Isabella gives everything to her husband, only to be dumped and humiliated. She walks away and returns to her powerful birth family—revealed as a trillion-dollar heiress. Now those who mistreated her want forgiveness, and a bold, dangerous billionaire wants her attention. This time, Isabella won’t be ignored again.
“Women catch feelings over heels?” My brows drew in, sincerely wondering whether that is it. If it is true, then I might actually try it on someone else, maybe she will fall for me that way. “I sent Grace shoes once and you don’t see us living happily, do you?” I pondered back to a…
My gaze moved to the impending files on my desk waiting for me to go through them, all with a deadline that is hanging in the corner. Then, I flicked my gaze to meet hers, shaking my head. “For you?” I grinned. “Always.” *** Isabella Montague. Christian Kingston is the last person I hoped to…
Christian did not seem fazed in the slightest by what I said, just as I expected. He remained unmoved, as if I was telling him about the weather and not him being a major stockholder in my family company. I did not know what I was expecting, but it certainly was not the answer he…
“On paper, yes.” I was not moved in the slightest by the look of disbelief masking his expression, or the suspicion lacing his tone. If possible, Christian narrowed his eyes even more at me, wanting to see through to me but there is not much to see. Then, he asked, in a low voice. “Why?”…
I bobbed my head in confirmation. “Is it too long?” I hope he would say yes. “We can shorten it to six months if you want. It seems the one-year is bothering you.” Christian chuckled, “Isabella, I am worried about you falling in love with me.” His eyes danced with mirth. “You might end up…
His eyes stared at mine, mischievousness glinting. Butterflies erupted in my tummy, my toes curling as I stared at him, my voice a breathless whisper as I asked, “What are you doing?” My heart was hammering behind my ribcage at the sudden close proximity, and I was aware of our bodies pressed against each other.…
Christian’s brows furrowed, as he tilted his head to the side slightly. “And I don’t recall my woman being a five-year-old that needs your approval on how to live her life.” His gaze dropped to me, his eyes meeting mine, as another smile made its way on his face before he nodded slowly and met…
“Careful what you say to my wife,” Christian jumped in before I could respond, his voice deep, and warning-despite not looking at his face, I was sure as hell his expression was dead serious as well. Even I had chills running down my spine due to his words, what more, her? When she slanted her…
Christian stared at me for a few seconds, before he suddenly smiled. “You are amazing, Isabella Montague.” He stated earnestly as if impressed by me being one step ahead. Blood rushed to my cheeks. “Thank you.” Before we could exchange any more words between us, two more people approached us, one that had my shoulders…
Christian and I broke from our trance, and I found myself yawing my gaze in the direction of my dad, annoyed for some reason. “Yeah, no kidding.” My tone was blank, earning myself wide eyes from the said man who looks as though I have offended him, or so he feigns. “This girl,” Dad tutted,…