All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE’S FAKE GIRL: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Isabella’s POVDarkness surrounded me, pulling me into its depths. I felt weightless, trapped between consciousness and oblivion. Snippets of memories from my past played like a haunting slideshow in my mind—the fire, the screams, the smell of smoke, and my mother’s voice calling out to me.“Isabella, stay strong,” her voice echoed in my head, warm yet distant.I wanted to respond, to say I was sorry, but no words came. A sudden, calming presence washed over me, breaking through the haze. I couldn’t make out the words, but the voice was soothing and familiar, like a lifeline pulling me back.****Noah’s POV*****Watching Isabella lay motionless in the hospital bed was agonizing. Her pale face and the rhythmic beeping of the monitors filled me with a helplessness I’d never experienced before.“Isabella,” I whispered, squeezing her hand gently. “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”The room was quiet except for the hum of machines. My thoughts raced as I pieced together the events of t

Hennessy’s POVI stormed out of the hospital, heels clicking sharply against the pristine tiled floor. Noah’s words echoed in my head like a relentless drumbeat.“You’re no longer a part of J-Enterprises.”He thought he could strip me of my power that easily? Oh, how wrong he was. He may think he’s the king of his little empire, but I’ve always been the queen in this game, and I’ve never lost.Sliding into my car, I clenched my fist until my knuckles turned white. I refused to let him win. He didn’t know the lengths I was willing to go to for what I wanted. And what I wanted was Noah Jake.“Miss Lang, are you alright?” my driver, Simon, asked cautiously.I shot him a glare through the rearview mirror. “Drive. Just drive.”As the car pulled away from the hospital, I took out my phone and dialed a familiar number. The line rang twice before it connected.“Miss Lang,” a smooth male voice greeted on the other end.“Richard, I need you to dig into Noah Jake. Find out everything. His compan

Isabella’s POVThe next morning, I woke up feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. Today, I would finally be stepping outside after being cooped up in Noah’s penthouse for over a week.I glanced at the clock—8:00 AM. Stretching my limbs, I forced myself out of bed and headed to the bathroom. After a quick shower, I dressed in a simple white blouse and high-waisted jeans. My silver hair was slightly damp, cascading down my shoulders as I ran a brush through it.A knock on the door made me turn.“Come in,” I called, expecting Joyce.Instead, Noah strolled in, dressed in a crisp black suit, looking as effortlessly handsome as ever.“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” he teased, leaning against the doorframe.I rolled my eyes. “It’s eight in the morning, Noah.”“Exactly. I expected you up an hour ago,” he said with a smirk. “Your new bodyguard has arrived.”That got my attention. “Really?”He nodded. “Come meet her.”I followed Noah into the living room, where a tall, athletic-looking w

Noah’s POVThe moment I stepped into my office, the chaos hit me like a hurricane. My assistant, was practically vibrating with anxiety as she rushed toward me, phone in hand.“Mr. Jake, the media is relentless. Your PR team is already on it, but—”I held up a hand, cutting her off. “Not now.”Pushing open the door to my office, I strode inside and slammed it shut. I needed a moment to think. A moment to breathe.But there was no time for that.My phone vibrated on my desk, another call coming through. My jaw clenched as I saw Isabella’s name on the screen. My fingers hovered over the answer button before I exhaled sharply and picked up.“Noah,” her voice was small, shaken. “What is happening?”I pinched the bridge of my nose. “I’m handling it.”Her silence was deafening. I could hear the tremor in her breath before she finally spoke. “Is it true?”I shut my eyes. I knew what she was asking. I had read the reports, seen the headlines, listened to the whispered accusations that were no

Noah’s POVI walked away from Isabella, my fingers tightening around my phone as I answered the call.“What?” I snapped.“The deal is falling apart,” my assistant voice came through the line. “Lang is making moves faster than we anticipated.”I turned slightly, my eyes flickering back to Isabella. She stood near the bar, her arms wrapped around herself, looking fragile but fierce. Hennessy had gotten to her, planted doubt in her mind. I couldn’t allow that.“Keep a close watch on her,” I ordered. “I’ll handle this.”I ended the call and took a deep breath before turning back to Isabella. Her gaze met mine the moment I approached, uncertainty swirling in those deep brown eyes of hers.She was questioning me.I had to fix this.“Noah,” she said softly as I stopped in front of her. “Tell me the truth. What aren’t you telling me?”Her vulnerability was like a blade to my chest. I reached for her hand, but she pulled back slightly, hesitation flickering in her expression.“Come with me,” I