All Chapters of The billionaire who never wanted a bride : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The city at night was a living thing.It breathed in lights and exhaled darkness.Isabella sat in the back seat of Alexander’s car, staring out the window as the streets blurred past. Every building looked the same now. Every shadow felt like a threat. Her fingers were clenched around the hospital bracelet, the plastic biting into her skin as if trying to remind her that this was real.Her mother was gone.Not missing.Taken.Alexander drove in silence, his focus sharp, his jaw set so tightly Isabella wondered if it might crack. The calm he wore was not peace. It was restraint. The kind that came just before something violent broke loose.“They want the map,” Isabella said quietly.Alexander did not look at her. “They think they do.”She turned toward him. “You are still hiding things.”His grip tightened on the steering wheel. “I am trying to keep you alive.”“That is not the same as telling me the truth.”The car slowed as they reached a red light. The city hummed around them, unawa

The city lights flickered beneath the heavy clouds, casting long shadows across streets still slick with the remnants of yesterday’s rain. From the penthouse, Isabella could see the pulse of Manhattan below busy, unknowing, alive while she felt as though the world had shifted irreversibly under her feet. Every second was a countdown, every shadow a threat, every heartbeat a warning. She had barely slept. Her mind was restless, replaying every image from last night the warehouse, the gunfire, her mother’s terrified face, Alexander’s unwavering presence. Even now, she could still feel the ache in her muscles from the blast, the sting of fear, and the cold wash of adrenaline that refused to fade. Alexander entered the room quietly, closing the door behind him. No words, just a glance. The exhaustion in his gray eyes mirrored her own, yet the set of his jaw, the tightness in his posture, spoke of relentless resolve. “We leave in an hour,” he said, breaking the silence. She turned to

The morning was deceptively calm. The city beneath them shimmered with the quiet glow of streetlights fading under the rising sun, but calm was a lie. Isabella’s mind raced faster than the cars below, faster than the clock on the penthouse wall. Every second since the night at the warehouse had left her heart pounding and her thoughts tangled in fear and uncertainty. Alexander moved silently across the room, phone in hand, eyes scanning a series of images that made Isabella’s stomach twist. Her mother was still missing, her life hanging by a thread. And now, every step they took seemed to draw them closer to something far more dangerous than they had ever imagined. “Are you sure about this?” Isabella asked, her voice trembling but sharp. Alexander didn’t look up. “It’s the only way to find her before it’s too late.” She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “And if we walk into a trap?” He finally turned, gray eyes locked on hers. “Then we walk into it together. There is

Darkness did not feel empty. It felt crowded. Isabella could not see more than a few inches in front of her, yet she felt watched from every direction. The air was thick with dust and the sharp scent of gunpowder. Somewhere close, metal creaked. Somewhere farther away, someone was breathing too fast. Her fingers tightened around Alexander’s hand. “I’m here,” he whispered. “Do not let go.” She nodded even though he could not see her. Her heart was beating so loudly she was afraid it would give them away. The shadowy voice from moments earlier still echoed in her head. The countdown has begun. A faint emergency light flickered on above them, casting the warehouse in a dim red glow. Shapes emerged from the darkness. Fallen crates. Broken glass. Bodies moving slowly on the floor. And at the far end of the warehouse, a figure stood completely still. The man stepped forward. He was tall, composed, dressed in a dark tailored coat that did not belong in a place like this. His face w

The sea was restless that morning. Waves crashed against the rocks with a violence that felt personal, as if the ocean itself was angry at the lies that had survived for so long. Isabella stood frozen at the edge of the sand, her fingers locked tightly around her father’s hand, afraid that if she loosened her grip even slightly, he would disappear again. He was real. Warm. Breathing. Alive. Everything inside her struggled to catch up with that truth. “I watched you grow from a distance,” her father said softly. His voice trembled, worn by years of silence. “Every birthday. Every exhibition. Every interview where they mentioned your name. I wanted to run to you so many times.” Isabella shook her head, tears spilling freely now. “Why did you not?” “Because staying dead was the only way to keep you alive,” he replied. Her chest tightened painfully. “They told me you died because you knew too much.” He nodded. “That part was true.” Alexander stood a few steps away, watching the