All Chapters of Chasing the Divorced Billionaire Heiress: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ISABELLA’S POV Just like yesterday, I remember meeting James in the hospital after my motorcycle accident. It was love at first sight. We got married two days later without informing my family or telling James the truth about my family background. Today was our 2nd wedding anniversary, and I was ready to reveal the whole truth. "Not today of all days."I murmured, glancing at the clock with growing impatience. It was fifteen minutes past 9 p.m., and James was not yet back. Another thing that was growing was my incessant fatigue. I was not too fit; I had been feeling weak for some time now, my throat itched, and even my breathing was labored. Yet, I had neglected all these to look good, cook, and decorate the room just so we could have a perfect 2nd wedding anniversary dinner. Just then, my phone rang, breaking my train of thought—it was my father, Elliot Harrington. “Isabella, your mom said today is your second anniversary with your husband,” Dad said, his voice lower than usual.

MICHAEL'S POV I spread my legs under the long oak dining table and readjusted myself on my seat to feel more comfortable. I wasn't the only one who had stopped eating. As a matter of fact, everyone at the table had stopped eating the moment Grandfather cleared his throat twice, dropped his cutlery, and rubbed his hands together. It was a common habit of his to always do that whenever he had something very important to say, particularly at such a gathering. After Grandfather cleared his throat, everyone looked towards the central dividing point of the table where he was sitting. And when I say everyone, I mean from my father and mother to my doting grandmother, Lady Anne, then finally to Gregory, my cousin, and his mother, Aunt Elsa. Her husband, my father's elder brother, was late. He had died in a plane crash about 8 years ago. "It is of no doubt that life has indeed been kind to us in this family." Grandfather finally began with his speech. "Aside from the unfort

Isabella's POV Many seconds after my call with Owen came to an end, I still had my phone hanging against my ear. Whoever it was that made Owen sound so worried must have been really close to him, and that also meant that there was a possibility that I knew him too. I lowered myself onto the bench and closed my eyes momentarily, trying to dig up random images of Owen's old friends from the past. I scanned my mind for old memories of high school and even college days, but no tangible one readily came to mind. "Whoever it is, dear God, keep him safe. At least for my brother's sake." I murmured prayerfully under my breath. After the little moment of supplication, I rose to my feet again as the reality of my present situation dawned on me once more. I remembered that I was still homeless and that I had yet to figure out a way out of this conundrum. The worst part was that, since I was finding it hard to reach out to my mother, who ordinarily should have been the easiest to reac

The elevator ascended to the top floor of the hospital. Inside it, I was standing in between my parents, my mind lost in a train of thoughts as I replayed the little muted scene that just took place back at the entrance. I was replaying the shock that had compressed the face of that traitor over and over again in my mind.“If only he and his new wife could tell what was coming.” I thought with a small smile.My father, Elliot Harrington, reached out from behind and placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder; his touch felt warm and grounding.“Take a deep breath.” He whispered. He must have mistaken my enthusiasm for anxiety, or perhaps maybe I was also a bit anxious.My mother, Sophie Harrington, rubbed my arm gently. The air around her was composed of authority. She has been a pillar of strength since I returned home.As the doors slid open, we stepped into the spacious, elegantly furnished conference room. The walls were lined with blue and white patterns, and the large windows offer

MICHAEL'S POV The sound of the screeching tires and the shattering of glass was followed immediately by an excruciating pain that shot through my leg and joints before spreading across my entire body. The car hit an embankment before tumbling over.I let out a sharp groan. And when I tried to struggle and push my way out of the car I couldn't, my leg was stuck between the twisted metal frames, I was losing blood and my breathing was beginning to slow down and at that point I concluded that I was going to die.My eyes were already closing when I started to see so many unfamiliar faces hovering over me, trying in vain to pull me out. And then suddenly everything had stopped and the first few faces had withdrawn, giving way to a young woman.It was at this point that I concluded that I had indeed died and that the lady before me was an angel who had appeared to take account of my life.Her voice was calm and steady and surprisingly familiar. It was because of that familiarity that ma