A match for the tycoon のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Isabelle's POV “Congratulations, Mrs Walker. You're four weeks pregnant”. The nurse stretched out a paper to me. The corners of her lips rising into a warm smile. Pregnant. The word echoed in my ears until my eyes filled with tears. The clear writing on the paper before me turned into a blurry mess of ink. “Are you…sure?” My fingers trembled. I needed to hear it again. I needed to be convinced that I wasn't dreaming. “Yes”. She chuckled. “The blood test confirmed it. The IVF was successful”. I closed my eyes, letting tears run freely down my cheeks. I had imagined hearing those words so many times that I'd lost count of it. But now that they were actually being said, I couldn't seem to find my words. “Thank you”. My fingers trembled as I took it from her. “You're welcome. But I want to remind you to not be careless. You're still at an early stage. So the pregnancy is not stable yet. Added to your condition, your body is at risk”. “Yes. I understand perfectly”.

Isabelle's POV “What are you doing here? Couldn't wait to see me?” Chloe looked surprised seeing me standing at her door. “Can I come in first?” I asked. Noticing my down casted expression and the hoarseness of my voice, she frowned. She understood me better than anyone did. She noticed the suitcase behind me. “Isabelle. What happened?” She gave way. Taking the suitcase behind me as I walked into the apartment. “Did you and Ryan have a fight? He should have at least let you stay through through the night. Didn't he know you're pregnant?” “He does. And he didn't chase me out. I left on my own”. “What is the matter? Tell me”. “I want to divorce him”. “Why? You two were doing just fine”. A bitter laugh escaped my lips. “I thought we used to be. Until I found out he was screwing his best friend”. “You mean…”. “Yes. Evan”. Her mouth parted but she couldn't say anything. I told her everything. Down to how he had tried to shut me up with money and wanted me to keep pre

Isabelle's POV When I opened my eyes again, I was lying flat on a bed, staring straight up at the white ceiling of the hospital.The sharp smell of antiseptic hit me immediately, making me wrinkle my nose.I pushed myself up slowly, my body weak.I felt so dizzy. My head throbbing with a dull pain.The door was pushed open almost immediately.Donavin walked in, calm like a man that owned the space.“Miss Hart”. He said my name in a low voice that carried a dangerous edge I couldn't quite point out.“Mr Prescott”. I lowered my gaze. Just then, the doctor came in. “You're awake”. She came closer, checking my vitals and body temperature. “You should be more careful next time. Your body isn't that strong to handle emotional stress. Thank goodness your baby wasn't affected”.“Thank you”. I replied sincerely.“Make sure to rest well. And try to give yourself some space”.After laying down several instructions, she scribbled down words on her note and walked out.The room went back to it

Isabelle's POV Ryan's words kept replaying in my head throughout the ride. By the time I arrived at the office, I had already made up my mind. I needed to know exactly how much power he actually had. My lawyer listened quietly as I explained everything. “Mrs Walker. Mr Walker can petition for custody if he chooses to.” Cold sweats broke out on my back. “That doesn't mean he'll automatically get the child. But you should take the threat seriously.” My heart plummeted and I forced out a shaky “I know”. “Then you need to be careful about everything from this point forward.” “He has money. His family has connections. And you currently don't have a source of income. According to what you just told me, you lost your job. So you need to find something to do to avoid depending on him for money.” “If he starts to pester you, you need to document every threat and keep every piece of evidence you have. Do not do anything without letting me know first. And if he finds out about your fin

Isabelle's POVI arrived at the clinic earlier than usual the next morning. Unable to contain my excitement.I had barely stepped through the doors when I noticed the several eyes poking me.People moved away as I walked past them, avoiding me like I was some kind of disease.Co-workers clustered together scattered, conversations dying among them.Others, a few feet away, continued to gossip in hushed voices.My steps almost faltered as I tried to wonder what was happening.Still, I forced my chin high, and pretended to ignore them.Whatever they had to say wasn't my concern.I whispered to myself. But my heart was beating in a rapid rhythm.I went straight to the staff room, changed into my medical robe, pinned my hair back, and headed for my supervisor's officeto report in for work.“Good morning, ma'am.”She looked up from her desk.“Isabelle. You're back. I heard you managed to convince Mr Prescott yesterday”.“Yes. I did. What happened yesterday was my mistake. I apologize for be