Semua Bab CONVENIENT VOWS WITH THE BILLIONAIRE : Bab 91 - Bab 100

DANIEL'S POV The city lights blurred past as I pressed the phone to my ear again, calling another man. “Report!”"It’s bad, boss. We’re losing everything. The fire’s already spread to the storage area. There’s no saving it.""How the hell did this happen?!" I demanded."We think someone planted explosives near the back entrance," the man explained, his voice tight with fear. "There was a loud bang before the flames spread. Whoever did this knew exactly what they were doing."“Useless fools,” I snarled, my knuckles whitening as I gripped the armrest. “Get the fire department there NOW! And make sure the police don’t stick their noses into this!”Another call came in before I could hang up. With a growl, I switched lines.“Boss,” a third voice panted, panic evident. “The fire’s spreading to the docks. We think it’s deliberate.”I slammed my fist against the car door. “Deliberate?!” My voice was venomous, sharp enough to cut through steel. “Who’s doing this? Who dares—”“We’re not sure

NICHOLAS POV The house was quiet, the only sound coming from the faint hum of the heater. Isabella had fallen asleep the moment we returned, her exhaustion from the trip evident in the way she sank into the bed without so much as a word. I’d stayed with her for a while, watching her chest rise and fall in the rhythmic lull of sleep. It was calming—her presence always was. But now, calm was the last thing I felt.I stepped into my study and dialed Mr. Arlington. The plan had worked perfectly—or so I thought. I needed to hear the details from him, every last one, before I could allow myself to relax.The line clicked, and Arlington's gruff voice came through."Montgomery. Calling to celebrate your victory, I assume?""Hardly," I replied, pacing the room. "I want to know everything. Spare no detail."Arlington chuckled, the kind of sound that could either reassure you or put you on edge. "Fine, fine. Everything went off without a hitch. The warehouses were wiped clean. The shipments? Go

ISABELLA'S POV I leaned closer, my heart aching for him, but I didn’t interrupt. He needed this. He needed to let it out.“He hated physical contact,” Nicholas said, his voice quieter now “He thought it was weak. If I so much as reached for his hand, he’d pull away like I was disgusting. He’d say things like, ‘Don’t cling to me. You’re not a child.’”His voice wavered, and his gaze dropped to the floor. “But it wasn’t just that. He said... people were filthy. He hated the idea of me being around anyone. He’d say things like, ‘You don’t know where their hands have been,’ or ‘They’ll ruin you with their germs and disease”I bit my lip, struggling to keep my emotions in check as he continued.“When I was ten, he started locking me in the house. Not just for discipline, but to keep me away from the world. He called it ‘preservation.’” Nicholas’s lips curled into a bitter smile. “Preservation. Like I was some fragile object he needed to keep clean, untouched. Anytime I tried to step outsi

ISABELLA'S POV Before I could catch my breath, Nicholas lifted me effortlessly, pinning me against the cool tiles of the bathroom wall. His strength was staggering. My legs wrapped around his shoulders instinctively, and I gasped as his gaze dropped to where I ached for him most. "Now it’s my turn," he said. "I want to hear you scream my name."He didn’t wait for a response. His mouth descended, and I cried out as his tongue parted me, his lips and teeth working in perfect harmony to unravel me. The sensations were overwhelming, his pace relentless. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as my body arched against him."Nicholas!" I moaned, the sound echoing off the walls. His name was the only word I could manage, the only thought that existed. His tongue thrust into me, his groans vibrating against my skin. He was everywhere, consuming me entirely. The pressure built and built until it was unbearable. My release crashed over me like a tidal wave, leaving me trembling i

CHRISTABELLA'S POV “Congratulations, Mrs West. You’re five weeks pregnant.”The words hit me like a bolt of lightning, and for a moment, the world around me seemed to tilt. Five weeks. My mind raced, calculating the timeline, and my stomach twisted with the realization.I forced a smile, nodding as if this was the best news I’d ever received.The doctor continued speaking—something about prenatal vitamins and follow-up appointments—but her words blurred. When the doctor and nurse left me alone to clean up, I stared at the ultrasound screen, the tiny flicker of life still visible. My fingers brushed against my stomach, the gel cool and sticky beneath my hand. A part of me wanted to cry—this was what I had wanted for so long. But it wasn’t supposed to happen like this.I wiped the gel off my stomach slowly, my hands trembling. Five weeks but this child wasn’t Daniel’s. It wasn’t conceived out of love or even lust. It was born of necessity, a calculated move in a game I couldn’t affor