登入Isabella’s POVThe laughter from the baby shower still echoed in my ears as Damien helped me into the car. My cheeks hurt from smiling so much, and my heart felt lighter than it had in months. For the first time since this pregnancy began, I had spent an entire afternoon surrounded by people who loved me without worrying about cameras, gossip, or the next scandal waiting around the corner.I rested one hand on my stomach and smiled.“I think our little one enjoyed today.”Damien glanced at me as he started the engine.“I think so too. I’ve never seen you laugh that much.”“I almost cried when Grandfather tried to guess the baby food flavors.”He chuckled.“I’ve never seen him lose a game so dramatically.”We both laughed again before silence settled comfortably between us. Damien reached across the center console and intertwined his fingers with mine.“You deserved today,” he said softly. “You’ve been through so much.”I turned to look at him.“So have you.”He simply smiled and brou
Isabella’s POVThe first thing I noticed when I stepped out of the elevator was the sound of laughter.It wasn’t loud enough to be overwhelming, but it echoed softly through the hallway of Blackwood Tower’s private event floor. I frowned and looked at Damien, who had insisted we come to the building after lunch even though he refused to tell me why.“You’ve been acting suspicious all morning,” I said, narrowing my eyes at him.He smiled innocently, though the amusement in his eyes immediately gave him away.“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”“You’ve checked your phone every five minutes.”“I’ve had work to do.”“You never smile at work messages.”He laughed quietly and slipped his fingers through mine.“I guess you’ll find out soon enough.”I shook my head.“If this is another business event, I’m going home.”“It isn’t.”“You promise?”“I promise.”There was something about the way he looked at me that made my curiosity grow. For the last week he had been making mysterious ph
Isabella’s PovEthan's request stayed in my mind every single day. I woke up thinking about it. I went to bed thinking about it. He wanted to be there when the baby was born. Not in the delivery room maybe, but nearby. Just there for the moment his child came into the world. It seemed simple. A father wanting to be present. But it felt impossible to me. I was torn in a way I had never been before.Ethan was the baby's biological father. That truth lived inside me. The baby was part of him. He had a right to want to be there. But Damien had held my hand through everything. Every craving. Every sleepless night. Every doctor's visit. Damien rubbed my swollen feet. He made me tea at three in the morning. He rearranged his entire life to stay close these final weeks. How could I say yes to Ethan without hurting him?I spent two full days thinking about it. I walked slowly through the garden. I felt the baby move with every step. I sat in the nursery and touched the soft blankets we had bou
Isabella’s PovI entered the final weeks of my pregnancy feeling like a balloon ready to pop. Everything felt heavier. My back ached all the time, my feet were swollen, and even simple walks left me tired. The baby moved constantly now, big kicks and rolls that reminded me every minute that our little one was almost here. Everyone around me became so protective. The guards at the gate checked every visitor twice. The house staff made sure I had fresh fruit and pillows everywhere. Even the doctor called more often to check on me.Damien was the most protective of all. He refused to let me attend any stressful events. When a family friend invited us to a small dinner, he politely said no. “You need calm, not small talk,” he told me gently. I tried to argue at first, but he was right. My body felt too worn out for anything extra. He rearranged his whole schedule to be home every evening. No more late nights at the office or long video calls. He came back by six o’clock, kicked off his
Isabella’s POVI never imagined I would wear a wedding dress twice.The first time, I had stood beside Damien because of a contract.I remembered how nervous I had been that day. My hands had been cold, my heart had been filled with uncertainty, and my mind had been occupied with rules, responsibilities, and expectations.I hadn’t known the man waiting for me at the altar.He had been distant, cold and impossible to read.Back then, I never thought I would one day fall in love with him.Yet here I was.Standing in front of a full-length mirror, wearing another white dress.This time, everything felt different.I wasn’t marrying a stranger.I was marrying the man who had slowly become my safest place.A soft knock sounded on the door before it opened.Claire stepped inside with a bright smile.She stopped walking the moment she looked at me.“Oh, Isabella…”Her eyes immediately became watery.“You look beautiful.”I laughed softly.“You’ve only seen me for two seconds.”“And that’s all
Isabella’s POVThe interview had ended almost an hour ago, but my heart was still racing.Every word I had spoken kept replaying in my mind.Damien is my husband. I chose him, and I will continue choosing him.I had said it in front of cameras, reporters, and millions of people watching online.For the first time since our marriage began, I hadn’t spoken because it was expected of me.I had spoken because it was true.As I walked through the lobby of Blackwood Tower, employees smiled at me. Some congratulated me quietly while others simply nodded with warm expressions. The tension that had followed us for months seemed to have disappeared.When the elevator doors opened, Damien was already waiting for me.He wasn’t wearing his usual cold expression.Instead, there was a softness in his eyes that I had never seen before.“You’ve been waiting here?” I asked with a smile.“For twenty-three minutes.”I laughed.“You counted?”“I counted every minute.”He reached for my hand, intertwining
Isabella's Pov I don’t know why I kept talking to him. Maybe it was because he didn’t look at me with pity. For the first time in hours, someone saw me as a real person instead of a problem.We talked for almost two hours. I didn’t go deep into my mess or say Ethan’s name. We just talked about sma
Isabella’s PovI opened the door with shaking hands. Ethan stood there under the porch light, looking just as tired as he had in the news clips. His eyes met mine first, soft and full of something I couldn’t quite read. Then Damien’s footsteps reached us, and the air changed in an instant.“Ethan,”
Isabella’s Pov The media frenzy grew worse with every passing day. Cameras flashed no matter where I went. Reporters shouted questions the second I stepped outside. My phone buzzed constantly with new headlines: “Blackwood Baby Drama!” and “Who’s the Real Father?” I couldn’t even look out a windo
Isabella's POV“You really think this baby is going to change anything, Isabella?” Ethan’s voice was cold and sharp. He stood in the middle of his fancy Manhattan penthouse office, the one I had helped design with the expensive walnut floors and big windows looking out over the city. “I’m engaged,







