Chapter 119
No.1
"Say yes! Say yes! Say yes!"
The chant started with one person then spread like wildfire.
Soon the entire venue echoed with thunderous demands.
Isabella prepared to reject him immediately.
Then her eyes caught something hidden within the roses.
A photograph nestled among the thorns.
It showed her lying on an operating table.
Her pregnant belly swollen beneath surgical lights.
Alexander deliberately brought this photograph.
His gaze remained steady, lips curling triumphantly.
No.2
"Isabella, please accept my proposal."
His tone sounded pleading but carried hidden menace.
Only they understood the unspoken threat.
Her face drained of all color.
He blackmailed her with this incriminating evidence.
Rejecting him meant he would expose the photograph.
She had buried those painful memories years ago.
Forced herself to forget that traumatic period.
Now it resurfaced as leverage against her.
If this photograph became public knowledge…
No.3
The entire world would learn her secret.
Everyone would know she once carried a child.
No matter how strong she appeared…
She could not endure such humiliation publicly.
Christopher probably watched this broadcast.
What would her son think discovering this truth?
Would his illness relapse from the shock?
And Nathaniel…
Her mind swirled with chaotic emotions.
Meanwhile, Victoria watched from her hospital room.
No.4
Her fists clenched until knuckles turned white.
The IV needle tore from her skin.
Fresh blood trickled down her arm.
How could this happen?
Alexander proposing to Isabella?!
She loved him since their childhood days.
He struggled financially back then.
She never doubted his potential.
Her scheming served dual purposes.
Securing Montgomery inheritance benefited them both.
No.5
Becoming the legitimate heiress…
Acquiring family shares…
Marrying Alexander…
Solidifying his status…
Building their perfect life together…
Now he knelt before Isabella.
He discarded her completely.
Not one hospital visit since her admission.
Suddenly proposing to her rival!
Back at the Celestial Gala, Alexander remained kneeling.
No.6
His handsome features radiate confident expectation.
Isabella's eyes glazed with dull realization.
Must she accept him?
Was surrender her only option?
Accepting publicly meant binding herself to him permanently.
Isabella would never!
A strange glint flickered in Isabella's eyes. She stood before him and asked, "Are you certain you want to marry me? Have you truly understood your mistakes?"
"Yes." His reply was immediate and firm.
Isabella's lips curved into a smile. "Very well. I have three conditions. If you meet them, we can be married tonight," her voice rang clear and elegant.
Alexander's brows furrowed. An uneasy feeling settled in his chest. Three conditions? What could she possibly demand?
No.7
Meanwhile, at Ravencliff...
Roland Graves had expected Isabella's swift arrival. He didn't anticipate the luxury car that screeched to a halt, kicking up clouds of dust. "That must be her!" one of his men shouted. "Get into position!"
Everyone stood alert, their gazes sharp and wary. The car door swung open. Polished leather shoes touched the ground first, followed by long, refined legs.
Even without seeing his face, his commanding presence was undeniable. The man emerged fully and shut the door with a sharp motion.