All Chapters of Chained to the Billionaire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Isabella’s P.O.V."Congratulations, now you are the legal wife of the most handsome billionaire ‘Alexander Harrison’." After hearing these words, my mind was paralyzed.How had my life turned upside down in just one week? How had all my dreams been shattered? How do I become entangled with these heartless people? Thinking about that, my eyes welled up with tears, and I looked around desperately for someone, anyone, to wipe them away. But there was no one; I was alone with these cruel people."Let's go into the room." I had been sitting still like a statue but these words shook me. I looked at him, with blank eyes. Next moment, I felt a touch on my hand. He was Alexander; he held my hand in front of all the family and signaled me to get up.My body trembled to its core."I won't go with you. Let go of my hand!" I struggled with all my strength, attempting to break free from his grip."You have to go," he declared firmly, tugging my hand."Mom, please save me. I don't want to go with th

I reached the mansion at almost eight in the morning. I walked into the breakfast gathering, and to my surprise, everyone welcomed me warmly.“Mom.” I ignored everyone and hugged my mom happily. After years, I was able to look at her face.Suddenly, my uncle signaled my mom to sit down. We were both surprised. For the first time in so many years, he was asking my mom to join the breakfast table with the whole family."Sit. I have to talk to you very importantly." He said in a very polite manner."Mom, sit down." I quickly led her to sit."You too sit down, Isabella." he said affectionately, and I reluctantly sat beside my mother, facing Alexander. It was the first time I was about to sit in the same place as Alexander and share a meal, a peculiar feeling of equality washing over me."Mom, please tell us." Uncle said to my grandmother. I looked at my mom; she was very surprised like me. What do they want to talk to us about? From when do we become so important to them?“Isabella is my

A lot of time had passed, and then suddenly, the door swung open. The face I saw left a sour taste in my mouth. "What rudeness is this? It's not that difficult to ask for permission before entering someone's room or knocking on the door." My heart raced as I saw Alexander walk in my direction. Anger boiled up within me, and I shout in frustration. "Let's go." Alexander completely ignored me and said while tightening his grip on my arm. "Let go of me! What's wrong with you? Do you have no idea how to speak to a lady? Leave my hand!" I struggled to break free, but it was futile against his relentless grip. Despite my protests, he forcefully pulled me into the lounge, where all the residents of Harrison Mansion had already gathered. "How did you try to run away?" Robert Harrison’s angry voice echoed in the room. I looked at him; he was sitting majestically on the couch. There was no sympathy or love in his eyes for me. “I came here at your invitation, not to marry your son. Please,

~Isabella's P.O.V.When I opened my eyes, it was eleven o'clock in the morning. I couldn't recall when I had fallen asleep. The night's tears blurred my vision. My gaze searched the room, but he was nowhere to be seen. So was I alone here? Did he leave? But where?After a moment, the creaking door drew my attention, and I turned. He entered with a shopping bag in hand. His face was cold and emotionless."Put it on and get ready," he commanded, pushing the shopping bag toward me. He was in a trouser shirt now. I hastily took it from him and went into the bathroom. I was scared of him. The events of the previous night had left me fearful of him; his intensity suffocated me. After a quick shower, I wore a navy blue dress, the wet strands of my hair clinging to my skin.When I came out, I found him sitting on the couch, lighting a cigarette, patiently waiting for me. Did he wait for me? Why? There are a lot of questions in my mind, but I have to wait to get the answers.The intensity in h

Isabella’s P.O.V. I suffered from intense hunger during the night. I wasn’t able to sleep until I satisfied the gnawing emptiness within. So I left the room bare foot and came to the kitchen. Looking around, I opened the fridge, to eat quickly and return unnoticed. My eyes went to the bowl full of custard. Hurriedly, I cleaned a spoon and left it on the countertop before rushing back to the fridge. I was afraid that someone might catch me. I didn't want Alexander to know about my recovery. What if he finds out that I was fine and he took me to his room? No I don’t want his closeness again. Grabbing a bowl of custard, I was just about to close the fridge door when I noticed someone’s presence behind me. “Oh no please, not him.” I prayed in my heart and turned to look at the person. He was there, standing there, my mortal enemy. I forgot to breathe, my face turning pale with fear, as if I had encountered a ghost. A mocking smile briefly crossed Alexander's lips upon seeing my express