Semua Bab I Left My Billionaire Groom At The Altar &Married His Enemy : Bab 1 - Bab 9

**Isabella's POV** I stared at the stranger across the booth like he’d just offered to sell me the Brooklyn Bridge. “Destroy him with you?” I repeated, voice hoarse from running and screaming and pure rage. “What is this, a Marvel movie? Who even are you?” He didn’t answer right away. He just leaned back, unbuttoned his soaked coat with slow, deliberate fingers, and let the silence stretch until it felt like foreplay. Rainwater slid down his throat and disappeared under the crisp white shirt clinging to his chest. Lord have mercy. The man was built like punishment. And he smelled… God, he smelled expensive. Like cedar, smoke, and bad decisions I suddenly wanted to make. I narrowed my eyes. “If you’re a reporter, I swear, He lifted one dark brow. “Do I look like I chase stories, princess?” The barista (purple hair, her name tag reading “KAYLA ”) slid two shot glasses between us without being asked. Tequila. Top-shelf. The good stuff that costs more than my monthly r

**Isabella's POV** I had officially moved in with Lucian, and the penthouse felt like a palace built for secrets. Three floors, matte-black marble, smoked glass, and windows so tall the city looked like a toy set beneath us. Everything smelled like Lucian: cedar, smoke, and something darker I couldn’t name. There were no family photos, no books with cracked spines, no cozy throw blankets. Just sharp edges and shadows that moved when you weren’t looking. My “guest room” was bigger than my old apartment. Walk-in closet already stocked with clothes in my exact size (tags still on, all black, white, or blood-red). Creepy? Yes. Convenient? Also yes. Day one of pretending to be Lucian Voss’s girlfriend started with him handing me a black Amex and the words, “Buy something that makes Alexander want to gouge his eyes out.” I saluted. “On it, boss.” He caught my wrist before I could leave, thumb pressing against my pulse. “Tonight we’re photographed leaving Per Se together. Wear t

**Lucian's POV** I stared at Isabella, expecting her to open the black box, because I figured she's very inquisitive. Instead, she turned around, her face almost touching mine, and said, "Before I open that box, I've got a lot of questions." I opened my arms as if I expected her to search me. "You're free to ask, but your questions have boundaries. I may not answer all of them." She raised an eyebrow. "Why?" I leaned back in my chair, steepling my fingers together. "Because a few days ago, you were the fiancée of my enemy, and there's a high possibility that you still love him and can turn around to help him anytime, any day." Her expression turned chilly, and she took a step back. "So, you don't trust me?" I shook my head. "That's not the issue. The issue is that I don't know you well enough to trust you with sensitive information. You're still a stranger to me, Isabella." She bristled at that. "A stranger? I've moved in with you, agreed to help you destroy your rival, and you

**Isabella's POV** I took a sip of my coffee, feeling the warm liquid slide down my throat. Lucian and I were sitting at a small table by the window, enjoying a rare moment of peace after a chaotic day at work. Kayla, our friend and barista, had offered us free drinks, but Lucian had politely declined, insisting on paying. "Thanks, Kayla, but we've got this," Lucian said with a little smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Kayla beamed and patted Lucian on the back. "You're a lifesaver, Lucian. I'll make sure to put it on the house." As Kayla walked away, I turned to Lucian and asked, "So, what's your story? You always seem so...mysterious." Lucian raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. "After you," he said, his voice low and smooth. "ugh...you always do this " I groaned at him He was quiet, still staring at me. That's not new I took another sip of my coffee, feeling a little self-conscious. "Okay...well, I'm from a middle-class family. My parents are nice,no