All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Discarded Bride : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Bella POVAfter a few days of thinking and talking with Sebastian on the phone, I finally felt ready. Sebastien had been calling me every evening for the past week. Our first conversations were short and a bit awkward, but as the days passed, we talked for longer. He told me about his life in France, his daily routines, and how he spent his evenings. He never pushed me for answers, and he never demanded to see me again he just listened to my voice.One night, he stayed on the phone with me for an hour just listening to me talk about my business. He sounded genuinely interested in everything I had built. Hearing the soft, steady tone of his voice every night made something shift inside me. He was really trying. He was earning my trust, piece by piece, through those nightly phone calls.But before I could make a final decision about letting him meet my son, I needed to talk to Caleb. Caleb was my rock, and his opinion meant everything to me.We sat in our living room after Tom had gon

Bella POVOn a Tuesday morning, a firm knock sounded at my door."Who is it?" I called out, glancing up from my work."Lena," her voice came through the door."Come in," I said.The door swung open, and Lena walked into my office. She did not say a word. She just laid a printed stack of papers on my desk.I looked down at the pages. Normally, Lena sent everything by email. When she brought paper directly to my desk, it meant the news was serious."What is this?" I asked, pulling the papers toward me."Media monitoring from the last ten days," Lena said, crossing her arms. "Social media posts, gossip columns, and business news in Europe. Someone is talking about you, Bella."I read through the pages twice. The prose was simple but dangerous. No one used my name. No one made direct accusations that we could sue over. Instead, it was a quiet stream of hints. One article from a Paris business summit mentioned an unnamed source asking about a new person in Sebastien Marchetti's life. Anot

Bella pov On Wednesday morning, a firm knock sounded at my office door. I glanced up from my laptop as Lena walked inside. She did not say a word. She just marched straight to my desk and laid a printed summary down in front of me."What do we have here?" I asked, pulling the papers closer."Our media monitoring system flagged something once again an hour ago," Lena said, crossing her arms. "A freelance business writer based in Germany has been digging around. He is circling the Marchetti Group, Hart Industries, and he specifically searched the name Elaine Voss within a forty-eight-hour window."My chest tightened at the sound of my mother's name. I read through the flagged materials twice. It took me less than two minutes to understand exactly what Richard and Margret were attempting."They are trying to claim your birth background makes the Hart Industries takeover illegal," Lena explained, pointing at a highlighted paragraph. "He wants to publish a story saying you were never a re

Caleb POV Lena walked into my office on a Thursday morning, and she did not look happy. She dropped a heavy folder right next to my coffee cup. "Is this the final security report on the kitchen breach from Tuesday?" I asked, looking up from my laptop. My chest still felt tight just thinking about how close that trespasser had gotten to Bella. "It's much worse than a simple trespass report, Caleb," Lena said, pulling up a chair and sitting down. "This is a full intelligence file on the man we had arrested. His name is Marcus Webb. I have actually been tracking his digital footprint." I pulled the folder toward me, stunned. "Marcus Webb? The freelance writer? He wrote a couple of competent pieces about Bella back in the early Hart Worldwide years. What does he have to do with Tuesday?" "He is the man from Tuesday," Lena said, her face completely serious. "And his professional interest has curdled into something entirely different over the past months. After the guards handed him ov

Caleb pov The call came on Friday at 10pm. I didn't even check the caller ID; I just grabbed the phone off the nightstand."Caleb, we have a catastrophic failure," Lena's voice was tight, stripped of all its usual corporate calm.I sat up instantly, throwing the covers off my legs. I glanced over at Bella, who was still asleep beside me. "What happened? Is it Webb?""He's out," Lena said flatly. "The local police department botched the county jail transport an hour ago. Route 9 State Highway. Webb faked a seizure in the back of the cage. The transport van pulled over on the shoulder, and when the guard opened the door to check on him, Webb exploded.""He's a middle-aged journalist, Lena!" I hissed, keeping my voice down as I stepped out into the hallway, pacing frantically. "How does he overpower an armed guard?""He didn't need to be a mastermind, Caleb, he just needed to be frantic," Lena replied, the sound of her keyboard clicking rapidly over the line. "He ripped a heavy tactical