out a slow breath, brushing my palms against my thighs as if grounding myself. This place was mine. Something I had done, my own ideas. And somehow, every time I turned around, Adrian had been there quietly making things easier without stealing the credit.He’d been… different since Singapore. He is sweeter and more attentive in ways that didn’t feel forced. He remembered the sma

ISABELLE’S POVThe wedding had a small reception, and it was beautiful. I didn’t stay until the end—I was too tired. Adrian and I would leave for our honeymoon the next day, and I needed to rest while also packing.I didn’t want it to be like our Singapore trip—I barely had enough dresses for all the places we visited. So I asked Adrian if I could rest upstairs, and he let me. I waved goodbye to Mira, who promised to call me every day, before walking me to my room.Removing my wedding jumpsuit was a battle. It took me thirty minutes, and I was internally fuming at myself for not asking Mira to help before she left. Finally free, I wiped the makeup off my face and washed gently, my skin tingling from the cool water.I trudged to the closet and pulled out three suitcases. I needed outfits for every place we were going, and my brain spun with combinations. Sundresses, skimpy gowns, three pairs of jeans, silky shirts—I shoved them all into the first suitcase. My body was screaming at me t