All Chapters of LOVING THE WRONG BRIDE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Isabella's POVI spent my whole life believing that when Adrian and I finally met again, he would call me his wife.That was the promise. That was supposed to be our story.But the story changed into something I never saw coming.What bothers me most about Adrian is that he never asks questions. He doesn't wait to hear the truth. And even when he does listen, he only believes whatever version reaches him first. He assumes. He never digs deeper. That's what scares me about him.We made that promise as children, the day his parents came to take him away from his grandfather, Ryan. Since then, every day of my life has circled back to one question: where can I see Adrian again? Those grey eyes. That face I refused to forget.Some nights, I'd climb into bed and hug my pillow like it could replace him. It happened more times than I'd admit to anyone.Then came the gala night in Manhattan.I went with my sister, Scarlett, who was in the middle of a messy breakup with her ex, Marcus Vane. He

Isabella's POV"You don't even know what happened, and you're standing here holding onto me like this?" I snapped, twisting against his grip. "Let me go!"That's when the security men stepped out of the doorway. Mark Donald moved between us, calm and immovable."Mr. Ashford." His voice cut through the tension. "She's not the one you should be shouting at. She's the one who found her sister and called for help.""You need to investigate this properly before accusing her.""Is she your fiancée?" Mark asked, glancing at me."Yes."Adrian's eyes didn't leave mine, even as his jaw ticked with the effort of holding himself back. He didn't apologize. He didn't soften. He just turned, sharp and cold, and stalked toward the operating room doors like he could force them open through sheer will alone.I watched him go and felt something crack quietly in my chest.He hadn't asked if I was okay. He hadn't noticed the blood on my hands, or the way I was still shaking, or that I'd been the one scr

Isabella's POVI was lying down around eight that night when a knock hit my door. I wasn't expecting anyone.Who could it be at this hour?I sat up on the bed. The knock came again, harder this time.I got up and opened the door slowly.Adrian stood there with several of his security men behind him."Adrian, you shouldn't be here like this—""I've decided." He pushed past me into the apartment. I backed away instinctively, my heart slamming against my ribs. "I've decided what will happen," he said."What are you talking about?"He reached into his jacket and pulled out a folded piece of paper, tossing it onto my counter like it weighed nothing. My hands shook as I unfolded it, and it took a moment for the words to make sense.A marriage license. My name. His name. Already signed."No." I looked up at him, certain I'd misread it. "Adrian, what is this?""You're going to marry me.""Have you lost your mind?" The words came out sharper than I meant them to, but I was past caring. "You

Isabella's POVThe word "dinner" hits me like a slap.What does he actually take me for? Adrian's voice, low and warm, saying it like it's nothing. Like it's a knife twisting in my chest. Dinner with the Ashford family? Is he thinking I'm here to play wife? Going for dinner with him? He's wrong. I won't do it.He forced me and dragged me here. I didn't come here to pretend I'm happy about everything.No, he'd better go out there and find a wife who'll love him and do everything for him. Anger is still boiling inside me.No. I won't go. I shake my head.I push open the door. Adrian looks up, phone still in his hand, that easy confidence still on his face—like he hasn't just asked me to watch my own life get handed to someone else."Adrian." My voice comes out sharper than I mean it to. "You don't get to do this to me."He blinks. "Isabella—""No." I cut him off before he can smooth it over with that voice he used to command me. "You want to go crazy with me? Fine. Go. But don't ask me t

Isabella's POVThe sudden heavy knock on the door made my head jerk up like I'd been struck. I knew exactly it was Adrian — walking in like he owned everything, like the world simply rearranged itself around him. The room seemed to shift, and before I could gather myself, he was standing across from me."It's time for dinner," he said calmly.I didn't look up. I kept my eyes on the window, on nothing in particular, just anywhere that wasn't him.He crossed the room anyway and sat down beside me. Too close. His arm brushed mine, and I hated that I felt it — that warmth that had no business being there."Why are you disturbing me?" I finally asked, still not looking at him."I'm not disturbing you. I just want us to go down for dinner.""What's so special about dinner?" I demanded.He didn't answer right away. Instead, his hand found the small of my back, gentle, almost careful."Dinner will be sweeter if you're there." His tone had gone soft, low now.I turned to face him then, because