Semua Bab CONVENIENT VOWS WITH THE BILLIONAIRE : Bab 131 - Bab 140

DANIEL'S POV I shoved the heavy doors of Victor Montgomery’s office open without hesitation, fury burning in my chest. The sharp crack of the doors echoed through the grand room, but the man behind the desk didn’t flinch. Victor, calm as ever, leaned back in his leather chair, his piercing eyes meeting mine with disinterest.The sight of his composure only stoked my anger. I stormed toward him, my fists clenched at my sides. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I snapped "We had an agreement, Montgomery! You said you’d help me get everything Isabella stole from me—everything that’s mine! We agreed you’d make her and Nicholas pay for humiliating me! And yet, here we are. Third hearing in, and she’s still winning. The last hearing is in two weeks, Victor. Two weeks! With all the evidence she has, the court is going to rule in her favor!"Victor raised a brow, unimpressed by my outburst.I slammed my hands on the edge of his desk, leaning forward until I was towering over him. “Why haven’t

ISABELLA'S POV As the courtroom emptied, I lingered in my seat, letting the silence wrap around me. Everyone else had gone except for Nicholas, my lawyer, and Christabella, who stood off to the side with an unreadable expression. I closed my eyes, drawing in a deep, trembling breath.For the first time in years, I felt a measure of freedom. The chains Daniel had wrapped around me were gone, yet this wasn’t a happy ending. It was far from it.My thoughts drifted to what would come next. The assets I had fought so hard to reclaim—they weren’t mine to keep. I’d already made the decision to give everything to charity, to let the money do something meaningful. The law firm, however, was different. That, I couldn’t let go of so easily.I had it signed over to Nicholas. It was selfish, I knew that. After pushing him away, I had no right to cling to him in this way. Yet, a part of me couldn’t help but want him to have it. When I was gone, I wanted him to have something to remember me by, eve

CHRISTABELLA'S POV I followed Nicholas into the hospital, my heart pounding so violently in my chest that it felt like I might collapse. The sight of Isabella, so still, so fragile, made my breath hitch. Wires and machines surrounded her, the steady beep of the monitor the only proof that life still lingered in her. But it was faint—so terrifyingly faint.A lump rose in my throat, and I swallowed it down, but the weight of guilt was suffocating.This… this wasn't what I wanted.I hated Isabella. I resented her for always being better, for always being chosen, for always standing tall even when the world tried to break her. But not for a single moment did I truly wanted her to die.And yet, here she was, barely clinging to life—because of me.A shuddering breath escaped me as I pressed myself into the cold corner of the waiting room, watching silently as the people who love her pray desperately for her survival.Nicholas sat at the edge of the room, his hands pressed together, his knu

ISABELLA'S POV Six Months LaterSunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, painting soft golden patterns across the room. The sound of birds chirping outside drifted in with the warm morning breeze. I blinked against the brightness, slowly stretching beneath the covers.It's been half a year since I woke up from surgery, since I felt Nicholas’s hand on mine and heard him whispered my name like I was his entire world. Since I realized that, despite everything, I was still alive.And not just alive. Thriving.I pushed the blankets off and stepped toward the window, my movements no longer hesitant or weak. The first few weeks after the transplant had been grueling. My body had fought against exhaustion, against pain, against the overwhelming weight of recovering.But Nicholas had been there for all of it. Every doctor’s appointment. Every sleepless night. Every moment of doubt when I thought I wouldn’t make it.Now, my reflection in the glass wasn't of a fragile woman barely holding

DANIEL'S POV The guard’s voice grated against my ears as he approached my cell. “West, you’ve got a visitor.”A visitor? My heart skipped, but not from joy. Who could it be?Christabella’s face flashed in my mind and I beamed at the thought. Maybe she couldn’t resist the pull that bonded us together. Maybe, just maybe, she had come crawling back, realizing she still needed me. After all, she's head over heels for me.I rose to my feet, ignoring the ache in my bruised ribs, and followed the guard out of the cell block. My steps quickened as the thought of Christabella visiting me filled my mind.But as I stepped into the visitor's room and caught sight of the man waiting on the other side of the thick glass, my blood ran cold.Victor.That smug bastard sat there, his posture relaxed, his hands folded neatly on the table as if he owned the place. Rage bubbled up inside me.“You son of a bitch!” I roared, slamming my fists against the partition between us. The sound reverberated through