What's happens when Isabella Joe, a beautiful, young and talented struggling art conservator, who is on the verge of losing her late father's most treasured art gallery. In search of a breakthrough she crashes into an extravagant billionaire gala, only to be thrown off guard when her first encounter with Noah Jack leads a rather embarrassing moment. The mysterious billionaire Noah Jack, who's wildly reputed for lacking emotions proposes an irresistible offer to Isabella to act as his girlfriend in exchange for financial assistance, that will save both her gallery, and the ever increasing pressure from his family to settle down. Isabella agrees out of sheer desperation, only to be thrown into a whirlwind of deception and desire. The thick lines they drew between fake and reality begins to blur. And what started as a transaction quickly becomes a dangerous game that either of them ever expected. A steamy clash between two desperados is unleashed.
View MoreIsabella’s POVThe moment Hennessy stepped into the dim light, the air in the room turned to ice. She was exactly as I remembered—sharp, calculated, her dark eyes glinting with a cruelty that made my skin crawl. The last time I’d seen her, she’d been bleeding out on the floor of a warehouse, Noah’s bullet in her gut. Now, she looked perfectly in control. And that terrified me. “You look surprised,” she purred, circling me like a predator sizing up wounded prey. “Did you really think I’d stay down after what you did?” I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to meet her gaze. “Guess I should’ve aimed for your head.” Hennessy’s smile didn’t waver. “Cute.” She stopped in front of me, her manicured nails trailing along my jaw. “But we both know you’re not the one who pulled the trigger.” Noah. She wanted Noah. And I was the bait. Liam leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching with a smirk. “Told you she’d be feisty.” Hennessy’s fingers tightened, her nails digging int
Isabella’s POVThe moment Ryan confirmed the mole had taken the bait, the room erupted into motion. Julian was already at the door, his usual smirk replaced by a razor-sharp focus. Mateo pulled a gun from his waistband, checking the magazine with practiced ease. Caleb and Ryan exchanged a silent nod before moving toward the security feeds. And Noah? His hand closed around my wrist, pulling me back before I could follow. His grip was firm, his eyes burning into mine. “You don’t move unless I say so.” I yanked my arm free. “This was my plan. I’m not staying behind.” His jaw tightened, but before he could argue, Julian cut in. “We don’t have time for this. The mole could be bolting right now” Noah’s gaze flickered between us, conflict flashing in his eyes. Then, with a sharp exhale, he grabbed my hand and pulled me forward. “Fine. But you stay close.” The command was absolute, leaving no room for debate. We moved fast. Ryan stayed behind to monitor communications, track
Isabella’s POVThe air in the room felt charged, thick with unspoken words and barely contained fury. Julian tapped a few keys on the laptop, his smirk fading into a serious expression as he scrolled through the messages.The chat log was filled with coded exchanges, but one thing was clear—the mole had been feeding Hennessy information for weeks.Noah stood beside me, his muscles tense, his presence a storm waiting to break. “How far back do these messages go?” he asked, his voice sharp.Julian didn’t look up. “A month, maybe longer but there’s something else—” He enlarged one of the messages, his jaw tightening. “Hennessy is planning another attack.”My stomach twisted. “When?”Julian glanced at me, his blue eyes unreadable. “Tomorrow night.”The words sent a ripple of tension through the room. Caleb cursed under his breath, Ryan crossed his arms, and Mateo’s jaw clenched. Noah, however, remained eerily still, his focus locked on the screen.I swallowed hard. “Do we know where?”Jul
Isabella’s POVThe silence in my room felt heavier than usual. Even with Julian gone, my mind refused to settle.Noah’s words replayed in my head like a broken record. Then maybe stop making it look like you belong to someone else.Possessiveness…….. Control.I let out a slow breath, pressing my fingers against my temples. I should be focusing on the traitor.On the danger creeping closer with every passing hour but instead, my thoughts were tangled with Noah’s anger, Julian’s warnings, and the unshakable weight of something I didn’t want to name.I moved to the window, pushing aside the curtain. The city stretched below, glowing with life. A contrast to the darkness in my world.Tomorrow, we find out who the mole is.Julian’s words echoed in my mind, sending a chill down my spine.The truth was, I wasn’t ready.I had spent so much time playing a role—pretending to be something I wasn’t, balancing between deception and survival—that I almost forgot what it meant to truly be something.
Noah’s POVThe night air was thick with tension, but not the kind that came from planning a trap for a traitor. No, this was something different. Something that burned in my chest every time I saw Isabella and Julian together.I leaned against the balcony railing, staring out into the darkness. Below, the city pulsed with life, oblivious to the war brewing in our world.I had barely closed my eyes since we got back. Sleep wasn’t an option when the woman who was supposed to be mine—even if only in name—was spending all her time whispering with Julian.I clenched my jaw, pushing the thought away. This wasn’t about jealousy…… It was about control.About keeping Isabella safe.Footsteps approached behind me. I didn’t need to turn around to know it was her.“We need to talk,” I said, my voice sharp.Isabella sighed, stepping beside me. “I figured you’d say that.”I finally turned to face her. Her arms were crossed, her expression guarded. Good. She knew what was coming.“You’re getting too
Isabella’s POVThe ride back from the docks was suffocating, the tension thick enough to choke on. The only sounds were the roar of the engine and the occasional shuffle of weapons being checked and reloaded. My pulse was still racing from the ambush, but my mind was sharper than ever.We had a mole.And they had nearly gotten us all killed.Noah was behind the wheel, his jaw tight as he maneuvered through the dimly lit streets. Julian sat in the front passenger seat, his grip on his gun unrelenting. In the back, Caleb, Ryan, and Mateo were silent, each lost in their own thoughts Or, perhaps, one of them was hiding something.I glanced at Julian. He hadn’t spoken since we got into the car, but his entire body was tense, coiled like a predator waiting to strike.“We need to talk,” I said, my voice low.Julian turned his head slightly, his sharp eyes meeting mine. “We’ll talk when we’re somewhere safe.”I folded my arms, refusing to back down. “Safe? Nowhere is safe until we find out wh
Isabella’s POVMorning arrived faster than I expected. Sleep had eluded me, my mind caught in an endless cycle of doubts, suspicions, and unanswered questions. I had spent half the night trying to unravel the puzzle that was Julian, but no matter how much I turned the pieces over in my mind, they never quite fit together.A part of me wanted to believe he was on our side—that his desire to take down Hennessy was genuine but trust was a luxury I couldn’t afford, not when I had already been burned too many times.As I stepped into the common area of the safe house, the air was thick with tension. The men were moving with purpose, gathering weapons, checking ammunition, and reinforcing the security measures we had in place.Today was the day—-We were setting the trap.Noah was already up, leaning over the table where a map of the city was spread out. His jaw was tight, his eyes scanning the markings we had made the night before. Julian stood nearby, arms crossed, watching him with a calc
Isabella’s POVThe silence in the room was suffocating, thick with tension and suspicion. Noah leaned against the desk, arms crossed, his sharp gaze flicking between Julian and me. Julian, the one who always have a smirk on his face, smirked as if he thrived on the tension.I, on the other hand, felt the weight of our situation pressing down on me like a vice.We had a mole and until we found out who it was, none of us were safe.I exhaled slowly. “We need to move carefully. If we start pointing fingers without proof, we’ll only tear ourselves apart from the inside.”Noah ran a hand through his hair, the lines of stress deepening on his face. “I know but whoever it is, they’re good. Hennessy knew our every move before we even made it. That means it has to be someone close. Someone we trust.”Julian’s eyes darkened. “Which means we need to feed them false information and see who bites.”I turned to him. “You have a plan?”He gave a slow nod. “I always have a plan but it’ll require sett
Isabella’s POVDarkness swallowed the warehouse, but I had no time to panic. The echo of gunfire rang through the air, mingling with the sharp shouts of Noah’s men. My instincts kicked in, adrenaline coursing through my veins.Julian’s grip on my arm tightened. “Stay close,” he whispered.I yanked free, my hand flying to the gun at my waist. “I don’t need saving.”A flicker of something crossed his face—annoyance, maybe amusement—but we had bigger problems. The warehouse was now a war zone. Shadows shifted as figures moved in the dark, gunfire flashing like lightning.“Cover me,” I ordered, darting toward the crates.Julian muttered a curse but followed, firing at the men emerging from the shadows. I ducked behind a stack of boxes, my pulse hammering. Hennessy had planned this. She’d been expecting us, which meant—I clicked my earpiece. “Noah, it’s a setup! Hennessy’s men were waiting for us.”Static……….Damn it.I glanced at Julian. “We need to find another way out.”He nodded toward
Isabella’s Pov The large ballroom was filled with expensive designer gowns and well-tailored suits. I looked around, nervous as I knew that I did not belong here. I clutch my dress as I move through the crowd, the girl's glares were like a dagger and their words were as sharp as a sword. “What is she doing here?” “Who is she…” “She looks…..simple..” “She looks poor.” I sighed and ignored them, blocking out the bitter and wagging tongue. I straightened my back with pride as I gripped the glass that held my champagne tight as I walked through the room, trying to blend in. My eyes ran through the room, looking for a savior who would save me from the impending doom that lurked around the corner. My art gallery was on its last thread. The legacy left behind by my father was just days away from being closed up, with an eviction notice and unsettled debts. This gala was my only chance to find some rich and caring enough to help or invest in my dream. That's when I spo...
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