Todos los capítulos de Married To My Ex's Ruthless Father: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Isabella’s povThe first thing I felt was pain.Then voices bleeding through the fog—clinical and urgent, layered over each other like a bad radio signal.“Her vitals are stable.”“Move her carefully.”“She is pregnant. Be gentle.”I tried to open my eyes, but my body felt weighted down, as if the world had turned to concrete around me. Someone was holding my hand. The touch was familiar, warm in a way that made my chest tighten. I recognized it before I could place the person.“Bella…”That voice. Ethan.My eyes snapped open to fluorescent lights and the steady beeping of machines. White walls. The sterile smell of a hospital. Ethan sat beside my bed like he’d been waiting there for hours, maybe longer, his expression caught between relief and something darker I couldn’t quite name.“What are you doing here?” I whispered, my throat dry as paper.He leaned forward immediately, all concern. “You fainted.”“I figured that out.” My voice came out sharper than I intended. “Why do you care

Isabella’s POVThe footsteps came closer, and my heart pounded hard. Gabriel immediately stepped in front of my bed while the security guards moved toward the door. For a second, nobody spoke. Then a nurse walked inside carrying a tablet, and everyone froze.The nurse looked confused. “Is everything okay?”I let out a slow breath. “Yes.”The guards exchanged embarrassed looks while Gabriel rubbed his forehead. “Wonderful. We are all losing our minds.”The nurse handed me the tablet. “A woman left this for you downstairs.”My stomach tightened. “Who?”“She didn’t say.”The moment the door closed, Gabriel took the tablet from my hands. “Let me see it first.”“Gabriel—”“No arguments.”He powered it on carefully, and a video file immediately appeared on the screen. No name. No sender. Just one video. Gabriel frowned. “That is not suspicious at all.”“Play it.”He hesitated, then pressed the screen. The video started dark and shaky, recorded from far away. I frowned at the blurred images

Isabella's POVThe silence after the call was unbearable. I stood there frozen, unable to move, unable to think. My mother. That sentence kept repeating in my head over and over, like a broken record I couldn't stop.Damien was the first to speak, his voice sharp and final. "No. That is not true.""Agreed," Gabriel added quickly.But I couldn't move. I felt like the floor had disappeared beneath me, leaving me suspended in something thick and airless. "Say something," Damien said, stepping closer and looking directly at me. I tried to respond, but my throat felt dry, my tongue heavy in my mouth. "I… I don't understand."My mother died when I was sixteen. A car accident. That's what I was told. That's what I'd believed. Always.Damien stepped closer, and when I finally met his eyes, his expression softened slightly. "Someone is trying to break you," he said.I shook my head, the words tumbling out. "But why my mother?"Gabriel answered carefully, his voice measured. "Because they want

Damien’s POVThe room went completely dark. Every monitor died. Every light disappeared. For a second, nobody moved, and then Isabella’s hand found mine. I held it immediately.“Stay close to me.”The intercom crackled again. “Hello, Isabella Hart.” The unfamiliar voice sounded calm. Too calm.Gabriel stepped forward. “Who the hell is that?”No answer came. The voice simply continued. “We finally found you.”Richard looked around the room, and for the first time since arriving, he seemed uneasy. Interesting. Very interesting.“What is this?” Ethan demanded.The voice laughed softly. “A family reunion.”Security rushed in carrying flashlights, their beams cutting through the darkness. One landed on Isabella, another on me, another on Richard. The voice returned. “There you are.”My instincts sharpened immediately. Whoever this was, they wanted Isabella. Not me. Not Blackwood Holdings. Her. I pulled her closer.“You are staying behind me.”She looked up at me. “What is happening?”“I do

Isabella’s POVThe cemetery suddenly felt too cold.A strong wind moved through the trees, making the branches sway above us. The evening sky had darkened, and the flashing police lights painted everything in shades of red and blue.I stared at the television screen on the detective’s phone.Still Alive.The words refused to leave my mind.My mother’s name was there.Right beside Clara Blackwood’s.My hands started trembling.“This has to be a mistake.”Nobody answered.I looked at Damien.He looked just as shocked as I felt.For once, the powerful billionaire had no answers.Gabriel cleared his throat.“We need to be careful.”“Careful?” I asked.My voice rose slightly.“My mother is apparently alive.”“I know.”“And Clara might be alive too.”“I know.”I pointed toward the screen.“Then how am I supposed to stay calm?”Gabriel sighed heavily.“You are not.”For a moment, nobody spoke.The air felt thick around us.Then Damien took my hand.His grip was warm and steady.“We will find