All Chapters of CONVENIENT VOWS WITH THE BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

ISABELLA'S POV I sat up on the bed, my head resting against the headboard, my phone still clutched in my hand. The staff member's voice echoed in my head. "Your father collapsed. He’s undergoing an emergency surgery at the moment. It’s serious."A part of me felt numb. Another part—the one I tried so hard to suppress—felt a pang of worry, even guilt. No matter how much I tried to deny it, I couldn’t ignore the knot forming in my chest.Should I go see him? Would it even matter after everything he’s done?I let out a shaky breath, my fingers tightening around the phone as if it could anchor me. The answer wouldn’t come, no matter how much I wrestled with it. The memories of his disapproving glares, his dismissive words, and the moment he disowned me all swirled in my head, taunting me.The urge to call the hospital clashed with the overwhelming desire to do nothing at all. What would I even say if I went? Would he want to see me? Or would he turn me away, like he always did?Lost in m

CHRISTABELLA'S POV The days after Father’s surgery had been a mixture of tense silence and power plays. It was fascinating, really, how quickly everyone had fallen into their roles. Daniel, of course, wasted no time seizing the opportunity to run the household and oversee the empire in Father’s absence. He wasn’t outright declaring himself in charge—that would be too brazen—but the way he lingered in Father’s study, the way he directed the staff and made decisions without consulting anyone, told me everything I needed to know.And Mother? She was too weak to care. Her energy was consumed entirely by Father’s recovery, and she didn’t seem to mind leaving the reins to Daniel. Perhaps she thought it was temporary, or perhaps she simply didn’t have the strength to argue. Either way, she was blind to what was happening around her.Not me, though.I watched everything, listened to every conversation, and let it all play out. As much as I hated seeing Daniel preen in his stolen position, I

ISABELLA'S POV The mansion loomed ahead, its grandiose structure as cold and unfeeling as the people inside. I stepped through the towering entrance, my heels clicking against the marble floor. Behind me, Nicholas followed, his tall frame like a shield. His hand rested on my waist, silently assuring me I wasn’t alone.Dominic Sterling had summoned me—requested my presence was how he’d worded it, as if this was some sort of favor. In truth, I didn’t want to honor his call, but I had accepted. It wasn’t for him. It wasn’t even for me. It was for closure. After this, I would sever every last thread tying me to the Sterlings. No more blood ties, no more obligations, no more pain.The grand living room opened before me, every detail as I remembered—rich gold accents on the ornate furniture and the scent of polished wood. But something felt different this time. The energy in the air was thick with anticipation, as though everyone was eager to feast on whatever scraps Dominic was about to t

ISABELLA'S POV The courtroom fell silent as the judge leaned forward. “After reviewing the evidence and hearing both arguments, the court finds in favor of Mr. Arlington. The defendant is hereby ordered to pay damages as stipulated.”The gavel struck the wooden block, and just like that, victory was ours.I released a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, the tension that had gripped me for weeks finally dissolving. As Mr. Arlington turned to me with tears of gratitude in his eyes, I managed a reassuring smile. This was why I did what I did.The smile tugging at my lips refused to fade as I sat in the backseat of the car, the city rolling past the windows. The tension in my shoulders had evaporated, replaced by a lightness I hadn’t felt in weeks. Winning this case was more than a victory for Mr. Arlington—it was a win for everything I’d been fighting for.“Mrs. Montgomery,” my driver said, catching my attention. “Where to now?”“Home,” I replied, sinking into the leather seat.I

ISABELLA'S POV The soft rays of the morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a golden glow across the room. I stretched lazily in bed, savoring the warmth of the covers, the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air, and the faint sound of laughter echoing down the hallway.For a moment, everything felt perfect. No weight on my shoulders, no lingering shadows of the past—just peace.“Mommy!” A sweet, high-pitched voice broke through my thoughts.I turned my head just in time to see a small blur of motion barreling toward me. A little girl, her auburn curls bouncing wildly, climbed onto the bed with an exuberant giggle. “Mommy, Daddy’s being silly again!”Behind her came a boy, identical to her in every way except for the mischievous glint in his dark brown eyes. He climbed up beside her, his face breaking into the biggest grin I’d ever seen. “Mommy, Daddy said we could have pancakes with chocolate chips today!”My heart swelled as I pulled them both into