All Chapters of Chained to the Billionaire: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

She had come and gone with her hair down. Now, she was struggling to prepare breakfast because of it. "Bring it here, I'll tie it. Catcher," she said, repeatedly brushing her hair behind her ear. As she tried to manage her hair, she began searching for the catcher. "I don't have it. It's in the room," she said, just as the handsome young man reappeared without her noticing. She was startled by the touch of his soft, warm hands on her hair. Slowly, she responded, "Tell me where it is. I'll get it." He began to release her hair from his hands. "It's next to the bed," she replied. He went to fetch it.She felt inexplicably nervous, like standing in an exam hall, with cold hands and feet. She worried whether this kind man would like the breakfast she made. He returned quietly and started tying her hair with the catcher. "Thank you," she said without turning around. It was the first time she felt joy from being close to him. She thought he would leave after tying her hair, but then she fel

"This movie is very romantic. I'm sure you'll like it," the boy said while looking at Anabiya."Hmmm..." Anabiya wasn't fond of romantic movies, but she went to watch one on a date due to Eric's insistence.As soon as Eric sat down, someone kicked his seat hard from behind, causing both him and Anabiya to turn around in shock."Oh. Sorry," came the voice from behind. Anabiya's eyes widened in surprise as she saw who it was."Zaroon? You're here??" she asked, confused, as Zaroon apologized."Wow, what a coincidence," Zaroon said with a big smile, jumping up from the back seat like a monkey."Anna, do you know him?" Eric asked, puzzled. Anabiya nodded, still confused."Well, which color do you like?" Eric asked gently, trying to get to know her better."Golden," answered the boy sitting next to her before Anabiya could respond."But she wears red more often," Zaroon added with a smile."Oh. Good," Eric replied awkwardly, scratching his head but smiling nonetheless. "Who's your favorite

Isabella didn’t know what to do. Look at her condition. Alexander's heart ached deeply as he watched her."So, you’ve decided to die? But will you tell me what fault our child has in all this? Why are you determined to make him motherless?" His voice was hoarse with emotion."Bella." He saw his son with his dark eyes filling with tears. The truth that Zaroon was still waiting for him was killing him.Alexander lifted the lifeless form of Isabella with his strong arms, sitting her up as he shook her gently. Her condition showed that she no longer wanted to live."Alexander, please kill me. Kill me. I'm tired. I don’t want to live anymore," she murmured, her eyes downcast.If she had looked into his eyes, she wouldn’t have dared to speak. But she didn’t know. Sitting in front of that man, she felt as though she had died a thousand deaths from just those few sentences.They say that you don’t need a sword to kill someone. Sometimes, words can wound more deeply than any blade, leaving sca

"But that ??...that." She stopped saying something. But that handsome young man standing in front of her understood what she said.Many questions had arisen in his mind at once, but he could not dare to ask the opponent."By the way.... You were saying something just a while ago. Putting both his arms on the shoulder of this beauty, he changed the subject with great leisure.How could she ignore the joke in the opponent's eyes?"Me? What? Nothing. "The closeness of this oppressor seemed to be happening to the soul. Answered while doing.This shy act of this murderous Hasina was also heartbreaking."Leave what I was saying. Tell me this first. Why were you silent for so long? Why didn't you tell me? No one's second marriage. I didn't give my place to anyone." You know, I used to cry even thinking that she would be staying with you in our room. Our bed. Our sofa. Our closet. She would use everything. Often when she started to lie down to sleep, the idea would come to mind. Will you put

As summer followed winter, the weather in Istanbul was quite pleasant. The bright golden sun felt refreshing, and in that same golden sunlight, Bella appeared radiant and calm. She wore a black full-sleeve top over black jeans, with a stylish small halter around her neck. Her hair was loose, and she held a lot of balloons in her hands, a vague smile on her lips. She stood among many children on the large green ground of a well-known and fun institution in Istanbul.Bella smiled as she handed balloons to the little children. Seeing their happiness, she knelt among them, and in return for each balloon, a child would kiss her on the cheek, making her excitement grow. When all the children had left, laughing and playing with their balloons, Bella stood there smiling. She had secured a good job at a big company in Istanbul, and whatever was left of her earnings, she happily spent on the children. Every weekend, she spent time with them, their innocence and playfulness helping her temporari