All Chapters of Chasing the Divorced Billionaire Heiress: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ISABELLA'S POV Scarlett continued to stare, her expression caught somewhere between disbelief and bewilderment. She watched as James’s car disappeared from view. And as I pressed the remote in my hand, the sound of the automated gate closing filled the space where words should have been. The gate swung shut, locking us into a silence I wasn't quite ready for. Our eyes met across the distance. Scarlett’s lifted her brows, her mouth hanging open as if she were searching for the right words. Finally, she made a gesture with her hand, repeating herself. "Together? You're really back together?" Her voice shook as she pointed sharply toward the gate where James had just driven out of "What was the meaning of all that, Bella?" I forced a casual smile, feeling my shoulders tighten despite my best efforts. “Nothing much; James just dropped me from work, that’s all.” I replied, trying to brush it off with a wave of my hand. Scarlett's expression didn’t change. She leaned cl

THIRD POV James' fingers tapped excitedly on the steering wheel. He felt like one intoxicated, as if the car were floating rather than driving along the streets. A grin was playing on his lower lip, a rare expression of pure joy. The memory of Isabella's fiery exchange with Michael replayed vividly in his mind, the way she had shamed Michael without hesitation and in front of him too. “Do I need your signature to receive visitors?” He repeated and let out a short laugh. It was as if she had thrown down a gauntlet, making her choice clear to him. "She still loves me." James whispered to himself, his voice full of triumph. "Of course, I always knew she does." He could barely contain his happiness, already envisioning the moment Isabella would finally accept his proposal to reunite. James felt his heart swell with confidence, and before he realized it, he was humming and whistling to a jaunty tune that matched his mood. The car radio played softly in the background, and he

ISABELLA'S POVJames hummed softly as he started the car, a light whistle slipping through his lips, the same upbeat tune he had been humming all evening.I stared out the window, my body sinking deeper into the passenger seat. I could say I was a bit relieved of knowing James wasn't behind my poisoning and that I would not have to continue with the seduction games.But then again, it left a blank space that was even harder to fill now, one that I wasn't even sure where to start dealing with.Now that my suspicions had been lifted from him, the question that I had now was: Who else could it have been?I sighed quietly, watching the security lights and guards. blur past as James stirred the car out of the restaurant's parking lot going through the gates and onto the main road. He hadn’t even noticed my sigh, too wrapped up in his own cheerful bubble, but I felt exhaustion.It wasn’t just a physical one; it was emotional and mental. It felt like the weight of my unanswered questions

ISABELLA POVI paced back and forth in the small space of my living room, my mind spiraling with thoughts I couldn’t control.My fingers were trembling as I clutched them together, and my breathing was uneven. The light from the overhead lamp did nothing to calm me.How did this happen? How did Lilian’s phone end up in Nathan’s hands?I clenched my jaw, trying to steady my frantic heart, but every time I pictured what this development could lead to, a fresh wave of panic would overwhelm me.The thought of my family knowing about the poison terrified me more than the illness itself. Or rather, the poison. Just thinking about whether or not I would have to tell them made me feel chills. Would they be able to take it? The bond I shared with them was too strong; they would condemn themselves. They could even start getting ill on my behalf. Wasn’t that how they once almost got themselves killed in a fire outbreak when we were still kids? They had saved me and almost sacrificed themselve

General POV It had been two weeks since Isabella’s health condition was revealed—a heavy weight that still disturbed Lilian’s mind. However, today was not a day of bearing such weight. She was prepared for an evening that had the potential to be fun. She had a date coming up with Nathan in a couple of minutes. She stood in her bedroom, surrounded by chaos. The bed, once white and free of rumples, was now covered with a sea of dresses in every shade and style. Lilian held a shiny black dress up to her chest, frowning thoughtfully as she inspected her reflection in the mirror. She needed something special, something that would make her feel confident tonight. She pictured the kind of dress she wanted—elegant but not overly revealing, sophisticated yet daring enough to make Nathan look twice. Lilian’s fingers brushed over a deep emerald-green dress lying on the bed, its soft satin catching the light. She picked it up, feeling the weight of the fabric, and placed it against