All Chapters of Married To My Ex's Ruthless Father: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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Chapter Forty-One

Isabella’s POVI was tired, not the kind of tired that sleep couldn’t fix. I was tired of reporters. Tired of court documents. Tired of family secrets.Tired of waking up every morning wondering what new disaster would be waiting for me.The investigation into the Blackwood conspiracy was still ongoing. Lawyers called every day. Detectives asked questions. The media continued to speculate about everything.Even when I tried not to read the headlines, they somehow found me.Everywhere I turned, there was another reminder that my life had become something I barely recognized.That morning, I sat in the dining room staring at a cup of coffee that had already gone cold.I wasn’t even drinking it. I was simply looking at it.The sound of footsteps pulled me from my thoughts.Damien entered the room.He looked surprisingly relaxed.Which immediately made me suspicious.I narrowed my eyes.“What are you smiling about?”His smile widened.“Get dressed.”I blinked.“What?”“Pack a bag.”I sta

Chapter Forty-Two

Isabella’s POVWhen Damien and I returned home from our weekend away, something had changed between us.It wasn’t dramatic. There was no grand announcement.But somehow, everything felt different.The walls we had spent months building around ourselves were finally gone.For the first time since our marriage began, we stopped acting like two people trapped in an agreement.We started acting like a husband and wife.The first change happened at breakfast.Before, Damien usually left for work before I woke up.Or I would eat alone while reading emails.We rarely sat together.Now, somehow, we always ended up at the same table.One morning, I walked into the dining room and found Damien making coffee.I stopped in the doorway.“You know the staff can do that, right?”He looked over his shoulder.“I know.”“Then why are you doing it yourself?”A smile appeared on his face.“Because I want to.”I laughed.“That’s surprisingly normal of you.”“I’m capable of being normal occasionally.”“Tha

Chapter Forty-Three

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

Chapter Forty-Four

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

Chapter Forty-Five

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

Chapter Forty-Six

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

Chapter Forty-Seven

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

Chapter Forty-Eight

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

Chapter Forty-Nine

Isabella’s PovThe pain hit me so suddenly that I dropped the glass I was holding, and it shattered on the kitchen floor. I gripped the counter and called out for Damien, my voice breaking in a way that scared even me.He came running from the other room, and the moment he saw my face, he knew something was wrong. “Isabella, what’s happening? Talk to me.”“It hurts,” I managed to say, pressing a hand to my stomach. “Damien, it really hurts.”“Okay, okay, I’ve got you.” He wrapped an arm around me and started walking me toward the door before I could even argue. “We’re going to the hospital right now.”“Maybe it’s nothing,” I said, even though I didn’t believe it myself.“I don’t care if it’s nothing,” he said, grabbing his keys with a shaking hand. “I’m not taking that chance with you or the baby.”In the car, he kept glancing over at me every few seconds, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. “Just breathe, sweetheart. We’re almost there. Stay with me.”“I’m scared,” I whispered.

Chapter Fifty

Isabella’s POVOnly a few days after that scare, I was standing in the living room folding a stack of tiny baby clothes when I felt something warm run down my legs. I froze, staring down at the floor, and it took me a second to understand what was actually happening.“Damien,” I called out, my voice shaking. “Damien, I think my water just broke.”He came rushing in from the hallway so fast he nearly slipped on the rug. “Wait, what? Right now?”“Yes, right now,” I said, gripping the back of the couch as the first real contraction hit me like a wave. “Damien, it hurts.”“Okay. Okay, we’re going. Right now.” His voice was steady, but I could see his hands trembling as he grabbed my bag from beside the door, the one we had packed weeks ago just in case. “Can you walk, or do you need me to carry you?”“I can walk,” I said through gritted teeth, “just stay close to me.”“I’m right here,” he said, wrapping an arm around my waist. “I’m not going anywhere.”The drive to the hospital felt like

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