Lahat ng Kabanata ng A match for the tycoon : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Isabelle's POV I locked the door behind me. I had barely reached the sink when I started to wretch violently. I gripped the ceramic to steady myself. Feeling my head spin softly from the dizziness. Done, I splashed cold water on my face and waited until I was fine. Mia was banging on the door, urging me to open it. She was that co-worker who was friendly with everyone and genuinely cares about us except for Bianca. She was trouble so Mia avoided her. I staggered towards it and unlocked it. She pushed in, concern written all over her face. “Are you fine? Why were you gagging?” Underneath her worried tone, there was suspicion. “I'm fine”. I lied despite still feeling my stomach churn. “I think I'm stressed. Or perhaps, I haven't fully recovered from being sick”. “Really?” “Yes. Sure. It's nothing”. Right there, I was scared. Once my stomach starts to get bigger day by day, there won't be a way of hiding this pregnancy. “I still need to use the restroom

Isabelle's POVAt 10:00pm we arrived at the gala.The moment I stepped out of the car, I knew this wasn't the kind of event I was used to attending.The hotel entrance was crowded with expensive cars, men in tailored suits and women dressed in gowns that probably cost more than my entire year salary.I stayed behind, following my supervisor inside.The ballroom was even more impressive.Soft golden lights hung above us, reflecting off the polished floor and crystal decorations. Waiters moved through the crowd with trays of champagne and wine while quiet music played in the background.There were people everywhere. People who moved around effortlessly like they seemed to know everyone in the room.I suddenly felt very small. Looking at the plain suit I was putting on which felt like a big contrast to the event.My supervisor, Mrs Natalie, noticed.She leaned closer to me and whispered. “Relax. We're here for business. Not showing off”.I gave her a small nod, glancing down at myself. “

Isabelle's POVHe crossed the room in a few quick strides, shoved Harrison away that he stumbled and crashed hard against the table.Donavin snatched the glass from my hand. It spilled over as he smashed it on the floor, anger brewing in his eyes.“Are you crazy?” I shuddered. My heart thump wildly in my chest.“Were you going to drink this? Isabelle, are you that desperate to get rid of this ch..”“Don't say anything!” I snapped, shaking my head vigorously.He paused, he couldn't understand why i was stopping him.“Please… don't”. I whispered.“You crazy a**hole. How dare you hit me?” Harrison forced himself up from the floor, wiping the blood at the corner of his mouth.At that, Donavin turned, and I noticed the hard tick of his jaw.“Who am I? Does that give you any kind of permission to try to harass someone?”He walked over to Harrison, every step controlled.“You do something wrong, you apologize”.Harrison took a few steps back, for a second, I saw fear flash in his eyes. “Doe

Isabelle's POV The water splashed from the shower rolled down the glass wall like tiny beads of rain, making it a bit difficult to get a clear view. The groans increased. Jagged and breathy in a way that made the uneasy part of me stronger than the part that wanted to hesitate. And what did I do? I wiped the glass clean from the outside with my palm, pressed my face against its coldness to see if he was fine or whether the drug was making him spiral. And the minute I did, I regretted it. I watched as water drummed steadily against the tense lines of his back, and ran in sheets down his waist. Head thrown back, eyes closed, letting the coldness soak into him before his hand drifted lower. “Isabelle…This isn't appropriate. Look away. Do something. Get out”. The words screamed in my head, beating through my skull but my legs just couldn't move. They remained stuck on the rug laid on the floor to probably prevent having cold feet after showering. Maybe that was what made it wor

Donavin's POV I woke up with a dry mouth and a splitting headache that made me wince.The fever was gone.I lay still, noticing the change in the room temperature.My gaze snapped to the heater. It was turned off.My phone was on the nightstand, displaying four unanswered calls from my assistant. I sat up slowly. The night came back in small, tiny fragments. The only drink I took yesterday was the one the waiter handed me. Clearly spiked.Then I remembered the cold water on my burning skin. A woman's hand on my arm that didn't pull away, even when I told it to.Isabelle Hart.If I hadn't stepped in on time last night, she would have taken that alcohol and it wasn't only the baby who could've been harmed. I pressed my fingers to my forehead. The room carried a faint, unfamiliar scent. It was Isabelle's.I remembered it from the previous night, when