All Chapters of The billionaire who never wanted a bride : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The hospital smelled of antiseptic and quiet despair. Isabella Hart stood outside Room 317, her palm pressed against the cold glass, watching the steady rise and fall of her mother’s chest. Tubes and wires framed the frail woman on the bed, machines blinking and beeping like reminders that time was running out. Every sound felt too loud. Every second felt borrowed. “Miss Hart.” Isabella turned. The nurse stood beside her, clipboard tucked to her chest, eyes gentle but tired. She had delivered this look before. Isabella could tell. “The payment deadline was yesterday,” the nurse said softly. “The billing department needs confirmation by noon.” Isabella nodded, even though her throat burned. “I understand,” she whispered. The nurse hesitated, then added, “I’m sorry.” When the nurse walked away, Isabella let her forehead rest against the glass. The numbers replayed in her mind, sharp and merciless. $18,472.63. Her bank balance was sixty-four dollars. Sixty-four. She steppe

City Hall smelled faintly of old paper and polished wood.Isabella stood in a narrow waiting room, staring at her reflection in the mirror bolted to the wall. The woman looking back at her felt unfamiliar. Her hair had been styled by someone she’d met only an hour ago. Her makeup was soft, deliberate, meant to suggest warmth without intimacy. The ivory dress fit perfectly, too perfectly, hugging a body that felt like it belonged to someone else.She touched the fabric at her waist, grounding herself.Six months later, she reminded herself. Just six months.Outside, rain lashed against the tall windows, streaking the glass like tears the city refused to shed. The weather felt appropriate. This wasn’t a celebration. It was a transaction.The door opened quietly.Alexander stepped inside.He wore a dark suit, immaculately tailored, his expression controlled as ever. But when his eyes met hers, something shifted. Just for a second. A flicker of surprise. Or regret.“You’re ready,” he said

The silence after the gunfire was worse than the noise itself.It pressed in on Isabella’s ears until all she could hear was her own breathing ragged, uneven, terrified. Glass crunched beneath Alexander’s shoes as he slowly lifted his head, scanning the shattered windows, the dark city beyond.“Stay down,” he said quietly.She didn’t argue. Her body refused to move.Somewhere far below, sirens wailed louder now, echoing between buildings. The sound felt unreal, like something happening in another life.Alexander reached for his phone, fingers moving fast, controlled. “This is Voss,” he said when the call connected. “Penthouse breach. Four shots minimum. West-facing windows. I want a full sweep now.”He ended the call and finally looked at her.Blood streaked down his temple.Her heart stuttered. “You’re hurt.”“It’s nothing.”“You’re bleeding.”“I said it’s nothing.”His voice softened when he saw her hands shaking uncontrollably. He crouched in front of her, placing his hands over he

Morning arrived quietly, as if the city itself was exhausted from the violence of the night before. The rain had stopped, leaving Manhattan washed and gleaming, but inside the penthouse, nothing felt clean.Isabella sat on the edge of the guest room bed, hands clasped tightly in her lap. She had not slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw shadows moving through rain, heard gunfire tearing the night apart, felt fear gripping her chest until breathing became difficult.The room still smelled faintly of antiseptic and cold air. Security had swept through hours earlier, checking every corner, every window, every entrance. They had left behind silence and questions no one was eager to answer.The door opened softly.Alexander stepped inside.He was not wearing a suit. No sharp lines. No polished armor. Just a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and exhaustion written plainly across his face. He looked different this way. Older. Humans. And somehow more dangerous because of it.“Y

The hospital lights were too bright.They burned Isabella’s eyes as the car screeched to a halt at the emergency entrance, the sound of sirens still echoing behind them. Alexander was already out of the vehicle before the engine fully died, gripping her hand as if letting go might make her disappear.Everything smelled like antiseptic and fear.“They said Saint Mary’s,” Isabella whispered, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it might crack her ribs. “This is where my mother comes for her checkups.”Alexander’s face was rigid, unreadable. “Which is exactly why they chose it.”Security guards glanced their way as they moved quickly through the sliding doors, but one look at Alexander’s expression made no one dare to stop them. Phones were already ringing. Doctors and nurses rushed past, unaware that a war was unfolding in their hallways.Alexander pressed his phone to his ear. “Lock the building down quietly. No alarms. No panic. If they hear chaos, she dies.”He ended the call and