Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bound by a Billion Dollar Marriage: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

She lifted her sleep mask and squinted at the AC panel and her eye twitched.Eighty-six degrees. That's not a room temperature, that's a threat.She glanced sideways at the man beside her."COUGH cough cough COUGH!" Isla's irritation snapped instantly into pure panic when she caught sight of a very toned, very bare chest.He TOOK HIS SHIRT OFF."Are you INSANE?!" Isla nearly vaulted off the mattress, every hair on her body standing straight up.She spun away, curling into a tight ball, eyes screwed shut, trying to erase the image.Not that it worked. All she could think about was that lean, cut, distractingly toned frame."How do you just casually decide to sleep SHIRTLESS?!" Isla managed, once her heart rate came down enough to actually complain.She stayed curled up, face flaming red, lashes fluttering rapid-fire from sheer nerves.Beside her, Grayson shifted slightly, voice coming from behind, low and unbothered. "Men don't usually sleep fully dressed. Did you not know that?"Isla

"Lock down the entire hospital. Find her, alive, now." Grayson's voice cut cold through the chaos."Yes, sir!"Bianca had been scanning the dark for Grayson's silhouette, and the second she spotted him, her interest sharpened instantly.She glanced toward where Marcus had disappeared, then gestured for Richard to wheel her over."Mr. Vale, worried about Isla? Don't be she just went off with Marcus that way. Looked like they had something important to discuss." Bianca coughed convincingly as she approached, face artfully streaked with soot, delivering the line with practiced sweetness.The words landed light but to Grayson, they carried an entirely different weight.She's still pulling this.Grayson turned in the direction Bianca had pointed and set off immediately, disregarding the risk of pursuing spread fire.Bianca prodded Richard forward, and he hurried her along, keeping pace with Grayson's rapid stride."Mr. Vale, Isla was just catching up with an old friend, that's all. Please

Marcus flinched at the sudden outburst. He slid into the driver's seat immediately, glancing back. "Sir, should we swing by to pick up the young mistress along the way...?""Drive," Grayson said flatly, expression stormy.Marcus, thoroughly confused but too wary to push it, obeyed without another word.The car pulled out of the hospital and stopped at the first red light, and Marcus took the opportunity to relay what he'd learned.Grayson sat in the back, legs crossed, radiating cold authority even in silence, his sharp features half-shadowed, eyes carrying an unmistakable danger."Sir, preliminary findings say the fire started with a patient sneaking a cigarette in a storage room downstairs. Terminal illness, apparently didn't care about the rules. But the cigarette pack itself is unaccounted for, it didn't belong to any registered patient.""I don't think this was random. Could be Vale family business, could be Mu Zunlong. If it's the family, Julian's still at risk. If it's Mu Zunlo

Isla flinched, snatching the pillow protectively to her chest, whatever bravado she'd worked up moments ago evaporating on the spot.She curled around it, shoulders hunched, a nervous sweat prickling along her hairline. In an instant she'd collapsed from would-be assailant to trembling quail."No... I just wanted to hug my pillow," Isla mumbled, refusing to abandon the excuse entirely.Grayson finally cracked his eyes open, studying the small, guilty figure beside him.A hand settled at her waist, unhurried, and Isla squeezed her eyes shut, biting her lip, freezing in place, too tense to breathe. "It's morning," she managed after a beat. "What do we do?"She didn't dare imagine the fallout. A house full of staff, and Grayson Vale having spent the whole night in her room, every small sound now felt like the prelude to disaster. She half expected the real Grayson to send men bursting through the door any second, dragging her off to something unspeakable.He'd take the blame for none of

Isla stood beside Grayson, choking down the sandwich with tears pricking at her eyes. Objectively loaded with good ingredients, it tasted like cardboard.Meanwhile, the Great Demon King made his own breakfast, no sandwich, just fried egg, bacon, and a small fruit and vegetable plate pulled from the fridge.Healthy. Balanced. Zero ham involved.Isla stood beside him like a scolded schoolkid forced to eat her punishment lunch in silence, chewing resentfully through the sandwich he'd shoved into her hands."Mr. Vale, you cook too? Is there anything you can't do?" Isla mumbled around a mouthful of bread.Clearly fishing for an argument, but not brave enough to start one outright, passive digs would have to do.Grayson turned his head slightly, something unreadable and deep flickering behind his eyes.Isla felt her stomach lurch under that look.Her chewing stalled mid-motion, like a squirrel caught mid-nibble. She blinked up at him, wary.Did I say something wrong again?Grayson paused, s