All Chapters of Twisted Obsession: My Billionaire Husband Regrets Losing Me: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ISABELLA'S POV The hotel room feels sterile and cold compared to the penthouse I left behind it feels smaller with each passing day. I sit on the edge of the bed with my white mug clutched in both hands, staring at the plain wall. Three days have passed since I walked out, yet my heart and body still aches with the memory of Ethan ... the delicious soreness between my thighs, the faint bruises on my hips from his grip, the sensitivity of my breasts where he sucked and bit so relentlessly.I close my eyes and the memories flood back to me uninvited. His stubble scraping my inner thighs as he devoured my pussy on the kitchen island until I squirted on his tongue. The thick, veined length of his fat cock stretching me open on the couch, pounding me so deep I felt him in my womb. The way he fucked my tits, sliding between them while I licked the leaking head. The shower where he held me against the tiles and fucked me while standing, even the water mixing with our sweat and cum. The slow

ISABELLA'S POVThree years have passed since I left the country, yet some mornings I still wake with the ghost of Ethan’s touch on my skin. London shaped me into someone stronger ... a respected Financial Analyst whose work on debt restructuring platforms has earned recognition in fintech circles. My startup grew steadily, providing real help to families trapped in cycles of debt, the very trap that once forced me into a two-year contract marriage to save my father.But life has a way of pulling you back.My father is terribly sick now. The doctors are not optimistic. Combined with my growing desire to be closer to Sofia and the few friends who remained loyal, I made the decision. I packed up our life in London and brought my twins home to the United States.Liam and Lila are two years and three months old now ... very energetic, curious, and the center of my world. Liam has his father’s dark hair and intense eyes. Lila has my smile but the same stubborn chin as Ethan. They are my gre

ISABELLA’S POVThe morning of my investor meeting feels heavier than I expected. This is an investment that will either make or break my stay here. I dress carefully in my tailored navy pantsuit, while pulling my hair into a sleek professional style. The twins are with the nanny I employed for the afternoon, safe and happy at home. I review my notes one last time in the car ... from my financial projections, startup milestones, to the impact metrics. This meeting could be a major breakthrough for my debt-relief platform, providing the capital and network I need to scale faster than I could alone.I arrive at the upscale conference venue with ten minutes to spare. Entering into the private meeting room, I can immediately see the elegant design of the room, in the room is a long polished table, sitting there you are blessed with the city views through the windows. I take my seat, my heart steady, while mentally preparing for the meeting.Then the door opens again, Iook up to see who the

ISABELLA’S POV My heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat. The sting of the slap still burns across my palm. His hot, demanding kiss lingers on my lips feels far too familiar. For one dangerous second, I almost melted into him, giving him every power over my body...over me. That is the part that terrifies me the most. I grip the steering wheel tightly and force myself to breathe. I will not cry. I will not fall apart. Not for him. Not again. The drive home is a blur of traffic and racing thoughts. Every time I close my eyes, I see the look on his face just before I hit him, the hunger, the regret, the stubborn determination. He had no right to kiss me like that. He had no right to pull me back into that fire after three years of silence and pride. When I finally park in front of the house, I sit still for a moment, collecting myself and my already feeble diginity. Then I open the door and step inside. “Mommy!” Lila’s high-pitched squeal is the first thing I hear. She

ETHAN’S POV The morning after the club, I leave Isabella’s house as promised, but the unease stays with me. Something is wrong. The way she looked when she opened the door, ... she is angry, yes, but she is also panicking... keeps replaying in my head. It is like she is hiding something. I call the head of my security the moment I get into the car. “I want discreet eyes on the house. Round the clock. Do not contact them. Just observe. I want to know who comes and goes, and if anything unusual appears.” The order is given. Within hours, the surveillance is put in place. Julian meets me for lunch later that day. The moment he sees my face, he starts laughing. “You look like a man who got exactly what he wanted and still managed to fuck it up,” he says, dropping into the seat across from me. “She ran again, didn’t she?” I don’t answer. Julian leans forward, grinning. “You’re watching the house now, aren’t you? Good. Stop giving her space. Your pride already cost you three years. K