All Chapters of Chasing the Divorced Billionaire Heiress: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

ISABELLA’S POVThe plane landed with a soft jolt, and the engines slowly quieted as we taxied to a stop. I sat back for a moment, taking in the last fragrance of peace from our vacation. I still couldn't believe I had almost said no to this trip, almost convinced myself I didn't have time. But thanks to God, Michael had been persuasive, and now I couldn't imagine missing those sunlit mornings, the quiet walks along the shore, the food, and, of course, the rare luxury of our time together. I would've loved to extend it just a little longer. But reality had other plans.Yesterday, my assistant Claire had messaged me.and had sounded really urgent, as always. There was a patient in critical condition at the hospital. A middle-aged woman with a ruptured aneurysm, hanging on by a thread.They needed me, specifically. No one else could perform the delicate surgery required. There was no refusing this call. So with no other choice, we had to put an end to the vacation.The plane doors

GENERAL POVNathan sat slouched in his leather chair, the dim light of his office lamp casting a pale glow over his tired face. His elbow was resting on the arm of the chair, his hand absently rubbing his chin, his gaze locked on the blank wall across from him. The weight of Owen’s words hung heavy in his mind. “Find out if Lilian still has feelings for you.”But how? And what if it all went wrong? What if she hated him for trying?The thought disturbed him, twisting his insides with uncertainty. His foot was tapping nervously against the floor, a rhythm he wasn’t conscious of but couldn’t stop.He exhaled slowly, his shoulders rising and falling as the anxiety in his chest tightened. He knew Owen had a point, but it didn’t make the situation any easier. What if she’s moved on? What if this is a mistake? The questions ran circles in his head, leaving him dizzy and trapped.His eyes glazed over, staring into space for what felt like hours, before the sound of his own breath breaki

MICHAEL’S POVI dropped the phone and I sat behind my desk after the call with Owen. My jaw was locked, and my mind was just too occupied to think about anything other than who I was thinking about before the call came in.The same person I was waiting to come in any second from now... Robert Carlisle, I needed to hear his side of the story; I needed to know what his intentions were. Only then would I be able to form an opinion on what this was really about.I glared at the door, waiting for him to walk through. And soon, I heard the knock instantly, followed by the door creaking open with a soft click.Mr. Carlisle strolled in as if he had all the time in the world. Very calm and collected. He didn’t even bother to look at me as he shut the door behind him. The smile he wore was casual, almost lazy, like he had just walked into a coffee shop for a chat.“Michael,” he called. After then he just sank into the chair across from me like he belonged there, crossing one leg over the o

MICHAEL’S POVThe car hummed beneath me as I steered out of the Harrington mansion, the huge gates swinging shut in my rearview mirror. My plans adhered to the steering wheel, not from tension but a steady rush of anticipation.For the first time in weeks, I wasn’t haunted by uncertainty.Isabella had stayed back to help her mother with something—something about the church fundraising dinner next weekend.I didn’t mind. In fact, I welcomed the space to let my thoughts bubble without distraction.The meeting with Mr. Harrington had gone better than I expected, and I felt as if a weight had lifted from my chest. It wasn’t just the promises of support; though those had been enough to rekindle a confidence I hadn’t felt in a long time, it was the simple fact that I wasn’t alone in this anymore.As I drove down the winding roads, a faint smile curled at the edges of my lips. I tapped my fingers gently, nodding to the beat of the music playing softly from the radio.The car's speed crept

GENERAL POVOwen pushed the door to his apartment and entered.He shut the door softly behind him, pausing for a second, as though leaving the world outside was not quite enough.He moved with slow, deliberate steps, crossing the room with a weariness that had become second nature to him over the past few days.His face was hard to read; his brows were slightly drawn, lost in thought.When Owen reached his bedroom, he stopped at the center of the room, standing there as though uncertain of what to do next.His eyes were scanning the space, landing on nothing in particular, and for a long moment, he didn’t move.The room felt too big, too empty. It swallowed him whole.With a heavy sigh, his hand reached up to undo the buttons of his shirt, one by one, slowly. The fabric fell away from his body, and he carelessly tossed it onto the bed. He stood shirtless and then made to sit down on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped loosely as his head hung low.For day