All Chapters of CONVENIENT VOWS WITH THE BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

NICHOLAS'S POV A knock came in my study room and the door slowly opened. I could already tell it was Odessa by the sound of her footsteps. My fingers which were clicking continuously on my keyboard paused, anticipating what she wanted to tell me."She's awake Nicholas and she's demanding to see you" Odessa reported, standing by the door. I only nodded and she left without another word. A few minutes later, I stood up and left. I paused at the threshold of the guest room, my eyes instantly finding her. She was up, moving about, touching everything like a curious child. I stood by, watching as her fingers brushed over the curtains, her brows furrowing slightly."Brocade" She mumbled, much to my surprise. "I see you're awake" I said breaking the silence. She flinched, her head snapping toward me. Her eyes widened slightly when they landed on me. They moved slowly, from my face to my top which hugged my body a bit, making my muscles bulge, down to my grey sweatpants. I noticed the way

NICHOLAS POV TAPTap, Tap, Tap... My fingers drummed four times against the armrest of the leather chair in Dr. Fiona Clarke’s office.It’s been five days since Isabella moved in, and my mansion has been anything but the same. My once quiet, cold sanctuary now feels invaded, as if her presence alone is enough to disrupt the carefully maintained order in my life. Even Odessa has taken a liking to her. Five days ago was also the last time I saw her. That is how long I've managed to avoid her. It was out of cowardice, no. It was a strategy.I needed time to gather my thoughts together. Having her move in was a huge decision and I wanted to some time to myself. To figure what was happening to me when it comes to her and to regain control of my mind.Across from me, Fiona Clarke tilted her head slightly, studying me for some time before speaking up."What's with the sudden visit, Mr. Montgomery? We don't have a session today" She gave her usual warm smile. "I believe I can come wheneve

ISABELLA'S POV Days flew by, and before I knew it, a week had passed since the incident. Since that day, Nicholas and I hadn’t talked about what happened. I wasn’t ready to face it, unwilling to relive the horror that gripped me that day, and he, as though he understood, didn’t push the matter. Things settled back into how they were the moment we returned home. We avoided each other—or rather, I avoided Nicholas because I couldn’t bear to face him after he’d seen me in that vulnerable state. He, on the other hand, didn’t seem to care much and didn’t press me. I didn’t expect him to. If anything, I was grateful he’d saved me, even if it was just to fulfil the terms of our contract. My reflection in the mirror stared back at me. The champagne gown I wore featured a deep V neckline adorned with fancy sequins and beadwork that shimmered under the light. The gown hugged my figure perfectly, cascading into a soft, floor-sweeping hem with a bold slit at the front. My hair was styled in a

ISABELLA'S POV The world seemed to fall silent the instant Nicholas' lips met mine. I froze, my eyes growing wide, caught off guard by the warmth of his touch. His lips, soft yet firm moved against mine deliberately and gently. The faint scent of his cologne enveloped me, mingling with the sensation of his hand brushing against my back, pulling me closer. My body vibrated, heat running through my veins. I didn't mean to respond but my body betrayed me and I leaned into him, my hand instinctively grasping the front of his suit for support. But he pulled out almost immediately and his eyes met mine, intense and searching, as if he was trying to read every thought racing through my mind. My lips tingled, the feeling of his lips still lingering as I try to catch my breath. I swallowed hard, my voice failing me as I tried to speak. Nicholas leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear and sending a sensation down between my legs. "Your family is watching" He whispered. The sound of appla

NICHOLAS POV The boardroom was silent except for the quiet hum of the air conditioning. Eleven faces stared back at me, some curious, others skeptical. The inherit committee had gathered, their power reflecting in their sharp suits. At the end of the table, sat him, Victor Montgomery, his glare more intense than the rest.I sat at the head of the table, unbothered by their gazes. This wasn't the first time being scrutinized and it certainly wouldn't be the last."Mr. Montgomery" Mr. Wills, the committee head, who had served as my grandfather's legal advisor for decades began. "We called this meeting to address recent developments regarding your engagement with Miss Isabella Sterling"I inclined my head slightly, leaning back in my chair. "Your sudden engagement has raised some questions among the committee. While it fulfills the marriage clause outlined in your grandfather's will, the timing has drawn some concerns""Concerns?" I repeated, my tone neutral. Another man, Mr. Hughes ju