All Chapters of The billionaire who never wanted a bride : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The hospital lights were too bright.They revealed everything. Fear could not hide here. Lies had nowhere to cling. The white walls reflected reality back at Isabella with cruel clarity.Her mother was gone.The bed in Room 917 stood untouched, perfectly arranged as if no one had ever lain there. No medical equipment. No personal items. No trace of warmth. It was as if the room itself had been erased.Isabella stood frozen at the doorway, her heart pounding so loudly she was certain Alexander could hear it.“She was here,” Isabella whispered. “I saw her chart. I spoke to the nurse.”Alexander stepped inside, his expression controlled but sharp. He scanned the room quickly, checking corners, windows, even the ceiling.“This was planned,” he said quietly. “They wanted us to find this room empty.”Isabella clenched her fists. “They are playing with us.”“Yes,” Alexander replied. “And they are very confident.”Her phone vibrated.She did not want to look. She already knew.Unknown number.

The hospital smelled like antiseptic and unfinished prayers.Isabella had been sitting in the same chair for hours, her back stiff, her fingers numb, her eyes locked on the red light above the emergency theater. Every time it flickered, her heart jumped. Every time it stayed solid, her chest tightened harder.Alexander stood a few steps away, arms folded, jaw locked, watching the corridor like a man expecting war to break out again at any second. His jacket was stained with blood. Not all of it was his.Neither of them had spoken much since they arrived.The sound of hurried footsteps echoed down the hall. A doctor approached, removing his gloves slowly, carefully, as if the air itself might break if he moved too fast.Isabella stood before he even spoke.“He’s alive,” the doctor said. “For now.”Her knees nearly gave way. Alexander reached out without thinking, steadying her.“But,” the doctor continued, his tone heavy, “the bullet caused severe internal bleeding. We stopped the wors

The room felt smaller with every breath Isabella took.Machines hummed softly around her father, steady and cruel in their calm. The sound mocked the storm raging inside her chest. Victor Hale stood near the window, hands clasped behind his back, looking less like a villain and more like a man waiting for applause.Isabella did not give it to him.She stepped closer to the bed and brushed her fingers against her father’s hand. It was warm. Alive. That single fact was the only thing keeping her legs from giving out beneath her.“You always had a dramatic sense of timing,” Hale said without turning. “Even as a child.”Isabella stiffened. “You watched me.”“Of course,” he replied. “Your family has always been interesting.”Her jaw tightened. “You mean useful.”He turned then, eyes sharp and assessing. “Same thing, depending on perspective.”She straightened, forcing her voice steady. “You said you wanted to talk. Start talking.”Hale smiled faintly and gestured to a chair. “Sit.”“I will

The doors slammed shut.Isabella stood frozen as the stretcher disappeared down the corridor, her father’s terrified eyes burned into her memory. His mouth moved as if trying to say her name, but no sound reached her.Victor Hale did not rush.He never rushed.He adjusted his cufflinks calmly, as if the hospital had not just descended into controlled chaos. Around them, alarms blared in distant wings, footsteps echoed and shouted commands bounced off walls. But here, in this pocket of space, there was only Hale’s steady breathing and Isabella’s breaking heart.“You look surprised,” Hale said mildly. “I warned you I would not lose again.”Her legs trembled. “You were arrested.”“Temporarily inconvenienced,” he corrected. “Paperwork is flexible when you own the pen.”Her hands clenched. “Where is Alexander?”Hale smiled wider. “Ah. You noticed his absence.”That smile made her stomach twist.“What did you do to him,” she demanded.“I offered him a choice,” Hale replied. “Much like the o

The night stretched endlessly, as though dawn had decided to abandon the world entirely. She sat on the edge of the bed, hands clasped tightly together, staring at the faint crack of light beneath the door. Every second dragged like a burden she could feel in her bones.Morning meant consequences.She replayed his words again and again in her head. By the time the sun rises, everything changes.The room felt colder with each passing minute. Not because of the air, but because of the decision waiting for her. A decision with no safe ending.She stood and paced slowly, barefoot against the cold floor. The walls seemed closer now, the silence louder. She tried to calm herself, tried to think logically, but logic had no place here. This was not about right or wrong. It was about survival.A soft knock came at the door.Her heart leapt painfully. She froze, breath caught halfway.The knock came again, firmer this time.“Yes?” she called, hating how small her voice sounded.The door opened