All Chapters of DISARMED--- A BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE NOVEL: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

ADRIAN’S POVThe room felt wrong the moment Isabelle left. Too fucking quiet and heavy. It felt like I was in a fucking dream, maybe my brain is creating an illusion.Helena stood a few feet away from me, wiping her tears with trembling fingers, her shoulders still shaking like she might break apart if I looked at her too hard. I dragged a hand down my face and exhaled slowly.“Sit down,” I said.She hesitated, then lowered herself onto the chair opposite me. Her eyes never left my face.“Six years,” I muttered, more to myself than to her. “Six years, Helena.”She flinched at my tone. “I didn’t choose that.”“Then start explaining,” I said, leaning my palms on the table. “Because nothing about this makes sense.”She swallowed. “I already told you. I fell into the lake. A fisherman found me. I was barely alive.”“Where?” I asked immediately. Something about this felt so weird.Her brows knit together. “A small town. I don’t remember the name.”“You don’t remember the name of the town y

ISABELLE'S POVHelena stood near the bed, wrapped in nothing but a towel, her hair damp, her skin glowing as she belonged there. Like she had always belonged there.She looked beautiful—her dark brown hair, her brown doe eyes. I wondered, for a second too long, if I was more beautiful than her. I tore my gaze away and looked around the room, forcing the comparison out of my head.Adrian was not in the room.Something dark twisted in my stomach. Anger and hunger blended, fogging my mind. I just needed her out of the room—and out of my towel.“Drop the towel,” I said coldly.She turned slowly, her eyes meeting mine in the mirror first, then she faced me fully. A slow smile crept onto her lips.I took a step forward, but my stomach rolled violently all of a sudden.I turned away just in time, gripping the doorframe as nausea surged up my throat. I swallowed hard, breathing through my nose, refusing to give her anything. She didn’t need to know that I was pregnant. I wondered what she wou

ISABELLE’S POVAfter the incident with Miranda and Helena, I left the dining room and went upstairs to grab my bag. I needed to head to the boutique, but I felt too weak to do anything.Aside from the constant ache twisting around my stomach, the baby pressing and kicking more than usual, the situation itself was draining me. Helena and Daniel are two of the most important people in Adrian’s life, and they are both manipulating him.Sometimes I wonder if they work hand in hand. The way it unfolds feels too calculated and too precise. It’s like they study his weakest point—his blind trust in them, and press on it until he bends.I keep asking myself what Helena might be willing to do to reclaim her place. But that shouldn’t even be my concern. Why did she disappear in the first place? Why fake her own death only to return later claiming amnesia? None of it sits right with me. It feels staged. Rehearsed. That means there’s more to this—something buried deeper than what she’s showing.I

ADRIAN’S POVBeing tied between the past and the present is fucking torture. Like standing in the middle of two fires and knowing one of them is going to burn you alive, no matter which way you run.I sat there, hands clenched tightly on my thighs, feeling my pulse hammering inside my skull. Choose who to hurt. Choose who to protect. Fuck, why does it always have to be me making these choices?I used to think that if the universe gave me Helena back, I would be the happiest man alive. I used to replay that fantasy in my head like some fucking prayer I kept repeating.But now?Shit.A part of me wishes she had never come back.Because what I have with Isabelle feels… different. Warm. Real in a way I didn’t know I was allowed to have. With Isabelle, I feel cared for without having to earn it, without having to constantly owe someone something I can never fully repay.And I hate that I’m about to destroy that.I don’t want to lose her.But I’m fucking torn between my past and my present

ADRIAN'S POV“FUCK,” I muttered, eyes snapping open. My head throbbed violently, like someone had been fucking hammering inside my skull all night. The taste of whiskey still clung to my mouth, bitter and dry.I pushed myself up slowly from the bed, squinting around the room.Guestroom.“Fuck. How the hell did I end up here?” I muttered under my breath, dragging a hand through my messy hair.“FUCK! You are his blood. Your father took my only child away from me.”“You never loved me?! I thought your actions meant you loved me.”“I only married you to cause revenge, but I don’t see the fucking need to stay with you when I can’t even finish what I started.”“FUCK YOU, ADRIAN! You deserve every fucking thing that happened to you.”“Hmmn. I do?! Tell me, Isabelle. Is that why you opened your legs wide to fucking get pregnant for me? You want to take Helena’s fucking place?”My chest tightened so hard it almost hurt to breathe.“Shit. Shit. Shit.”I scrambled out of the bed, legs slightly u