Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Billion Dollar Girl: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Isabella’s POV “The woman in that photograph is Alexander’s mother.” For several seconds, I couldn't breathe. Alexander stared at Victor, his expression turning dangerously cold. “Take that back.” Victor shook his head. “I'm sorry, sir. But it's the truth.” “My mother died twelve years ago.” “That's what your family told you.” Alexander grabbed Victor's collar. “Are you saying my mother is alive?” “No. I'm saying Daniel met her two years ago, shortly before he disappeared again.” My fingers tightened around the photograph. The woman beside my father had her face scratched out, but her elegant necklace remained visible. I recognized it immediately. I had seen that necklace before. In Alexander's childhood photograph displayed inside his mansion. His mother had worn it. “Alexander,” I whispered, showing him the picture. He released Victor and stared at the necklace. His expression changed from disbelief to something resembling terror. “Where did you get this?” Victor stra

Isabella’s POV “Alexander’s father was responsible for everything.” I read the sentence again, hoping the words would somehow change. They didn't. My hands trembled around the letter, while Alexander stood beside me, his face drained of color. The silence between us felt heavier than the secrets we had just uncovered. “Isabella,” he whispered. “Don't.” I stepped away when he reached for me. “Please, don't say my name like nothing has changed.” His hand slowly fell to his side. “I didn't know about this letter.” “But your father was responsible for my father's disappearance!” My voice cracked. “How could you not know something this important?” “Because my father died when I was fifteen. He never told me anything about Daniel.” I stared at him, searching for the smallest indication that he was lying. All I found was an expression I had never seen before: helplessness. And somehow, that hurt even more. Mama sat on the sofa, covering her face with trembling hands. I

Isabella’s POV I never thought I would willingly return to the place where the most arrogant man I had ever met worked. Yet there I was, standing in front of the towering building of Monteverde International Holdings, clutching my bag as though it could somehow protect me from the billionaire waiting upstairs. Alexander Nathaniel Monteverde. The man who had fired me without a second thought. And now, apparently, the man who wanted to see me. “Good morning, miss. Do you have an appointment?” the receptionist asked. “Yes. Isabella Reyes. Mr. Monteverde called me yesterday.” She checked her computer before nodding. “Twenty-eighth floor. His executive assistant will meet you there.” I thanked her and headed toward the elevator. With every passing second, my anxiety grew. What if he wanted me to pay for his suit? What if he planned to sue me? Worse, what if he intended to humiliate me again? When the elevator doors opened, a woman in an elegant gray suit approached me. “Miss R

Isabella's POV “Isabella, kumain ka na ba?” Napatingin ako sa lalaking nakaupo sa harap ko. Si Marco, ang matalik kong kaibigan mula pa noong unang taon namin sa kolehiyo, ay nakangiting nakasandal sa kaniyang upuan habang hinihintay ang sagot ko. “Hindi pa. Ikaw ang unang taong nagtanong sa akin niyan ngayong araw.” “Talaga? Mukhang kailangan na kitang ilibre nang mas madalas.” Napatawa ako. “Basta libre, hindi ako tatanggi.” “Paano kung date?” Napatigil ako sa pagsubo ng pagkain. “Ha?” Tumawa siya nang makita ang mukha ko. “Joke lang, Bella! Huwag kang kabahan.” “Ang kapal mo talaga!” Muli kaming nagtawanan. Sa unang pagkakataon sa loob ng ilang araw, nakaramdam ako ng gaan sa dibdib. Walang usapang kontrata, walang mamahaling sasakyan, at walang lalaking nag-uutos sa akin na para bang pag-aari niya ang buong mundo. Sandali kong nakalimutan ang mga problema ko. Hanggang sa marinig ko ang isang pamilyar na boses. “Mukhang masaya kayo rito.” Nawala ang ngiti ko. Daha

Isabella’s POV “Alexander’s father was responsible for everything.” I read the sentence again, hoping the words would somehow change. They didn't. My hands trembled around the letter, while Alexander stood beside me, his face drained of color. The silence between us felt heavier than the secrets we had just uncovered. “Isabella,” he whispered. “Don't.” I stepped away when he reached for me. “Please, don't say my name like nothing has changed.” His hand slowly fell to his side. “I didn't know about this letter.” “But your father was responsible for my father's disappearance!” My voice cracked. “How could you not know something this important?” “Because my father died when I was fifteen. He never told me anything about Daniel.” I stared at him, searching for the smallest indication that he was lying. All I found was an expression I had