All Chapters of MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE STRANGER : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Isabella’s POV…..I was still staring at him trying to understand why he has the same cap I had seen in the footage.I didn’t give myself time to overthink it.If I did, I’d talk myself out of it—convince myself I was imagining things, reading too meaning into things. I walked straight up to Sebastian before I could chicken out.He was standing near the edge of the resort lawn, his phone in hand and the ocean breeze tugging at his shirt. When he noticed me approaching, his brows lifted slightly in question.“Isabella,” he said easily. “Enjoying Miami?”My gaze dropped to his head again, I was still looking at the cap.My chest tightened.“That cap, it's nice,” I said suddenly “Where did you get it?”Sebastian blinked once, then he smiled at me.“This?” He adjusted it casually. “ I recently. Picked it up in Europe. Why?”My pulse thudded. “Recently… as in when?”“Couple weeks ago,” he shrugged. “Why? You collecting fashion notes now?”I searched his face, hoping—ridiculously—that so

Isabella’s POV……The ocean was too calm for the storm inside my heart.I stood near the terrace overlooking the resort gardens,my fingers wrapped tightly around my phone, staring at nothing. The breeze lifted my hair, andbut I felt cold. Exposed. Like something ugly was crawling just beneath my skin, waiting for the right moment to surface.My phone rang in my hand.I didn’t need to look at the screen to know who it was.Mum.I answered anyway.“Isabella,” she said immediately, her voice tight and clipped. “Have you thought about what you and your father discussed?”I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.Of course she didn’t bother with pleasantries or didn't even care to know how her only daughter was doing.“I’m on a trip,” I said quietly. “Can this wait?”“No,” she snapped. “It can’t everything is collapsing.”My shoulders stiffened. “What do you mean collapsing?”There was a pause. Then her tone softened slightly not in kindness, but calculation.“Your father didn’t tell you ev

Rafael’s POV…..The ocean didn’t care that I was unraveling.It kept moving steady, endless waves crashing against the shore like nothing in the world could disrupt their rhythm. I stood barefoot in the sand, my hands shoved deep into my pockets, staring at the horizon as if it might give me answers.It didn’t.Behind me, Julian dropped onto one of the lounge chairs, beer already in his hand. He’d been quiet since we left the resort, which meant he was waiting for me to either explode or talk.I hated that he knew me that well.“I don’t usually punch people in public,” I muttered.Julian snorted. “You don’t usually care this much either.”I clenched my jaw.The wind off the water was strong and waves were crashing into each other.It reminded me of nights I tried to forget Isabella.It reminded me of control. Of silence. Of never letting anyone get close enough to matter so much to me.And yet—here I was.I am pissed and unraveled. Standing on a beach because I couldn’t breathe in a

Isabella's pov…."We should stop" had slipped from my lips like a half-hearted protest, but my body betrayed me, pressing closer to Rafael's body, I couldn't deny the tension and everything else.My fingers twisted into his shirt and I kissed him again, not slowly but hungrily like I didn't want all this to be an imagination. It was hungry now, laced with the desperation we'd both been holding back all night. His hands slid up my back, under my top, his palms rough against my skin, sending shivers racing down my spine.He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark and intense, searching mine for any sign of hesitation. "Isabella," he murmured, his voice low and ragged. "Tell me what you want."You, I thought, all of you but saying it aloud felt too vulnerable, too raw after everything. Instead, I tugged at his shirt, lifting it over his head in one swift motion. His chest was bare now, his muscles taut under my fingertips as I traced the lines of his abs, feeling the heat

Isabella’s POV…..I woke up to the smell of coffee.For a moment, I didn’t open my eyes.I just lay there, still, wrapped in warmth and soft sheets, trying to remember where I was—and more importantly, what had happened last night.Me and Rafael had sex and it was amazing.My eyes fluttered open slowly, and sunlight poured in through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold. And then I saw him.Rafael stood near the bed, his sleeves rolled up and his dark hair slightly messy like he’d run his fingers through it too many times. He looked… relaxed.“Good morning,” he said in a low voice.I blinked at him.“Why are you smiling like that?”His lips twitched. “Am I not allowed to smile in my own room?”“You don’t smile,” I muttered, pushing myself up slightly.“That’s offensive.”“That’s accurate.”He huffed a quiet laugh, then walked toward me—and that’s when I noticed the tray in his hands.My brows furrowed.“Wait… is that—”“Breakfast,” he said simply, placing the tray gently on m