All Chapters of Married To My Ex's Ruthless Father: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Chapter Twenty-One

Isabella’s povThe first thing I felt was pain.Then voices bleeding through the fog—clinical and urgent, layered over each other like a bad radio signal.“Her vitals are stable.”“Move her carefully.”“She is pregnant. Be gentle.”I tried to open my eyes, but my body felt weighted down, as if the world had turned to concrete around me. Someone was holding my hand. The touch was familiar, warm in a way that made my chest tighten. I recognized it before I could place the person.“Bella…”That voice. Ethan.My eyes snapped open to fluorescent lights and the steady beeping of machines. White walls. The sterile smell of a hospital. Ethan sat beside my bed like he’d been waiting there for hours, maybe longer, his expression caught between relief and something darker I couldn’t quite name.“What are you doing here?” I whispered, my throat dry as paper.He leaned forward immediately, all concern. “You fainted.”“I figured that out.” My voice came out sharper than I intended. “Why do you care

Chapter Twenty-Two

Isabella's POVThe room felt colder after Ethan left.Damien still stood near the bed, but something about him had changed. I could feel it immediately—a shift in the air, like he was carrying something heavy that he didn't know how to put down."Say it," I whispered.He didn't move."Damien. What did Ethan mean?"Nothing. Just the sound of the machines beeping in the background, like a countdown to something I wasn't ready for.I tried to sit up again, but the room tilted. My head spun."Stop," he said, and there was something in his voice that made me listen."Then answer me."He finally looked at me, and his eyes were dark. Not the cold, sharp darkness I knew—this was something different. Tired. Like he'd been carrying this for longer than he wanted to admit."I went to see someone before I came here," he said quietly.My stomach dropped. "Who?"He hesitated, and that hesitation told me more than any words could. It hurt more than the actual answer."Celeste."The name hit like a p

Chapter Twenty-Three

Isabella’s POVThe footsteps came closer, and my heart pounded hard. Gabriel immediately stepped in front of my bed while the security guards moved toward the door. For a second, nobody spoke. Then a nurse walked inside carrying a tablet, and everyone froze.The nurse looked confused. “Is everything okay?”I let out a slow breath. “Yes.”The guards exchanged embarrassed looks while Gabriel rubbed his forehead. “Wonderful. We are all losing our minds.”The nurse handed me the tablet. “A woman left this for you downstairs.”My stomach tightened. “Who?”“She didn’t say.”The moment the door closed, Gabriel took the tablet from my hands. “Let me see it first.”“Gabriel—”“No arguments.”He powered it on carefully, and a video file immediately appeared on the screen. No name. No sender. Just one video. Gabriel frowned. “That is not suspicious at all.”“Play it.”He hesitated, then pressed the screen. The video started dark and shaky, recorded from far away. I frowned at the blurred images

Chapter Twenty-Four

Isabella’s POV“No.” The word left my mouth before I could stop it. The television screen kept showing Sophia surrounded by reporters, cameras flashing everywhere. A police officer held her arm, and she looked terrified. “No,” I repeated, grabbing the remote to turn up the volume.“…suspected involvement in a financial investigation connected to Blackwood Holdings…”My ears started ringing. “What investigation?” I whispered.Gabriel looked shocked while Damien immediately pulled out his phone. “This is impossible.”I looked at him. “Do something.”“I am.”His fingers moved quickly across the screen, but nobody answered his first call, or his second, or his third. My heart kept sinking lower. Sophia hated business and barely understood corporate politics. There was no way she was involved in any of this.“She’s innocent,” I said.“I know,” Damien replied.“Then why are they arresting her?”Nobody had an answer. The television continued: “…sources claim confidential information was tran

Chapter Twenty-Five

Isabella's POVThe silence after the call was unbearable. I stood there frozen, unable to move, unable to think. My mother. That sentence kept repeating in my head over and over, like a broken record I couldn't stop.Damien was the first to speak, his voice sharp and final. "No. That is not true.""Agreed," Gabriel added quickly.But I couldn't move. I felt like the floor had disappeared beneath me, leaving me suspended in something thick and airless. "Say something," Damien said, stepping closer and looking directly at me. I tried to respond, but my throat felt dry, my tongue heavy in my mouth. "I… I don't understand."My mother died when I was sixteen. A car accident. That's what I was told. That's what I'd believed. Always.Damien stepped closer, and when I finally met his eyes, his expression softened slightly. "Someone is trying to break you," he said.I shook my head, the words tumbling out. "But why my mother?"Gabriel answered carefully, his voice measured. "Because they want

Chapter Twenty-Six

Isabella's POVMy body felt numb. Damien didn't move. Ethan and his father were downstairs, together, asking for Project Hollow. The implications of that single fact sat heavy in my chest.Gabriel broke the silence first, his voice tight with concern. "This is getting out of control."Damien finally spoke, his tone clipped and authoritative. "Lock this floor down."The guard nodded quickly and ran out without another word.I looked at Damien, needing answers, needing something to make sense of the chaos unfolding around us. "You are not answering me," I said quietly.He didn't look at me. "Not now.""That is all you ever say lately."He finally turned to face me, his eyes tense and guarded. "Isabella, this is not the moment.""When is the moment?" I asked, frustration bleeding into my voice.Silence.That familiar silence again. The one that had become as much a part of our conversations as actual words. I was beginning to hate it.Footsteps echoed outside the room—heavy, multiple peo

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Damien’s POVThe room went completely dark. Every monitor died. Every light disappeared. For a second, nobody moved, and then Isabella’s hand found mine. I held it immediately.“Stay close to me.”The intercom crackled again. “Hello, Isabella Hart.” The unfamiliar voice sounded calm. Too calm.Gabriel stepped forward. “Who the hell is that?”No answer came. The voice simply continued. “We finally found you.”Richard looked around the room, and for the first time since arriving, he seemed uneasy. Interesting. Very interesting.“What is this?” Ethan demanded.The voice laughed softly. “A family reunion.”Security rushed in carrying flashlights, their beams cutting through the darkness. One landed on Isabella, another on me, another on Richard. The voice returned. “There you are.”My instincts sharpened immediately. Whoever this was, they wanted Isabella. Not me. Not Blackwood Holdings. Her. I pulled her closer.“You are staying behind me.”She looked up at me. “What is happening?”“I do

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Damien’s POVNobody spoke. The image of Clara’s grave stayed on the screen, the man holding the shovel standing completely still—like he knew we were watching, like he wanted us to watch. My heart was pounding harder than it had in years.Clara. My wife. My dead wife. How was she connected to any of this?Gabriel finally broke the silence. “We need to go.”I nodded. “Now.”Richard immediately stepped forward. “No one is going anywhere.”I turned toward him. “Move.”His eyes narrowed. “You still don’t understand what is happening.”“Then explain it.”“You are being manipulated.”I laughed—for the first time in a long time, a cold laugh that echoed through the room.“Coming from you, that means nothing.”Richard’s jaw tightened. Victor quietly moved toward the door, and I noticed immediately. “Where are you going?”He froze. “Nowhere.”“Stay where you are.”His face darkened. Interesting. Very interesting.Ethan looked between all of us. “This is insane.”Gabriel grabbed his phone. “I a

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Isabella’s POVThe cemetery suddenly felt too cold.A strong wind moved through the trees, making the branches sway above us. The evening sky had darkened, and the flashing police lights painted everything in shades of red and blue.I stared at the television screen on the detective’s phone.Still Alive.The words refused to leave my mind.My mother’s name was there.Right beside Clara Blackwood’s.My hands started trembling.“This has to be a mistake.”Nobody answered.I looked at Damien.He looked just as shocked as I felt.For once, the powerful billionaire had no answers.Gabriel cleared his throat.“We need to be careful.”“Careful?” I asked.My voice rose slightly.“My mother is apparently alive.”“I know.”“And Clara might be alive too.”“I know.”I pointed toward the screen.“Then how am I supposed to stay calm?”Gabriel sighed heavily.“You are not.”For a moment, nobody spoke.The air felt thick around us.Then Damien took my hand.His grip was warm and steady.“We will find

Chapter Thirty

Damien’s POVThe screen in front of us showed Clara’s face. Alive.Smiling softly into the camera.My hands tightened into fists.This wasn’t possible.I buried her.I mourned her.I spent years learning how to live without her.Yet there she was.Looking exactly like the woman I remembered.Beside me, Isabella reached for my hand.The simple touch pulled me back to reality.I looked down at her.Concern filled her beautiful eyes.My chest tightened.Even with everything happening around us, she was worried about me.“Damien.”Her voice was gentle.“Look at me.”Slowly, I did.“You okay?”I almost laughed.Nothing about this situation was okay.But seeing her face somehow made breathing easier.“I don’t know.”She squeezed my hand.“Whatever happens, we will deal with it.”The word settled deeply inside my chest.For years I handled every problem alone.Every loss.Every betrayal.Every nightmare.Now she stood beside me through all of it.The realization hit me harder than expected.

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