Lahat ng Kabanata ng Chasing the Divorced Billionaire Heiress: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

ISABELLA POVThe world around me was literally spinning. I was lying on the cold floor of my sitting room, my vision narrowed, surrounded by the figures of Lilian’s panicking face and the paramedics in uniform hovering over me.My body felt disconnected from me, my limbs heavy and unresponsive, but my mind was still quite conscious, aware of the reality, only that I was trapped in this haze of weakness. I could see them. the paramedics in blue uniforms rushing around with their apparatuses in hand, about two of them kneeling beside me, their voices low and urgent. I felt them lifting me up, their hands firm yet careful as they propped me up on the seat.The room spun slowly, my consciousness waving, shifting from black to white. Nevertheless, I wasn’t gone. I was still here.After some time, one of the paramedics pressed a cool hand to my forehead, murmuring something about my pulse, and I let out a painful expression at the sharp prick of a needle as they administered something to

ISABELLA'S POVThe trial treatment had since begun. And here was in the private ward where they had admitted me.I lay on the bed, tangled in stiff white hospital sheets, feeling every ache and burn.I have been hearing the hum of machines for some time now, and the rhythmic beep of my heart monitor filled the room.They were the only sounds cutting through the quietness.I blinked twice, forcing my eyes open to find Michael sitting by my side.He was there the day I got this update; everything I was going through healthwise had been revealed to him. And like I expected, he had become so quietly overprotective.He had even insisted on accompanying me there.His eyes were fixed on me, filled with a worry he couldn’t quite hide. From time to time, he would reach out, his hand cool against my fevered skin, brushing back a strand of hair that clung to my forehead.The forced smile he wore didn’t reach his eyes. His face was shadowed with dark circles, and yet this was just the first da

ISABELLA'S POVI sat there, staring at my father as he demanded every piece of information concerning my illness, his voice tight and filled with urgency.Owen and Nathan, my brothers, exchanged helpless glances, both knowing they had no choice but to reveal everything. Every chart, every test result, every number... everything.Even Evelyn’s contact details were handed over to him, and moments later, he was on the phone with her, throwing question after question about the nature of my ailment and the chances of my survival.We all watched him, each of us reacting in our own way.Owen’s jaw was clenched, Nathan rubbed a hand across the back of his neck nervously, and I lay weakly in my chair, a dull ache throbbing in my hand.After what felt like an eternity, he hung up. The silence was uncomfortable. He threw his hands behind him and paced the room; his eyes narrowed in thought. Then his declaration after that hit us like a thunderclap, destroying any last hope I had nursed of ke

ISABELLA'S POVI had actually always thought that the rode to death would be peaceful, a quiet, serene release from the pain of existence. But the last few days had proven me totally wrong. The last stages of the trial treatment to cure me from tyrosine poisoning had been nothing short of a brutal war, one that left me swinging on the edge of life and death. My weak body had been ravaged by side effects, from burning fevers that felt like molten lava coursing through my veins to muscle spasms that left me unable to move, then the pounding in my head that felt so intense that it blacked out the power of my vision.I was barely aware of being moved from one ward to another, sometimes waking up only to faint voices and distant echoes, really.My mother’s voice stood out the most, trembling with fear and helplessness. Other times I would catch fragments of conversations, snippets of her pleading with the doctors. As for my father, he would pace relentlessly, asking the professionals

JAMES’S POVThe next morning, I was at my desk, going through a stack of files, trying to focus on a bunch of paperwork that I had allowed to pile for the past few days.I had almost convinced myself to settle into the quiet routine when, without warning, the door to my office flew open. slamming against the wall with a loud bang.I half jumped and looked up immediately, my hands freezing in the air. What I saw next was the red-faced figure of Zoey storming in aggressively, her eyes blazing with fury I had never seen in them before."Geez," I muttered under my breath, already knowing this wasn’t going to end well.“What was that for?” I managed to ask.But Zoey was hardly in the mood to answer anything; rather, she had come with questions herself.“What the hell is going on between you and Emerald?” She shouted, her voice sharp as a razor.I blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the accusation, then quickly shrugged, trying to keep my expression neutral, as though her words or th