Lahat ng Kabanata ng CONVENIENT VOWS WITH THE BILLIONAIRE : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

ISABELLA'S POV I couldn't stop shivering.I stepped out of the bathroom, tying the belt of my robe securely around my waist as the cool air of the room kissed my damp skin. My hair was still wet, and I used a towel to pat it dry, though my hands trembled faintly. The heat of the water had soothed some of the tension, but not enough. My heart still pounded, though slower now,I barely had time to gather my thoughts when the bedroom door swung open with a loud bang. Startled, I froze. Nicholas stood there, his chest rising and falling as though he had run all the way here.Our eyes met, and for a moment, neither of us moved. He looked… disheveled, his shirt rumpled, his hair a mess. His eyes, though, were what caught me. The worry and softness in them made my chest tighten.“Nicholas?” My racing heart gradually slowed “What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in a meeting with Mr. Arlington?”He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he crossed the room in three long strides and

NICHOLAS POV The front door closed with a muted click behind me, but the house felt too quiet. My shoes echoed faintly on the hardwood floors as I headed upstairs, my fists clenching and unclenching at my sides.The living area was empty, and so was the bedroom. When I didn’t find her there either, I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair. She must be in the library—again. That’s where she’d spent most of her time since the incident, retreating into its quiet solace to recover herself.Removing the gloves slowly, I tossed them into the bathroom sink. My hands were steady, but the faint tremor in my jaw betrayed my restraint. I turned on the tap, letting the water run cool, and shoved my hands under the stream.Victor had always been a thorn in my side. A pathetic excuse for a man clinging to power he didn’t deserve. His attempts to sabotage me were as predictable as they were ineffective—undermining deals, spreading false rumors, and trying to sway the board against me. I wa

ISABELLA'S POV Nicholas was seated at his desk, but he wasn’t working. Papers were spread out before him, and he was meticulously aligning their edges, over and over again. Once the stack was perfectly straight, he picked up a pen and began clicking it open and closed, his brow furrowed in intense concentration.When the pen slipped from his fingers and rolled onto the floor, his jaw tightened, and he immediately crouched to pick it up. But instead of simply placing it back on the desk, he began scrubbing at the spot where it had fallen, as if trying to erase its very existence.I stepped into the room, my voice barely above a whisper. “Mr. Montgomery?”He didn’t respond. His focus was entirely on the task in front of him, his breathing shallow and quick.“Mr. Montgomery,” I said again, louder this time.His head snapped up, his eyes meeting mine for a brief second before darting away. “Go back to bed, Isabella,” he said curtly, his voice cold.I didn’t move. I couldn’t, as I watched

NICHOLAS POV The dream starts the same way it always does.I’m standing in the park, the cool night air brushing against my skin. The fireworks explode above me, brilliant bursts of light that seem to set the sky on fire. For a fleeting moment, everything feels... right.I turn, and there he is.He was smiling—really smiling, not the pale imitation he wore for everyone else. His eyes, once the brightest blue, now dulled and hollow, lit up with fleeting joy. His bald head reflected the bursts of light in the sky, and for once, he didn’t look like he was dying. He looked... alive."Thank you, Nicholas," he says, his voice fragile, as though it might shatter. "I just... wanted to see this. Before..."Before? My chest tightens."Don’t say that," I whisper. "We’re just here to enjoy the fireworks, remember?"He nods, but there’s something in his gaze—sadness.Then, the chaos begins. A loud gunshot rang through the air. The distant sound of shouting grows louder. The crowd started surging

DANIEL'S POVThe dim, pulsing lights of Club Vertigo painted the walls in hues of crimson and shadow. Smoke curled lazily in the air, mingling with the bass-heavy music pounding through the speakers. I sat in my usual booth at the far end of the room in the VIP section, where I could observe everything without interruption. My glass of whiskey swirled lazily in my hand, my gaze fixed on the stage.Strippers spun on the pole with practiced grace, their bodies twisting and arching seductively. My lips curled into a smirk, my confidence at an all-time high. I sipped my drink, the burn of the alcohol warming me from the inside out. This is where I belonged. It feels so good returning to the club since the scandal Isabella unleashed at my empire launch—humiliating me in front of my potential investors. But tonight, that humiliation feels like a distant memory.One of the strippers locked eyes with me, her lips curling into a wicked smile. She stepped off the stage, her stiletto heels clic