All Chapters of DISARMED--- A BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE NOVEL: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ISABELLE’S POVI removed my bra and tossed it so I could be comfortable. My stomach was still full from all the pastries, and I kicked off my sandals, letting myself sink further into the cushions. I stared at my phone for a moment, wondering what to do next… then a grin spread across my face.Time to update the girls.I FaceTimed the group chat, and as soon as it connected, Mira’s face lit up the screen. “Isabelle! You’re in Paris! Are you two making babies yet?!”I laughed, hiding my face in my hands. “Mira! Stop it!” I whispered, but couldn’t stop the blush creeping up my cheeks.Helen joined next, her burqa perfectly framing her face. I noticed her lashes—so dramatic it looked like she’d applied a mountain of mascara. She squinted her eyes at me like she was already judging.I held up my phone so they could see me clearly. “I came on a private jet,” I said, grinning. “And Adrian took me for breakfast this morning. We had all these amazing pastries…”I paused, scrolling through my

ISABELLE’S POVI lay flat on the bed, the cool sheets brushing against my skin as I exhaled slowly. The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the city outside and the faint clink of glass as Adrian set it aside.The mattress dipped behind me.I felt him there before he touched me, his presence warm and familiar. His hands hovered for a second, like he was asking permission without words.Then his palms settled on my shoulders.I gasped softly.His touch was firm but careful, thumbs pressing into the knots I didn’t even realize I’d been carrying. A quiet sigh slipped from my lips as tension melted beneath his hands. He worked slowly, deliberately, as if he had nowhere else to be, as if time had finally agreed to wait for us.“You’re holding so much here,” he murmured, fingers kneading gently along my shoulders.“I didn’t know,” I whispered, my cheek turning into the pillow.His hands moved lower, tracing the line of my spine, grounding me. Each stroke sent warmth spreading through m

ADRIAN’S POV“You haven’t checked the tea I made,” I half-shouted like a complete fucking idiot.I’d spent almost an hour that morning researching what tea would help with muscle soreness. Apparently, chamomile was the best option—it helps relax muscles. Do I know if she even likes chamomile? No. Do I know why the hell it matters so much? Also no.Yet there I was, standing like a dumbass, watching her sip it.She closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. “This is so good, Adrian. Where did you learn to do this?”Her praise hit harder than it should have. My shoulders relaxed, the tension I didn’t even know I was carrying finally loosening. Fuck. This girl had way too much power over me. I just wanted her happy—always.“I, uh… searched what could help relax your muscles,” I said, scratching the back of my head. “Found chamomile. Watched some YouTube videos on how to make it. Had the staff bring the tea bags so I could brew them myself.”I sounded ridiculous. I knew it.She smiled, cheeks war

ISABELLE’S POVI walked around my boutique slowly, checking to be sure everything was in place. The opening was tomorrow. I’d already posted a vlog about it and created the business page; everything was finally coming together.Adrian and I left Paris two days ago. He’d had an emergency meeting and a few things to handle. I’d been sad about it, but he promised to take me to Bali after my boutique opened, when he was finally free.The past two days had still been beautiful. Adrian, his mother, and I lived like a small, happy family. It felt warm. Real. His mother even said he smiled a lot now—that she’d never seen him smile this much, not even when he was a baby.I noticed Adrian tried not to touch me too much, like he was afraid of hurting me. I wasn’t sore anymore, but he didn’t believe me. He insisted it took me a week to recover fully. It was sweet and a little funny. I didn’t know how to convince him otherwise, so I decided to wait it out.“I think everything is in order, Isabelle

ISABELLE’S POVDinner was almost done when my phone buzzed. Just a small vibration against the table, barely noticeable. I almost ignored it, afraid it would disturb the peace I was feeling in that moment.Adrian sat across from me, relaxed, his sleeves rolled up, watching me eat like it mattered to him. It was so peaceful I wanted the moment to stretch on forever, to keep eating all day and let him watch.I reached for my phone anyway.“Hello?”There was a long pause on the other end. “Is this Mrs. Blake?” the man finally asked.“Yes, this is she.” I cleared my throat, glancing at Adrian.“This is mall security.”My fingers tightened around the phone. My brain raced, a hundred reasons flashing through my mind as to why mall security would be calling me.“There was a fire earlier this evening,” he continued carefully. “It’s been contained now, but… your boutique was affected.”For a second, I didn’t understand what he meant.Affected how?“Excuse me?” I whispered. My heart hammered so