Todos los capítulos de MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE STRANGER : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Isabella’s POV……The sunlight was burning into my eyes, I woke up slowly, blinking at the bright light spilling through the curtains. I went into the bathroom had a quick shower, got dressed for work and walked downstairs Rafael was sitting by the counter, taking a sip of dark coffee. He looked at me “Morning” I said softly “Sleep well?“ He asks“Yeah” I opened the fridge and took out an apple “You ready for work?“ “Yes” Hilda came in immediately and started making breakfast She finished in record time and handed my plate to me, I gobbled the omelettes immediately I could feel Rafael watching me “What?“ I asked him “Are you done, so I can take you to the office”“You want us to come together in the same car?“ “Yes?“ He repliedI lifted a brow. “I have my own car, Rafael.”“I’m aware.”“Then why—”“It was an offer, Isabella. Not an order .”I crossed my arms. “You don’t need to play chauffeur. I’m capable of getting to work without supervision.”The

Isabella’s POV…..The dress stared at me from the bed like a challenge.Soft ivory silk, backless, thin straps that looked delicate but expensive. The fabric shimmered faintly under the lights, catching gold undertones every time I moved. It wasn’t flashy. It wasn’t dramatic.It was worse than that.It was elegant. The dress was beautiful and I had to wrs rit for the photoshoot, when you grow in my world, you get used to being used for the public attention, especially as a lady. I always wondered how my life would have turned out if my parents weren't this wealthy and respectable.I exhaled slowly and stepped into it.The silk slid over my skin coolly. The mirror reflected someone I almost didn’t recognize — my hair was swept back into loose waves, subtle makeup that made my eyes look brighter and my lips softer. I looked… Beautiful The door behind me clicked softly.“You look ravishing as always”His voice.It made my stomach flutter in ways I was still getting used to.I didn’

Rafael’s POV…. Something was wrong. I felt it before anyone said anything. A subtle shift in the air, like the moment before a storm breaks. The photographer lowered his camera, frowning. “Where’s Isabella?” I scanned the room immediately. Stylists hovered near garment racks. Assistants whispered over clipboards. Clarisse stood near the lighting rig, her arms crossed and her expression carefully neutral. No Isabella. “She stepped out,” Clarisse said lightly, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “Said she couldn’t do this anymore. That everything felt… forced.” The room froze. “What?” the director asked sharply. “She can’t just leave. We’re on schedule. We’re—” Panic erupted instantly. People began talking over one another. Someone called her name. Someone else checked their phone. An assistant jogged toward the hallway. I wasn’t listening to any of them. My eyes were on Clarisse. She watched the chaos with far too much calm. I crossed the room

Isabella’s POV….The morning sunlight filtered lazily through my bedroom curtains, and for the first time in days, I didn’t wake up to a blaring phone, a ringing alarm.I pulled on a casual blouse and jeans, tossing my hair into a messy ponytail. Today, I didn’t have to deal with court marriages, photo shoots, or Clarisse’s chaos. Today was mine. And Vivienne had promised a “full-day distraction,” which sounded suspiciously like trouble, but the kind of trouble that made me laugh until my cheeks hurt. I left a note on the table for Rafael and drove to her house.By the time I arrived at Vivienne’s apartment, I already felt lighter. Her door swung open before I could knock, revealing her wearing an oversized hoodie, leopard-print leggings, and she was holding a tub of ice creamVivienne was the foodie among us.“Isabella Monroe!” she shouted, pulling me into a bear hug that nearly knocked the wind out of me. “You’re here! Finally! I was beginning to think you were going to stay tra

Isabella's pov…….They were two things I hated the most.Number one was attending my dad's socialite events and being forced to dress up and look all dolled up. And two was being the only child of my parents and not being allowed to be whatever I wanted to be.I looked in the mirror, my curly hair was packed in a bun, letting some strands fall,and my make-up was applied minimally.I wore a fitted cream dress that hugged my waist and fell just below my knees.I looked elgant and poised. I grabbed my black heels and put it on, looking at myself one final time. Just then I heard a knock and the door opened I thought it was Hilda , but I felt someone behind me and I looked ag the mirror, it was Rafael. He was wearing a black tailored suit, without a tie and his hair was neatly arranged, he looked so handsome.If only he wasnt such an asshole He brought out a necklace and put it around my neck My breathe hitched “Remember Mr Ashford no touching” I snapped He only chuckled