Isabella, a young lady in her 20s is forced into an an arranged marriage with a Billionaire's son, Alexander in order to provide for herself and her family, and also to live a luxury life, but already entangled with her lover , Marco. As Isabella navigate her new life she must confront the secrets of her family's past, the forbidden love she left behind, and the darkness of her husband's family's business dealings.
view moreThe phone kept buzzing in my hands. I felt like an anchor dragging me back to a reality I wasn't prepared to face when I saw Marco's name on the screen. My mind racing, I tightened my jaw.After everything, how could I possibly look him in the eye? Even when my fingers were trying to process something on screen, I was unable to open the message.What could I tell him?I sorry, Marco, I’m considering marrying someone else to save my family?I smashed the phone on the table, the sound echoing louder than it should have in the quiet room. I muttered to myself, "No." "Not right now."My chest ached at the mere thought that it was no longer just about me.###I didn't have time to think about how to reply Marco's message.With a soft tap and a look on her face that made me uneasy right away, my mother entered my room.Sitting on the side of my bed, she said softly, "Isabella." We need to talk.I could tell by the seriousness of her tone that this would not be a lighthearted discussion.I
The next day, I found myself standing outside a massive office building as the clock approached noon.Although the tall, mirrored exterior reflected my surroundings, I didn't feel visible on the inside.So what am I doing here?, I asked myself.I took long breaths to calm myself and gripped my purse tightly. "Meet me at the lawyers' office at noon, don't be late," Alexander had stated clearly.I knew that this step felt as decisive as the one before it, but I had no idea what to expect.Alexander was seated at the head of a long table in the small room that the receptionist led me to.Unreadable yet forceful, his eyes met mine as he asked me to take a seat next to him. "This is where things become official," he murmured softly, his tone firm but with a hint of something I couldn't quite identify.Even though the environment was icy clean, the gravity of what was happening felt intensely personal.The lawyer started talking in a low murmur that I could hardly hear.The air was filled
The knock on my door startled me out of my thoughts and the turbulent swirl of emotions in my chest. For a moment, I thought of pretending I wasn't there.I couldn't handle another confrontation; the weight of everything was already too much for my head to handle. Marco's familiar voice suddenly disturbed the silence.Bella, it's me. Please open the door.I froze with my fingers poised over the threshold. I wanted to let him in because I sensed his comfort and the unspoken promise of understanding.But the other side, motivated by confusion and regret, wished to keep him out and shield him from the reality I wasn't yet ready to share.When I opened the door and saw him standing there with his eyes wet with worry and his lips pursed in a worried line, I nearly broke. "Marco," I said, barely raising my voice above a whisper."Bella."He walked inside and closed the door gently. "You can't keep ignoring me. I know something’s wrong, and I know it’s tearing you apart.”I pushed back, wrap
My mind re-read Alexander's words as I sat on the tattered couch in our tiny living room. *Meet his family? Tomorrow? Noon?The very thought of it made me shudder.I looked at the wall clock, which was ticking incredibly loudly in the silent living room.My gosh! What have I gotten my self into? I clung to the edge of the couch and murmured to myself.I made an effort to concentrate on the soft sound of kids playing outside, but my thoughts were constantly racing with worries, doubts, and endless questions.It was like entering a battlefield which I was completely unprepared for.when I met Alexander's family. What would they think of me? Could I even pretend to be in their world?I shook my head frustratingly,"Jesus Christ." I knew I had no other option, but the decision's weight seemed exhausting.The sound of Marco’s footsteps interrupted my spiraling thoughts. With a gentle yet inquisitive gaze, he came into my living room.Bella, you've been silent ever since you returned. What
The room froze, and a heated silence stretched between the three of us like a taut wire. Marco stepped forward, his posture protective, his jaw set. He looked at Alexander, testing, measuring.You could sense the strain in Alexander's body even though he remained motionless."Marco," I said, trembling. "What are you doing here?" I got no response from him. Instead, he looked briefly at Alexander and then back at me.Then he said, "I have a right to be here," in a calm but powerful voice."This affects me just as much as it does to you."Alexander raised an eyebrow, his countenance had changed.He said quietly, "I don't know what you think this is about, Marco, but you're wrong if you think it's your concern."The pressure of the moment caused my chest to heave as I took a step forward."Stop," I whispered softly. Both of you, please. This isn't the right time or place. When Marco looked at me, his expression softened somewhat."Bella, I need to know. Are you really considering this?
RACHEL'S POV The message from Alexander ran in my head over and over. * "Meet me at the Prescott Cafe at noon. You need to see something.* In my dimly lit room, the feeble glimmer from my phone produced lengthy shadows as I peered at it. I attempted to fall asleep, but his message made me restless.Why would Alexander want to show me anything?I was sitting by my little table, hardly touching my food, when the first rays of the morning sun came in through my window.The tone of my mother's voice, which came from the kitchen, was relatively peaceful—too quiet.I still couldn't force myself to look at her. The decision that hung over me made my chest feel heavy.Nerves knotted like a ball of yarn,I found myself on my way to the Prescott Café by late morning. It was probably just my imagination, but the streets seemed quieter than usual.I lowered my head and concentrated on my gait as if it would be enough to keep me rooted. The charming café seemed to mock my nervousness w
The unease continued as Alexander arrived Prescott Café. The often vibrant boulevard felt muted, and the morning sun did little to calm the growing knot of cold in his stomach.As he walked into the café, he hardly noticed the smells of freshly brewed coffee and pastries. He scanned the room, searching for the message's sender.A woman sat in the corner, hiding her face with a wide-brimmed hat and large sunglasses. She raised a tiny hand to signal him over as their eyes met.Alexander hesitated for a second, then came over to her. When he sat down opposite her, she said, "Alexander Presley." Her voice carried intensity."And you are?" he asked in a soothing yet sharp voice.Across the table from him, she slid a manila folder and added, "That's not important." "What's inside will explain everything." Alexander glanced at the letter, then narrowed his gaze at her."Why the secrecy? What am I supposed to search for here?Simply, "Answers," she stated.This answers, nevertheless, may make
The night air felt colder now, as if the tension between the three of us had seeped into it. With his posture firm and his hand still resting protectively on my arm, Marco turned to face Alexander.Alexander was in stark contrast, being very calm. The sour expression in his eyes made me uncomfortable. It was clear that he wanted to be in control of this situation since he was a man used to being in charge.Marco said, "Alexander, I'm not going anywhere," with firmness. "You can say anything you need to say to Isabella right here."Alexander raised an eyebrow, a small smile curling his lips. This isn't your conversation, though I like your protectiveness.Isabella and I need to have a private conversation .I knew I had to intervene before things went out of control because I could feel the weight of their dispute bearing down on me.I muttered, "Marco, don't worry," in a shaky voice. "I'll speak with him." Marco looked at me with a worried, hurt look on his face. "Are you sure, Bella?
The night outside my window seemed darker than usual, and heavy clouds gathered the moon.I couldn't stop thinking about Alexander's message, which echoed with a sense of closure: * "I'm sorry I reached out to you in this way, but I think we should meet up. There are some things you should know before making a decision.I read it multiple times in an attempt to uncover any hidden messages. How could Alexander possibly persuade me? What else could there be that I didn't know about? My heart ached from uncertainty, yet I was damn curious.I felt a deep-seated emotion in response to his mysterious message, perhaps fear or the faint hope that this encounter would somehow bring order to an impossible disordered life.Is Alexander a reliable person? Or did I simply misinterpret this game move? I turned my phone over in my fingers, unsure whether or not to respond.I could still clearly picture Marco's face and hear his passionate voice when he asked if I was really going to marry Alexander.
"Kelvin, for the last time, leave that fan alone!" As I saw my younger brother toil With the exposed wires of the ancient standing fan, I lost my temper and let it all out. A sneer twisted his lips as he jerked. "Calm down, Bella. I'm trying to fix it. Unless you're able to afford a replacement." The words formed but would not come out of my mouth, so I bit my lip. I obviously didn't have any money, neither for a fan nor for anything else. I whispered, "Just don't kill yourself trying," as I returned my attention to the soup pot that was boiling on the stove. The veggies floated in the thin soup, which had more water than flavor. Absently, my thoughts wandering, I stirred it. I had not pictured this as my life. Nights spent worrying over debts that would not go away, days spent stretching every naira. And the burden of being the oldest—the one who is supposed to improve things was always there in the back of my mind. "Do you think we’ll ever get out of this?" The silen...
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