All Chapters of MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE STRANGER : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Rafael’s POVDivorcing Isabella was the hardest thing I had ever done and unfortunately it also turned me into a psychopath.Not the murdering kind but the stalking kind which honestly wasn’t much better.If Julian ever wrote a biography about me, I was absolutely certain there would be an entire chapter titled:Rafael Ashford: Billionaire Stalker Because for the past few weeks, that was exactly what I had become. I followed her everywhere.But in my defense people were literally trying to kill her, so technically, I was being protective.Julian disagreed.“You’re sick,” he informed me one afternoon while we sat in my car outside the Monroe building.I didn’t look away from the entrance.“I’m being cautious.”“You watched her eat salad for forty minutes yesterday.”“She looked stressed.”“She was chewing.”“She stress chews.”Julian stared at me for a long second.“You need therapy.”I ignored him.Because at that exact moment, Isabella stepped out of the building.And suddenly the e

Isabella’s POVMy entire body shook against Rafael’s chest and his arm tightened around me instantly.“I’ve got you,” he repeated quietly.I clutched his shirt harder as I struggled to breathe, his lungs burned from running in heels and my ankle throbbed painfully.But none of that mattered because somewhere outside the alley someone was hunting me.Rafael pulled me deeper into the dark corridor between buildings carefully, it smelled like rain and concrete.His breathing was still uneven from running and mine was worse.“Look at me,” he said softly.I did.“Are you hurt?” he asked quickly scanning my body in one assessing swoop.I shook my head weakly.“My ankle maybe.”His jaw tightened.“You shouldn’t have worn those shoes.”I blinked at him incredulously.”what should u have done then?” He got to his knees and took of the painful heels and rubbed small circles on my legs and I let out s small groan of relief His body went rigid and I was about to make a snarky comment when he loo

Rafael’s POVMonths Earlier“The killer is watching her.”Julian’s words sat heavily in the room.I leaned back in my chair slowly, my whiskey untouched in my hand as rain battered the windows of my office.“You’re sure?”Julian nodded once.“The messages started before the gala incident. Before Sebastian’s scandal exploded.” He slid several printed photographs across the desk. “Whoever this is I think they’re patient.”I looked down at the photos, they were so many photos of Isabella leaving work and entering restaurants.My chest tightened violently.“She has a stalker.”“She has someone obsessed with her,” Julian corrected. “Different thing entirely.”My jaw clenched.“We need to find them.”“I’m trying.” Julian sat across from me quietly then finally said the thing I didn’t want to hear.“They’re not going to expose themselves while she’s protected.”I took a drink of my whiskey i already knew where this was going.“No.”Julian sighed.“It’s the only option.”“No.”“We make them b

Isabella’s pov We went downstairs to eat so Hilda wouldn’t barge into the room.Hilda made a dish of Mac and cheese and roast chicken.I was finally done eating and i stood up to clear a plate, but his hand shot out, his fingers wrapping firmly around my wrist. “Leave it.”His voice was low, rough, laced with command. Heat pooled instantly between my thighs. I turned to face him, my dress clinging to my curves, the hem riding high on my thighs from sitting so long. Rafael rose from his chair like a predator, all broad shoulders and restrained power in his tailored black shirt, his sleeves were rolled up “Rafael” I breathed, but he was already on me.He spun me around and bent me forward over the heavy dining table in one smooth motion. “Hilda may see us” I gritted out “She can watch” he rasped back My palms slapped against the polished wood as my breasts pressed flat against the cool surface. A sharp gasp escaped me when he kicked my feet wider apart, forcing my legs open.His fi

Aurora’s POVThe first time I saw Julian Hawthorne, I decided immediately that I hated him which should’ve been my first warning.Because every bad decision in my life had started with intense hatred. The gala dinner was suffocating.Too many rich people and too many fake smiles.Too many women pretending they didn’t starve themselves for the dress they were currently squeezing into.Including me.I stood near the balcony doors with a champagne flute in my hand, trying not to murder anyone.Inside the ballroom, violins played softly while investors laughed too loudly at Rafael Ashford’s jokes which was strange because the only thing he said were one word things.Bella looked beautiful that night too and I loved it for her. That alone made the whole event tolerable.I took another sip of champagne and leaned against the balcony railing.The night air cooled my skin instantly.Then a male voice spoke behind me.“You look like you’re planning to commit suicide”I didn’t turn immediately b