Lahat ng Kabanata ng I Left My Billionaire Groom At The Altar &Married His Enemy : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

**Isabella’s POV** I zipped up the last suitcase and flopped onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. Lucian had insisted I stay home today—“Pack, relax, get your head in the Maldives game,” he’d said with that half-smirk that made my stomach flip. He and the team were finalizing flight details at the office, leaving me alone in the penthouse with his “brother” Davis, who was currently napping in the guest room after demolishing two cups of coffee. Davis. God, the man was a walking contradiction. Tall, sun-tanned, with that easy Italian lilt in his accent that turned every sentence into something almost musical. He still looked like he’d stepped off a fishing boat—slightly windswept hair, with his sleeves rolled up like he was ready to haul nets at any second. But the way he told stories? I’d laughed more in the last hour than I had in weeks. I grabbed my phone, scrolled to my playlist, and hit play on an old upbeat pop song—one my parents and I had screamed at the top of our lungs on

**Isabella’s POV** Chloe’s voice still lingered in my ears like stale cologne -sweet, cloying, impossible to ignore. “You sure you’re not jumping from one billionaire to another a little fast?” I turned back to her, forcing my face into something that might pass for polite if you squinted. “You know what, Chloe? I’m not interested in rehashing ancient history with someone who helped write the worst chapter. So thanks for the menu advice, but I’ve got it from here.” Her smile twitched, just a fraction. “Touchy. I was only—” “Being helpful?” I finished, voice sugar-coated and sharp. “Yeah, I’ve seen your version of helpful. It usually ends with someone else’s fiancé in your bed. Hard pass.” A couple of nearby diners glanced over. Chloe’s cheeks turned pinked. Good. I lifted my chin. “Enjoy the summit. Try not to sleep with anyone I know this time.” Then I walked away before she could fire back, my heart hammering against my ribs like it wanted out. I didn’t stop until I’

**Lucian’s POV** The conference hall was a glittering battlefield—crystal chandeliers overhead, rows of sleek tables, each company’s banner glowing on massive screens. Twelve teams, all hungry for the same billion-dollar partnership. I sat front row with my five, arms crossed, watching the third presentation drone on about “synergistic blockchain paradigms.” Their slides were decent, but predictable. Ours? Lethal. My gaze kept drifting to Isabella. She sat two seats down, legs crossed, tablet balanced on her knee, taking notes with that focused little crease between her brows. She looked incredible—white blazer over a silk camisole, with her hair swept up, exposing the delicate line of her neck. Professional. Untouchable. Except I knew exactly how touchable she was. Ever since that night she came back crying over Alexander and Chloe, I’d pulled back. Hard. This morning was weirdly casual; polite nods, rehearsals were strictly business, touches limited to accidental brushes when p

**Lucian’s POV** The Q&A hall felt different without her. Same crystal lights, same long tables, same judges in their navy suits with notepads poised like weapons. But the air was heavier, the energy off-balance. Our slot was first...lucky draw or curse, depending on how you looked at it. I took the podium, opened strong. “Gentlemen, ladies, thank you for the engaging questions yesterday. Let’s dive deeper into scalability.” Tom handled the technical curveballs smoothly, Sarah nailed the financial projections, Lena demolished a skepticism about integration timelines. I jumped in where needed; deflecting, redirecting, charming when necessary. We were good. Objectively good. But every time I glanced at the empty chair where Isabella should have been sitting, I felt the gap. Her absence was a missing note in a song everyone pretended not to notice. She had that way of phrasing answers—clear, warm, disarming, that made even the toughest judge lean forward. Without her, our respons

**Lucian’s POV** The final presentation day dawned too bright, too calm...like the ocean was mocking us with its perfect turquoise sparkle while everything inside me felt like broken glass. Today wasn’t the end. Results wouldn’t drop until Friday—two full days of waiting, speculating, second-guessing. But today was the last chance to throw everything we had at the judges. One shot to make them remember Voss Enterprises when they deliberated. We met in the breakout room at seven sharp. No one had slept much. Dark circles very evident on our eyes, too much coffee, the kind of wired silence that comes before battle. Lena broke it first. “We do this for Isabella.” Tom nodded, jaw tight. “She carried us through prep. We carry her now.” Sarah slammed her laptop shut. “Let’s make Knight Corp look like amateurs.” I looked around at them—my team, exhausted but fierce. “We channel everything into this room. Every ounce of frustration, every heartbeat we’ve got left. We don’t just present