All Chapters of LOVING THE WRONG BRIDE: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Isabella's POVI closed my hand over the screen."No one," I whispered.But this time, when I turned around, I couldn't stop my hands from shaking. And Adrian saw it.I was still holding my phone against my chest when Adrian’s voice came out."Isabella."I didn't turn around. Scarlett's message is still echoing in my head.Tell your husband to thank you. Tell him he has a generous wife."Look at me," he said.I slid the phone into my pocket and faced him. I made my face soft. It took everything I had."Don't worry about anything," he said. His voice had changed. It was low and steady, like he was trying to fix a crac werek he didn't want me to see. "I will send Scarlett the money first thing in the morning."I studied him at the moment f. "You promise?""I said it, didn't I?""Men say many things when they want a woman to stop asking."A small breath of a laugh left him. "You think I'm that cheap?""I think you're careful.""Careful," he repeated, and shook his head. "Yes. That's the r

Isabella's POVBefore I could turn, I heard his boots echoing behind me.Slow. Heavy. Following my back very closely now.Adrian. I already heard his slow voice.I did not turn around. If I looked at him now, I would see the pleading in his eyes, and my heart would betray me again. It had done that too many times already.I walked into the room and sat down on the chair. I kept my back straight and my hands folded in my lap, as if I wasn't shaking.The door clicked shut.Adrian pulled out the chair across from me and sat. For a moment, he only looked at me. His jaw was tight, and his hands were clenched on his knees."I have begged you, Isabella," he said. His voice was low and rough. "I have said sorry more times than I can count.""I know.""Then why do you want me to beg again?"I almost laughed. The sound caught in my throat, and I swallowed it."Is that what you think this is?" I asked. "A game where you say sorry enough times and I give you a prize?""That is not what I said.""I

IsabellaI picked up my coat from the chair and walked to the door. This time, he didn't stop me. I think he finally understood that holding on would only make me run faster.My hand was on the doorknob when his voice came, rough and broken behind me."Before you go, you should know something."I didn't turn around. "What?" I asked immediately."Remember, we're at peace in this marriage and you want to destroy it again.” He said and continued. “I had already accepted you as my wife and gave you a job in my company. What do you really want from me, Isabella?”“You know exactly what I want, Adrian.” I said without looking at him.But the truth was that Adrian loves me now, and his words made me unsettled. Could it look like I am ungrateful to him for pushing him that he must tell his mother about how he forced me into this marriage?I stared at Adrian, who sat on the bed looking at me. One part of me was telling me to ignore him, but the other one said no. I am his wife and he is consid

IsabellaAdrian turned me onto my back and lowered his chest against mine, his mouth steady on my breast. He kept at it until heat pooled low in my belly and I melted into the sheets, boneless and breathless.He didn't let up. He rolled me from one side to the other, slow and unhurried, and the bed tilted beneath us.Then he lifted me, turned me away from him, and eased me down, angling my body to give himself better access.Before I could catch my breath, I felt him against me, moving in slow, deliberate strokes. A louder moan escaped me."Honey, you're too sweet," he whispered against my ear. "How do you want it?""Harder," I breathed. "Please, harder."For long minutes, nothing existed but the rhythm between us. Heat spread through my body, languid and consuming.That was when his phone lit up on the bed close to me.I didn't mean to look. I swear I didn't.But the screen was bright, and the message preview was right there, and my eyes moved before my conscience could stop them.Sc

Isabella's POV “strop pretending to me, Adrian. I am not a child.”“Pretending about what exactly, Isabella?” Adrian's face frowns."You begged me." My voice shook. I hated that it shook. "You stood in front of me and begged. You promised you would handle everything. And now your mother is telling me to survive in a company that is trying to throw me out.""I did not know about those officials.""Then who did?"He stepped closer. "Trust me, I will find out.""Before lunch?" I said bitterly.A muscle jumped in his jaw. "Do not mock me.""I am not mocking you. I am scared."The word hung between us. I had not planned to say it.Adrian's face changed. His shoulders dropped, just a little. He reached out, then stopped, his hand hanging in the air between us."You do not need to be scared," he said quietly."Then prove it.""I will.""How?"He didn't answer. His phone buzzed in his pocket.He took it out. I watched his face as he read the screen.The color left it."Adrian?"He turned the