All Chapters of CONVENIENT VOWS WITH THE BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ISABELLA'S POV Two days were all that was left before the deadline would be over, and even as I sat in my study room, going over Mr. Arlington's case, I couldn’t focus. My eyes skimmed over the words, but none of them registered. The pressure was unbearable. I haven't uncovered anything about James or Maggie, and that was because Nicholas told me to let him handle it.For the past few days, the scandal seemed to have quieted down. The hate-filled messages weren’t flooding in anymore, and my phone hasn't buzzed with another slanderous headline. Yet, the damage was there, and it ate at me.Letting Nicholas take control was new to me. Trusting someone so completely went against every instinct I had built to protect myself. The doubts were suffocating, clawing at my mind constantly.What if he doesn’t find anything? What if this is too big, even for him? What if, at the last moment, he turns his back on me?The rational part of me knew better. Nicholas wasn’t Daniel. He wouldn’t betray m

CHRISTABELLA'S POV The room was silent, but the tension was unbearable, like the air had turned to steel, pressing down on me until I could barely breathe. Father stood by the window, his back to us, one hand gripping the edge of the frame so tightly, his knuckles turned white, while the other held a glass of whiskey. He didn't said a word but his silence was worse than any yelling.“Father,” I called hesitantly “you wanted to see us?”Dominic turned slowly, his face eerily calm. He swirled the whiskey in his glass before placing it carefully on the desk. “Yes,” he said, his voice low and deliberate. “I’d like to know what the fuck is going on.”Daniel shifted beside me, his usual smugness replaced with unease. He cleared his throat and stepped forward. “Mr. Sterling, I can explain—”“No,” Father interrupted, “I don’t need explanations. I want the truth. What. The. Fuck. Is. Going. On?” Each word was said with a quiet menace that made my skin crawl.Daniel hesitated, glancing at me be

NICHOLAS POV I pace around my office, clutching my chest like some overdramatic fool. It's been happening every time I see her—every damn time. My heart races, my palms sweat, and I can't breathe like a normal person. I’ve never been one for drama, but right now? Right now, I’m seriously starting to think I’m dying.Maybe not dying... but something isn’t right.I glance at my phone and type out a message to my doctor: "Are there any warning signs of heart failure?""No, no, wait. That sounds too dramatic. I deleted it and started typing again: "What is the quickest way to get rid of tightness in your chest and shortness of breath?" Before I could press send, I looked up and saw Alex leaning against the doorframe, smirking at me like he’d been watching me suffer this entire time.“Didn’t know you were such a drama queen, Nick.” His grin widened. “You feeling alright?”I let out a sharp breath. “I think I’m having a heart attack, Alex. For real.”“Uh huh,” Alex said, clearly unconvince

ISABELLA'S POV Nicholas guided me to our seats near the front, his hand still resting on my lower back. The murmurs of the crowd softened as the lights dimmed, signaling the start of the evening.The master of ceremonies took the stage, his voice rich and commanding, welcoming everyone and introducing the night’s purpose. Speeches followed, delivered by prominent figures who spoke about innovation, leadership, and the weight of the achievements being celebrated tonight.I leaned back slightly in my chair, soaking in the atmosphere. The soft hum of the speakers, the polite applause, and the occasional clinking of glasses formed a symphony of sophistication. Nicholas sat beside me, silent.But as one of the speakers concluded, I felt it—a sudden pressure on the back of my hand.Nicholas’ hand had moved, his fingers brushing over mine before resting lightly against the surface of my skin. My breath hitched, the unexpected contact sending a ripple of warmth through me.His thumb moved, t

NICHOLAS POV The moment I recognized the truth, a wave of revulsion coursed through me, stronger and more intense than before. My skin recoiled and I felt the unmistakable feeling of bugs crawling into my skin. This wasn't just some random woman. It was her. The realization snapped something inside me. My hand shot out, gripping her throat before she could react. With a burst of strength fueled by my fury and disgust, I slammed her against the wall. The thud echoed in the room and she whimpered, her hands clasping my wrist. "What the fuck do you think you're trying to do, Christabella?" I snarled, my voice low and lethal. Her eyes widened in horror, her pretense crumbling entirely. The confident smile she had worn earlier disappeared, replaced by panic as she struggled to breath through the intensity of my grip. "N...Ni...cho...las..." She choked, her voice trembling but I tightened my hold slightly, cutting her off."I asked you a question, Christabella!" I growled, my jaw clenc