All Chapters of Chasing the Divorced Billionaire Heiress: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ISABELLA'S POVI left the multipurpose hall with my heart racing. My hands adhered to the steering wheel tightly as I navigated through the hospital grounds, urging my car to move faster.Within five minutes, I was already pulling into the parking lot of the main complex again.The moment I turned off the ignition, I was out of the car, not even bothering to glance at the time.I quickly locked the door and started running toward the hospital entrance.But halfway there, I realized I had forgotten my phone.“Damn it.”I turned on my heel, sprinted back, unlocked the car, grabbed the phone, and locked the door again.Time seemed to slip through my fingers as I hurried into the building, throwing my legs furtively. In minutes, I found myself near the door of the judge's ward. The first thing that caught my eye were the police protocols in place—the tall, muscular bodyguards stationed outside the door. For a moment, I hesitated, but then I noticed their eyes on me.They recognized me

ISABELLA'S POVThe moment Michael’s lips touched mine, it felt as if something came alive inside of me. I yielded to the warmth of his mouth, and like a hungry bear, his hairy hands gripped the curves of my waist, pulling me so close that I felt the rough texture of his chest hair on my supple skin.My heart thumped a little bit faster, each beat echoing. Our kiss deepened, tongues touching, and his hot breath brushed the side of my face.Soon, I started to feel my joints vibrating to an electric surge.His touch was like fire on my skin, igniting every nerve. As his hands moved up my back, unzipping my dress, I arched into him, wanting more, needing more.Before I knew it, we were stumbling towards his bedroom, leaving our scattered clothes along the way, from his trousers to my bra and on and on. By the time we got to the bed, our pale bodies were completely bare and fastened together, with the kissing and touching intensifying by twice.The air was heavy with the scent of desi

General POV Nathan was still looking confused as he stared back at Scarlett. He could see the pain in her expression, and it felt weird to him. Scarlett, on the other hand, still had that wild, desperate look that seemed to accuse them both of something Nathan couldn’t quite grasp. Lilian did not respond to the question; she took a step back as soon as she sensed the thick tension in the air, her own anxiety rising as she waited for Nathan to say something—anything—to break the silence. She glanced at him repeatedly, her eyes searching his face for a clue, but he seemed just as puzzled; his gaze remained fixed on Scarlett, his lips parted as though he was about to say something, but in the preceding seconds, nothing came out of his mouth. Then, as more seconds dragged by, and with the tensions between the three of them heating up, Lilian could no longer bear the silence and piercing gaze of Scarlett that seemed to be boring into her, so she decided to give them space. "I shoul

ISABELLA'S POVThree days had passed since my last visit to the hospital. I stood in my room, the morning light filtered through the curtains.I toweled my hair dry, feeling the damp curls fall against my shoulders before I pulled them back.I selected a crisp white blouse and a tailored black skirt that held snugly at my waist. I wanted to look and feel professional and confident for work today. I was particularly strong today compared to a few days ago, but that was, by the way.I slipped on my favorite low black heels, feeling the slight lift as I stood taller. As I reached for my leather handbag, I started gathering my essentials: my phone, stethoscope, patient files, and a small notebook.Everything went into my bag, my movements precise and almost automatic. When I felt ready, I headed for the door, but then I slowed, my steps hanging as an important thought suddenly weighed heavily on my mind. My foundation... Even with the generous donations from the last two surgeries, i

ISABELLA'S POVI looked through the car window, seeing glass panels of the large building. I glanced over at Michael. He leaned back in his seat, a subtle smile tugging at his lips. His eyes were alive with expectation. He turned to me, his hand reaching for mine. “Ready?” He asked, his voice carrying a note of pride.“Always,” I replied, squeezing his hand reassuringly.As the driver opened our door, we stepped out. Michael wore a dark, tailored suit that perfectly matched the confident set of his shoulders. His straight, dark hair was even darker now.I straightened my dress, a deep emerald green that flowed elegantly down to my ankles.The factory loomed before us, its entrance filled with tall banners announcing the grand opening. Michael held my hand as we walked towards the entrance.The building gleamed under the bright lights.I could see technicians moving around inside, adjusting equipment, setting up stations, and making final checks.The factory was really impress