All Chapters of The Billionaire's Obsession: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The rain fell heavily against the windows of the small hospital room.Isabella Williams sat beside her father's bed, her fingers trembling as she held his cold hand."Daddy, please get better," she whispered, fighting back tears.Her father opened his eyes slowly."Isabella..."She leaned closer. "I'm here, Daddy.""There is something you need to know."Before he could continue, the hospital door swung open.A tall man dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit entered the room.Alexander Blackwood.Even the nurses seemed afraid of him.He was the kind of man whose presence could silence an entire room. His black hair was neatly styled, his jaw sharp, and his eyes so cold that Isabella felt a shiver run down her spine.She stood immediately."Who are you?"Alexander glanced at her father before looking directly into her eyes."Alexander Blackwood."Her father's face drained of colour."No..." he whispered. "You shouldn't be here."Alexander smiled, but there was no warmth in it."Unfo

Isabella barely slept that night.The mysterious messages kept replaying in her mind.Your father didn't tell you the truth.Never trust the man you're sleeping under the same roof with.She stared at her phone, wondering who could possibly know so much about her marriage.And who was Victoria?The woman in the portrait had a beautiful face, but there was something sad about her eyes.Isabella needed answers.And she intended to find them.---The following morning, Isabella walked downstairs wearing a simple cream blouse and black trousers.The mansion was unusually quiet.She found Mrs. Eleanor arranging flowers in the dining room."Good morning," Isabella greeted."Good morning, madam. Did you sleep well?""Not really."Mrs. Eleanor looked concerned."Is something wrong?"Isabella hesitated."Who was Victoria?"The older woman's hands suddenly stopped moving."Why are you asking about her again?""Because someone told me I should ask Alexander about her."Mrs. Eleanor looked toward

"Isabella, open the door."Alexander's voice came from the other side.She quickly slipped the photograph beneath her pillow before opening the door.Alexander stood there with his hands inside his trousers' pockets."We need to talk.""About what?""About the phone call you received this afternoon."Isabella's heart skipped."How did you know about that?""Did you honestly think I wouldn't find out?"She folded her arms."You're monitoring me now?""I'm protecting you.""There's a difference between protecting someone and controlling their life."Alexander ignored her."Did the woman tell you anything?"Isabella studied his face."Why are you so interested in Victoria?"His jaw tightened."Because she's supposed to be dead.""But she's not."He stepped closer."Isabella, I need you to tell me exactly what she said.""She told me to leave this house."Alexander's expression darkened."And you believed her?""I don't know what to believe anymore."He stared at her for a moment.Then hi

The mansion had never felt so cold. Isabella stood at the top of the staircase, her fingers gripping the railing as she stared at the woman standing in the grand living room. Long brown hair. Pale skin. A pair of familiar eyes. Victoria. The woman Alexander had loved. The woman Isabella had spent the last few days trying to understand. And the woman who had just claimed to be her biological mother. "Isabella." Victoria's voice trembled. The sound of her name coming from the woman's lips made Isabella's chest tighten. She slowly descended the staircase. "You're Victoria?" The woman nodded, tears gathering in her eyes. "Yes." "You're the woman in the portrait?" "Yes, darling." Isabella stopped several feet away. "Don't call me that." Victoria flinched. "I understand." "No, you don't." Isabella's voice cracked. "You don't get to disappear for years and suddenly call me your daughter." Victoria lowered her head. "I never wanted to leave you." "Then why did you?"

The gunshot echoed across the bridge. "Daniel!" Isabella screamed as the man collapsed onto the cold pavement. Alexander pulled her behind his black car, shielding her body with his own. "Stay down!" Another bullet struck the windshield. Isabella trembled. "He's bleeding! Alexander, we have to help him!" Alexander glanced toward Daniel. The man was lying motionless, blood spreading across his black coat. "James!" Alexander shouted into his phone. "I need an ambulance at the old bridge. Now!" He ended the call and looked at Isabella. "Don't move." But she was already crawling toward Daniel. "Isabella!" She ignored him. Daniel's eyes were barely open. "Please..." he whispered. Isabella grabbed his hand. "Who did this to you?" Daniel struggled to speak. "Clara..." His eyes closed. Isabella's blood ran cold. Clara. The woman who had smiled at her during dinner. The woman who knew Alexander's past. The woman who had threatened their marriage. "Why would Clara sh