All Chapters of A match for the tycoon : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Isabelle's POVI woke up to the soft rustling of curtains and the faint sound of footsteps outside the room.I tried to stand up, and the dull ache of my body reminded me that I hadn't quite recovered from everything i had gone through. I rested a hand over my stomach, remembering the doctor's words as I tried to reassured myself.My baby was fine. And that was all that mattered.I slowly pushed myself up against the pillows, my eyes wandering to the bedside post.My phone. I had lost it that night. I had no money to buy another one even if I wanted to. Guess I'll have to remain like that for now.And as for Chloe, I wondered how many times she'd tried to reach me. She must have been worried, especially after I didn't return home for two consecutive days.“Miss Hart?” A maid pushed the door open. “You're awake”. Her smile was polite."Good morning, miss.""Good morning.""I hope you slept well.""Much better than yesterday.""I'm glad to hear that. Mr. Prescott asked us to make sure

Isabelle's POV Whatever this was, I have to discuss it with Donavin. He didn't tell me I'll be coming back here tonight. Because I wasn't planning on going back. The ride back to the penthouse was quiet. I sat by the window, watching the city lights pass by as the driver made his way through the streets. It was my first time seeing the building at night, and when the car finally pulled up, I couldn't help staring at how magnificent it was. Thinking that the penthouse looked even more impressive under the night lights. It must be so good living a rich life. I couldn't even afford to rent a single apartment of my own. I stepped out of the car and followed the driver inside. A few servants were waiting when I entered, and they immediately greeted me with polite bows. “Welcome back, Miss Hart.” “Ah… thank you,” I replied, feeling slightly uncomfortable with all the attention. Was this how they usually do over here? Even some royalties do not deserve this kind of attenti

Donavin's POVMercer's apartment was smaller than I expected.One bedroom, one window, and a kitchen table with a stack of hospital bills on it, sorted by date and weighed down with a mug. Kai was already going through the drawers. “Nothing in the closet, sir. No passport. No cash.”“Phone?”He held up a cheap black phone in an evidence bag. “Wedged behind the fridge. One number was saved on it. Just the letter D.”I dialed it from my own phone. A flat voice answered. The number you have dialed is no longer in service.I stood in the middle of that small room and looked at the bills again. Showing whatever that he did, it was due his mother. And knowing this made the part of me that wanted to crush him hesitate.We kept him in a locked room at the back of my downtown estate. It wasn't a cell. It was a room with a table, two chairs, and a window painted shut. I ruled Manhattan, and keeping one person locked up was a piece of cake. Mercer sat very straight with his hands flat on the

Isabelle's POVAfter my shower, I changed into something comfortable and went downstairs.I wasn't particularly sleepy, and spending the rest of the evening alone in my room didn't seem appealing. So I settled on the sofa, picked up the remote and searched for something to watch.I was halfway through an episode when Donavin came downstairs.He had a tablet in his hand and a few documents tucked under his arm. He glanced at me before walking towards the living room."You're still awake?"I looked at him. "It is not that late."He didn't respond. Instead, he placed the documents on the coffee table and settled into the opposite sofa.I returned my attention to the television, occasionally glancing at him as he went through his files.After a while, I noticed his attention shifting whenever something happened on the screen."Is the sound bothering you?" I asked."No."I nodded and continued watching.A few minutes later, he looked towards the television."What are you watching?""A seri

Isabelle’s POVI watched her carefully, waiting to see how he would react.He didn't look surprised at all. At least, not in the way I expected him to. He stood there with his usual calmness, his expression difficult to read, while the woman almost pressed herself on him.Seeing them like that, an uncomfortable stir rose in my chest.I couldn't explain it. I had no reason to feel that way, and I certainly wasn't going to admit that it was jealousy. But I didn't like the way she looked at him. Or how comfortable she seemed standing so close to him. And I couldn't hear what she was telling him. Donavin didn't reach for a glass or make any attempt to return her toast. He had barely touched any of the drinks offered to him since we arrived. Considering what had happened at the previous gala, I supposed he had every reason to be careful.Still, the woman seemed unbothered by his lack of response. I watched as she lowered her glass, her flirtatious smile remaining in place.I thought he wa