Abandoned Ugly to Stunning Beauty: Pursued by the Top Billionaire

"Miss Isabella Anderson, you're pregnant."

The doctor's words were like a bolt of lightning, jolting the drowsy Isabella awake, her eyes wide with shock. "...What?"

How was that possible?

Although she was nineteen, she had never had any intimate relations with any man!

The doctor handed her the test results.

"It's been four months already. Your health condition doesn't permit an abortion; you'll have to carry the baby to term."

Isabella returned home in a daze. Her father, Lucas Anderson, harshly reprimanded her and checked the surveillance footage, only to find that four months ago, due to her poor health, she had been obediently staying at home, never leaving.

However, the outside world didn't believe this. People mocked her in private:

"She's still making excuses about not having an affair with a random man. The Mitchell family is really pitiful to be engaged to someone like her!"

"She's fat and ugly, and her family background isn't great. Getting engaged to the Mitchell family was a stroke of luck for her. Now that she's pregnant out of wedlock, the Mitchell family will surely call off the engagement, right?"

Amidst the speculation, Dylan Mitchell visited the Anderson family.

By then, Isabella's belly was already huge, her eight-month pregnancy bump obscuring her feet.

In the study, Lucas cautiously asked, "Mr. Mitchell, are you here to call off the engagement?"

Dylan's response was unexpected: "...No, my grandfather doesn't agree!"

The Mitchell family was a top-tier wealthy family, while the Anderson family was merely middle-class. Seizing the opportunity to call off the engagement would be reasonable, and no one would blame the Mitchells.

The more Dylan thought about it, the angrier he became. He roared, "I've always found her pig face disgusting, and now she's carrying another man's child. Why should I be the one to clean up this mess?"

Lucas immediately assured, "Mr. Mitchell, don't worry. As soon as she gives birth, I'll get rid of the child!"

Isabella, who had been silent, suddenly looked up. "No."

In the past few months, she had moved from confusion and bewilderment to reluctantly accepting reality. Every day she felt the baby's heartbeat more clearly and had developed a deep affection for the child.

The child was innocent and couldn't be abandoned.

She wanted to call off the engagement!

But at that moment, she suddenly felt a series of pains and contractions in her abdomen. She was going into labor!!

---

Five years later.

"Mommy, wake up. The plane is landing~"

The clear voice made Isabella open her eyes and she was greeted by the sight of a delicate, adorable little face.

Amelia blinked her big, grape-like eyes and rested her chin on her hands. "Mommy, are we going back to look for Daddy this time?"

Isabella stretched lazily and sat up from the comfortable business class seat. "You don't have a daddy."

Amelia Anderson sighed like a little adult. "I'm not three years old anymore, Mommy. I won't believe that nonsense. I couldn't have just popped out of a trash bin, could I?"

"..."

Isabella didn't respond. She tied up her long, wavy hair, revealing her tan skin, shapely nose, and rosy lips. Her slender figure made her a striking presence on the plane.

Amelia continued to grumble, "If we're not looking for Daddy, are we looking for my brother?"

Brother...

Isabella's eyes flashed with coldness.

Back then, she had actually given birth to twins. Lucas had ignored her wishes and had both babies taken away.

She had crawled off the delivery bed, using all her strength, and managed to save only Amelia.

After that, she had been at death's door.

If it hadn't been for her aunt Ella Cooper, who rushed back in time to take her abroad for treatment, she might not have survived.

In five years, her health finally recovered, and the obesity caused by hormone injections during her childhood had also been cured.

This return to the country was ostensibly to handle the formalities of the Mitchell family's agreement to call off the engagement.

But in truth, finding her lost child was her primary goal.

Half an hour later, the plane came to a stop.

Isabella had Amelia sit on the suitcase as she pushed it forward.

As soon as she turned on her phone, she received a call. A lively, slightly teasing voice came through: "Anti, you better watch out!"

Isabella replied indifferently, "Why?"

"Asher Perez, the head of the most powerful family, is gathering your personal information globally. He won't stop until he finds you!" The voice held a hint of schadenfreude.

Isabella: "...Oh."

"Anti, you managed to avoid him while abroad, but now that you're back, you can't escape! As the most renowned surgeon, can't you just treat his grandmother? I hear Asher is generous and quite a handsome guy. Maybe you could end up in a touching love story!"

Isabella yawned lazily.

The first family was vast and complex, and treating a patient could easily entangle her in power struggles. Why would she get involved in the intrigues of a top-tier wealthy family?

This return was to find her son; she couldn't afford any distractions.

As Isabella neared the airport exit, she suddenly spotted a familiar figure in the reception area. She casually remarked, "Such a beauty is wasted on me."

After hanging up the call, she tossed her phone into her pocket and lowered her gaze, her eyes cold.

She hadn't expected to run into an old acquaintance so soon.

Standing in a prominent spot at the airport exit was a man in a suit, looking somewhat more mature than five years ago. It was her fiancé, Dylan Mitchell.

At that moment, he was holding a sign, standing impatiently and grumbling, "Where the hell is that fat woman?"

The butler behind him spoke up, "Mr. Mitchell, please be patient. Your grandfather specifically instructed that even if the engagement is to be broken off, it should be done gracefully."

Dylan frowned, looking irritated.

"Patient? She was so fat before, and after having a kid, she's probably even fatter. She must be desperate not to break off the engagement. How unlucky am I to be entangled with someone like her?"

These words fell on Isabella's ears, but she didn't even bat an eye.

For the past five years, she had repeatedly asked to break off the engagement, but both the Anderson and Mitchell families had refused. Who was really doing the entangling here?

She had no interest in dealing with this man and planned to leave with Amelia immediately.

Dylan, having finished his rant, turned around and was suddenly struck by the sight before him!

The woman emerging from the airport was stunningly beautiful, her appearance dazzling. The moment she appeared, it seemed to brighten the entire airport.

As she walked closer, Dylan straightened up, adjusted his luxurious suit, and flashed a confident smile.

"Excuse me, miss, may I know your name?"

At that moment, he looked like a peacock proudly displaying its feathers.

Isabella paused, looking at him with a chilly gaze.

"Isabella Anderson."

"Isabella Anderson."

Amelia, who had been engrossed in a mobile game, pointed at the sign Dylan was holding and read the name aloud with her childish voice, excitedly asking, "Did I read it correctly?"

Amelia had grown up abroad and was currently learning to read.

Isabella ruffled her hair, her voice clear and pleasant, "Yes, you did."

Dylan was momentarily dazzled by her inadvertent smile.

Since when did Verdantwood City have such a stunning beauty? She was even more gorgeous than the actresses on TV!

Isabella was unfazed by his heated gaze. Instead, Amelia blinked innocently and asked, "Gentlemen, are you here to pick up..."

"Us?" She hadn't finished the sentence when Dylan hastily tossed the sign behind him, cutting her off, "Of course not, little girl. I have nothing to do with that fat woman."

Amelia's big eyes flashed with disdain.

"You're really pitiful. So young and already blind."

How could her mommy be fat?!

Dylan was taken aback by her words, giving Isabella the perfect opportunity to stride coldly out of the terminal.

Dylan wanted to chase after her, but his assistant held him back.

"Mr. Mitchell, don't forget your grandfather's instructions."

Dylan grumbled as he watched Isabella's retreating figure, "If that ugly duckling were half as beautiful as this lady, I wouldn't have minded what happened back then, and I wouldn't be breaking off the engagement!"

---

At the Perez Group's Empire hotel.

In the presidential suite, after Amelia had fallen asleep, Isabella finally looked at her phone. There were seven or eight missed calls from the Anderson family.

She called back, and Lucas's angry voice blasted through the phone, "Isabella, what are you doing?! Why didn't you answer the phone? Didn't you want to break off the engagement? Then come back immediately and don't ruin your sister's engagement with Mr. Mitchell!"

Being able to connect with the Mitchell family was a golden opportunity Lucas wouldn't let slip, which was why he had insisted on keeping the engagement.

Now that the Mitchell family had finally agreed to let her half-sister Natalie Anderson marry into their family, it was a win-win for him, so both families had reached an agreement.

Isabella replied calmly, "I'll be back soon."

She left Amelia in the care of the nanny, Lillian, who had come back with them, and headed out.

While waiting for the elevator, she suddenly heard light footsteps.

Turning around, she saw her daughter standing in the elevator lobby, wearing a gray silk nightgown, her short hair tousled and her eyes sleepy.

Her daughter's short hair and delicate, adorable features made her look androgynous.

In the past, whenever Isabella went out, Amelia would always give her a loving hug.

So she didn't think much of it, instinctively crouching down to hug the child and planting a kiss on her forehead. Her voice was low but gentle:

"Sweetie, I'll bring you a mousse cake tonight. Now, go back to the room."

Her daughter's usually lively eyes seemed a bit dazed, probably still sleepy. Nodding in her mother's gaze, she turned and walked back.

This floor had only two top luxury presidential suites.

Besides their suite, the other was supposedly reserved by the Perez family and not open to the public, so it should be empty.

"Ding" - the elevator arrived.

Isabella stepped inside. She didn't see the other presidential suite door opening just then.

A tall, composed figure walked out, his back to the elevator. His deep voice, filled with authority, commanded the child, "Charles, go back to the room."

Five-year-old Charles Perez stared in the direction of the elevator.

The soft embrace and kiss on his forehead from the woman earlier had made him blush.

Charles Perez's little face tightened.

He had been raised with strict discipline, even his meals calculated for nutritional value.

Usually so restrained, he suddenly had a strong craving. "I want to eat mousse cake."

Asher glanced at him, lifting him with one hand and taking him back inside.

His presence exuded a chilling aura, unapproachable. Returning to the computer, he resumed his video conference.

On the other end, someone reported, "Mr. Perez, we have confirmed that Anti has returned to the country. We just bought a high-priced photo of her and will send it to you immediately."

Asher's thin lips parted, his voice cold as he uttered three words, "Find her!"

----

The Anderson family villa was brightly lit.

Outside the door, Isabella listened to the keypad's repeated "incorrect password" message, her lips curling into a mocking smile.

They had changed the password, and she hadn't been informed.

With a slight drop of her eyes, she took out her phone, tapped a few times, and held it up to the keypad. A few seconds later, there was a click, and the door opened.

The lively scene in the living room greeted her immediately.

The bustling atmosphere and the crowd of people made her realize that today was her sister Natalie's birthday.

Seeing no one notice her, Isabella decided to find a corner sofa to sit on and rest for a while.

Unnoticed by everyone, a commotion came from the terrace.

A group of young people had surrounded a girl and were bullying her.

Natalie, dressed in a blue party dress, held a wine glass and sneered at the girl who had been pushed to the ground.

It was Leah Wright, her aunt's daughter, who had always been friends with that fat pig Isabella.

"Slap!"

Someone struck Leah hard across the face.

"Did you just say that fat pig actually has decent features? I think there's something wrong with your eyes. Want me to fix them for you?"

"Hiss..."

A girl sprayed pepper spray into Leah's eyes.

"That ugly face looks like a pig's head and can't even compare to Natalie's pinky toe! Leah, how did you ever think she was good-looking?"

The burning pain made Leah want to scream, but someone covered her mouth, muffling her cries to a painful whimper.

Natalie suddenly squatted down, pulling out a photo of Isabella at her fattest and playing with it in her hand.

"Oh dear, you guys are too rough."

The others laughed and released Leah, who clutched her swollen eyes, begging, "Please, let me go..."

Natalie chuckled, "Let's be a bit more civilized and make a bet."

Leah's voice was faint, "What bet?"

Natalie pointed at the photo, "If you can prove that she looks good after losing weight, I'll eat this photo. If you can't, then you eat it. How about that? Fair, right?"

The others immediately laughed:

"But that fat pig will never lose weight, what then?"

"Are we supposed to have her get liposuction just to prove she's ugly because she's fat? Hahaha..."

"Leah, there's no way you can prove she looks good thin, so..."

"Eat the photo! Eat the photo!"

Everyone clapped and cheered.

Natalie handed the photo to Leah.

"Are you going to eat it yourself, or do you need help?"

Natalie's eyes glinted with malice.

Everyone was congratulating her and cursing that fat pig, Leah, the little bitch, who dared to say Isabella's features weren't ugly?

Ha.

Just as Natalie was about to hand the photo to Leah, a slender hand reached out and snatched it away.

Isabella, her gaze downcast, casually crumpled the photo into a ball. She grabbed Natalie by the hair and, as she cried out in pain and opened her mouth, stuffed the photo into it.

The series of movements were as fluid as flowing water.

By the time the bitter, unpleasant taste hit her mouth, Natalie realized what had happened. She was about to spit it out when she heard a low, indifferent voice, "Natalie, a bet is a bet."

Natalie's actions froze, her face turning pale as she looked at her.

The girl wore simple jeans and a white shirt, making her legs look long and her waist slim. Her hair was casually tied back, with a few loose strands covering her neck. She was stunningly beautiful.

But that familiar voice...

The others, seeing this, crowded around. One of the boys frowned, "Hey, beautiful, who are you? Natalie is Mr. Mitchell's fiancée! Aren't you afraid of offending the Mitchell family?"

Isabella ignored him, helping Leah up. Seeing that her eyes were red but not severely injured, she softly instructed, "Rinse your eyes with clean water."

Leah bit her lip, hesitating before asking uncertainly, "Are you Isabella?"

"Yeah."

Everyone was stunned, looking at her in disbelief.

Someone muttered, "The fat pig lost weight and turned out to be so stunning?"

When they looked back at Natalie, who was actually quite pretty and always proud of her looks, she seemed bland and unimpressive standing next to Isabella.

The gazes of the crowd felt like slaps to Natalie's face, which burned hotly...

She had deliberately called the fat pig back for the birthday party to show everyone how much prettier she was than Isabella.

But now, she was the one who looked like a clown!

"What's going on?"

Lucas, accompanied by his second wife, strode over. Seeing Isabella, he was taken aback and exclaimed, "Isabella?"

His eldest daughter was stunning after losing weight?

Seeing this, Natalie's eyes flashed. She suddenly started crying, pulling the photo out of her mouth, "Isabella, I know you're unhappy about Mr. Mitchell breaking off the engagement. If you want to hit me, go ahead..."

Her crying snapped Lucas out of his daze. Without warning, he raised his arm to hit Isabella, "Isabella! Mr. Mitchell broke off the engagement because of your lack of propriety and getting pregnant out of wedlock! It's your fault, not your sister's!"

Isabella felt a chill in her heart.

Five years ago, she had been heartbroken by this biased father's ruthlessness.

She was about to dodge the slap when her stepmother, Riley, stepped in to stop Lucas, "Lucas, everyone's watching. Don't forget the main issue."

The main issue...

Lucas suppressed his anger and spat out, "Come upstairs with me!"

In the study.

Lucas, Riley, and Natalie sat together.

Isabella sat opposite them, leaning back on the sofa with her eyes half-closed, looking indifferent and haughty, but those who knew her well knew she was just tired.

Lucas got straight to the point, "Isabella, the Mitchell family has agreed to break off the engagement. Natalie will marry into the Mitchell family. Today is Natalie's birthday. Give her your mother's company, as a birthday present."

Natalie eagerly chimed in, "You got pregnant out of wedlock and shamed the Anderson family, causing the Mitchell family to be mocked for years. Giving me the company is just compensation!"

Lucas threw a prepared contract at her, commanding, "Here's a transfer contract for the company. Sign it."

A cold light flashed in Isabella's eyes.

The Anderson family had clung to the engagement, and the Mitchell family had inexplicably refused to break it off. Now it was all her fault?

Moreover, everything the Anderson family had was left by her biological mother... Now they not only occupied the house but also wanted the company?

Their greed was repulsive.

She slightly raised her eyes and coldly said, "No."

Natalie screeched, "Isabella, what do you mean?"

Isabella glanced outside. It was getting late, and she needed to get back to put Amelia to bed, so she decisively said, "The engagement can be broken off, but I won't give you the company."

With that, she stood up and headed out.

"Isabella, stop right there!"

Lucas roared, but Isabella ignored him.

In the courtyard, Natalie caught up with her, blocking her path, "Isabella, admit it. You're reluctant to give up Dylan and don't really want to break off the engagement!"

Isabella felt annoyed, "Move."

"I knew it! You shameless bitch!"

Natalie raised her hand to slap her, but Isabella caught her wrist.

Natalie, unable to break free, cursed in frustration, "Let me tell you, just because you got pretty doesn't mean Dylan will change his mind! He'll never marry a ruined woman with a bastard child! Oh, by the way, why didn't you bring your bastard child with you?"

"Slap!"

Isabella slapped her back hard.

Her eyes were like a demon from hell, "Amelia is not a bastard. Next time I hear you say that, don't blame me for what happens!"

With that, she turned and left.

Natalie stood there, her cheek burning, eyes wide in shock, too stunned to even cry.

---

Verdantwood City's night was illuminated by neon lights.

Isabella sat in the taxi, her eyes closed, resting. The passing lights made her face appear forlorn.

Bastard child...

Those words made her sigh deeply.

Five years ago, she still didn't know how she got pregnant. She had no clue who Amelia's father was.

"We're here," the taxi driver said, breaking her thoughts.

As she got out and entered the hotel, a line of bodyguards suddenly appeared, blocking her way, "Please step aside!"

The people being blocked whispered:

"Why is Mr. Perez out so late?"

"I heard his son wanted to eat mousse cake..."

Isabella raised her hand to stifle a yawn when she saw a tall, imposing figure carrying a five or six-year-old boy stride out of the elevator.

Isabella raised her hand to stifle a yawn when she saw a tall, imposing figure carrying a boy of about five or six stride out of the elevator.

The man walked straight ahead without looking around, but as he passed by Isabella, he suddenly stopped. His gaze was intense as he looked at her, and he spoke in a low, deep voice, "Miss Anderson..."

Isabella's yawn halted midway.