All Chapters of THE Billionaire's Hidden Bride : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The heavy rain pounded the streets of New York, its relentless rhythm echoing in the distance as Isabella Carter stepped onto the slick pavement. The cold night air cut through her thin coat, and every droplet that splashed against her face felt like a reminder of the turmoil in her heart. Tonight, the world she once knew was crumbling—her father's company, Carter Holdings, had been drowning in debt ever since her stepmother Vivian's reckless spending left them vulnerable. And now, with creditors knocking at the door and her family's legacy at stake, Isabella had no choice but to accept a fate that felt more like a sentence than salvation.She approached the towering glass building of Kingston Enterprises with trepidation. Every step she took was weighted with desperation and the lingering taste of betrayal. Inside, the opulence was in stark contrast to the despair churning within her. Golden chandeliers, polished marble floors, and an air of cold efficiency greeted her as she made he

The pounding of footsteps in the hallway sent a jolt of adrenaline through Isabella’s veins. Someone was coming. Not Jason’s men. Not Alexander’s allies. Something worse. Jason cursed under his breath. “You want to save him?” He glanced at Isabella before nodding toward the door. “Then move.” Alexander let out a ragged breath, his free hand pressing against the wound in his side. “We don’t have time for this,” he gritted out. Isabella’s grip on the gun remained firm, but for the first time, uncertainty crept into her thoughts. Jason had just shot Alexander—but now he was helping him? Why? She had no time to dwell on it. The door handle rattled. “Move!” Jason hissed. Isabella didn’t need to be told twice. She bolted toward Alexander, slipping her arm around his waist just as Jason did the same on the other side. The moment her hand brushed Alexander’s blood-soaked shirt, reality slammed into her. He was hurt. Badly. Jason reached into his jacket and pulled out a gun

The weight of Dante’s words followed Isabella long after she left his office."Think carefully about whose side you’re on."The cryptic warning gnawed at her, sending her mind into a storm of doubts. She had spent years surviving on instinct, but now, for the first time, she wasn’t sure who the enemy really was.As she walked through the dimly lit hallways of the safe house, her fingers twitched at her sides. Dante wasn’t a man to throw around empty threats. He knew something.The question was—what?But as she reached the door, something else caught her attention.Muffled voices.Low. Tense.She paused, pressing her ear against the door.Jason’s voice—sharp, but controlled. "You think I meant to shoot you?"A pause. Then Alexander’s voice, quieter but laced with steel. "You hesitated. That’s what got me shot."Jason scoffed. "I hesitated because I didn’t know who the hell to trust in that moment."Alexander let out a humorless chuckle. "Right. And now?"Silence.Then Jason muttered, "

The night air was thick with tension as Isabella stood in the center of Alexander’s hidden mansion, her heart pounding against her ribs. Jason’s arrival had confirmed what she feared—Dante’s disappearance wasn’t random. It was calculated. And whoever took him wanted to send a message. But that wasn’t the only thing haunting her. Her father’s sins were creeping into the light, forcing her to face a past she never understood. Alexander had known the truth all along. He had married her with secrets buried deep beneath his cold exterior, and now, she was tangled in a world where trust was a luxury she could no longer afford. Alexander paced the room, his presence commanding, his sharp mind already calculating their next move. His men stood around him like shadows—Marcus, Damien, and Nikolai—all waiting for orders. Jason crossed his arms, eyes locked onto Alex. “We need to move fast. If James Michelle was Dante’s last contact, then he’s already a target. If Callum gets to him first

Callum’s words sliced through the air like a blade, leaving behind a suffocating silence. Isabella’s breath caught. If Adrian Costa wasn’t after her, then who? Alexander’s grip on his gun tightened, his voice razor-sharp. “Talk.” Callum smirked, rolling his shoulders despite the blood caked on his face. “Now, Kingston, you know me better than that. I never give something for nothing.” Jason cocked his gun and pressed it hard against Callum’s skull. “Then let’s make it nothing.” Callum chuckled, completely unfazed. “Please. If you were going to kill me, you’d have done it already.” His bruised gaze flickered toward Isabella, his lips curling slightly. That look.Like he knew something she didn’t. She hated it. Alexander moved swiftly, dangerously, his presence thick with warning. “Who is Adrian going after?” Callum sighed, dragging it out before his smirk deepened. “He’s after your brother.” The world shifted. Alexander froze. His expression was unreadable,