The late afternoon sun streamed through the large floor-to-ceiling windows of Izzy’s office, casting warm golden light onto the drafting table where she worked. The space was a perfect blend of creativity and professionalism, with sleek modern furniture, open shelving filled with architectural models, and a massive whiteboard covered in sketches and ideas for her latest project.Izzy stood at the table, pencil in hand, her brow furrowed in concentration as she sketched out the final details of a sleek, contemporary home design for a new client. A soft breeze drifted in through the open window, carrying with it the distant hum of the city below.She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her engagement and wedding rings catching the sunlight as she worked. It was a small detail, but one that made her heart swell every time she noticed it.The door to her office creaked open, and a familiar voice broke the quiet.“Still at it, I see.”Izzy looked up, a smile breaking across her face as
Chapter 1: The Weight of the WorldIsabella "Izzy" Lakewood had always loved mornings—once. There was something about the soft glow of the sun inching over the horizon, the world still and quiet, like a blank page waiting to be filled. But those days seemed a lifetime ago. These days, mornings were just another reminder of how much time she didn’t have.Today was no different.The shrill beep of her alarm pierced the stillness of her cramped studio apartment, cutting through what little sleep she’d managed to steal. Groaning, Izzy reached out to silence it, her hand fumbling blindly across the nightstand until she smacked the clock into submission. She blinked into the dim light, eyes gritty from exhaustion. The harsh glow of the bedside lamp revealed the chaos around her: half-empty coffee cups, crumpled blueprints, and unpaid bills scattered across the table, fighting for space with her drafting tools and laptop.It was an organized mess, but a mess nonetheless. The state of her apa
Chapter 2: A Dangerous PropositionThe Crestmore Hotel ballroom was packed wall-to-wall with power players—Chicago’s elite architects, developers, and real estate moguls all mingling beneath the glittering chandeliers. As Isabella “Izzy” Lakewood stepped into the grand space, her breath caught for a moment. The scene was nothing short of dazzling. Lavish floral arrangements graced every table, and the polished marble floor reflected the soft glow of candlelight.She clutched her leather portfolio a little tighter, smoothing down the hem of her modest black dress as she made her way inside. The invitation to the annual Chicago Architectural Forum had come at the last minute, and she couldn’t afford to pass up the opportunity to network. Izzy needed new clients—desperately. Between the mounting medical bills for Ethan’s treatment and the overwhelming cost of running her fledgling architecture firm, she had reached the point where every connection counted. Tonight was critical.But as sh
Chapter 3: Liam’s ProposalThe warm morning light streamed through the towering windows of the Crestmore Hotel’s private lounge, casting a golden glow over the dark leather furniture and sleek marble floors. The hum of quiet conversations and the clinking of glasses filled the room, but for Isabella “Izzy” Lakewood, everything else faded into the background. Her mind was still reeling from the events of the night before.Her brief but unsettling encounter with Liam Stone played on a loop in her head, every detail replaying itself as if she could somehow unlock the meaning behind his cold, intense gaze. His unexpected attention, the way he’d looked right through her, and the abrupt shift in his demeanor when Sabrina West had entered the room—it all left her unsettled, as if she’d been caught in the path of a storm she hadn’t seen coming.Now, less than twelve hours later, she found herself sitting in a quiet corner of the Crestmore’s lounge, nursing a lukewarm coffee and fighting the g
Chapter 4: Izzy’s DilemmaIzzy sat alone at the worn wooden table in her studio apartment, the silence pressing down on her like a weight. Her hands cradled a cup of tea, long gone cold, but she couldn’t bring herself to move. The events of the past few hours replayed in her mind with dizzying speed, like a carousel she couldn’t get off.I need a wife.Liam Stone’s words echoed in her head, louder than the rush of traffic outside her window or the faint hum of the city’s noise below. It didn’t make sense. None of it did. How could one of the wealthiest, most powerful men in Chicago—a man who could have anything, or anyone, he wanted—come to her, of all people, with such a proposal?Two years of marriage in exchange for your brother’s life.It sounded like something out of a soap opera, not real life. She shook her head, trying to make sense of it. Liam had been so calm, so matter-of-fact, as if it were a completely rational arrangement. But the weight of it—marrying a stranger, someon
Izzy stood in front of the sleek glass doors of Stone Enterprises, her heart pounding in her chest. The towering skyscraper loomed over her like a giant, casting a long shadow over the bustling streets of downtown Chicago. Its mirrored surface reflected the city’s skyline, the bright morning light glinting off its pristine facade, and the sight of it made Izzy feel even smaller than she already did.She had been here before, of course—delivering blueprints for clients, meeting with developers. But today was different. Today, she wasn’t here as an architect or a professional looking to make a deal. Today, she was here to sign away two years of her life.Two years of marriage, she reminded herself for what felt like the hundredth time. Just two years. Then it’ll all be over.The thought was supposed to comfort her, but it didn’t. The weight of the decision she’d made last night—alone in her apartment, staring at the bills piled high on her desk—pressed down on her, making it hard to bre
Chapter 6: Wedding PreparationsThe days following the signing of the contract passed in a blur. Izzy moved through them in a state of detachment, as though she were watching her life unfold from a distance rather than actually living it. The weight of her decision hung heavy over her, but there was no time to dwell on it. Once the contract was signed, Liam’s assistant, Grace, had quickly set things in motion.There was no romance, no long engagement, and certainly no excitement. There were just arrangements—cold, efficient, and meticulously planned, just like everything else in Liam Stone’s world.Izzy sat at her small kitchen table, staring blankly at the email Grace had sent her. Her phone screen glowed with a precise, color-coded schedule, detailing every step leading up to the wedding. It was all there: dress fitting, marriage license appointment, and a meeting with Liam’s PR team to go over how the story of their “relationship” would be framed to the press.As she read through t
The penthouse shimmered in the soft, golden light of the evening as guests mingled on the expansive balcony, a sea of elegant black tuxedos and cocktail dresses. The skyline of Chicago glittered behind them, its twinkling lights providing a dramatic backdrop for the small, intimate reception that was taking place. It was a far cry from the lavish, opulent celebrations that Izzy had sometimes imagined for her own wedding.But then again, this wasn’t a wedding born out of love—it was a transaction.The ceremony had been short, efficient. Izzy remembered the officiant’s steady voice echoing off the glass walls of the penthouse as he recited the vows. The words had felt impersonal, formal, like a script they were obligated to follow. Still, there had been a moment—when Liam had slipped the ring onto her finger—when her hands had trembled, and his touch had sent a shiver up her spine.Now, standing before the gathered guests, the moment she had been dreading was upon them.“You may now kis
The late afternoon sun streamed through the large floor-to-ceiling windows of Izzy’s office, casting warm golden light onto the drafting table where she worked. The space was a perfect blend of creativity and professionalism, with sleek modern furniture, open shelving filled with architectural models, and a massive whiteboard covered in sketches and ideas for her latest project.Izzy stood at the table, pencil in hand, her brow furrowed in concentration as she sketched out the final details of a sleek, contemporary home design for a new client. A soft breeze drifted in through the open window, carrying with it the distant hum of the city below.She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her engagement and wedding rings catching the sunlight as she worked. It was a small detail, but one that made her heart swell every time she noticed it.The door to her office creaked open, and a familiar voice broke the quiet.“Still at it, I see.”Izzy looked up, a smile breaking across her face as
The hum of the private jet’s engines filled the cabin, but Izzy barely noticed it. She sat by the window, her head resting against Liam’s shoulder as she gazed out at the clouds stretching endlessly across the sky. The week on the island had been a dream—a blur of white sands, turquoise waters, and tender moments—but now, as they returned to Chicago, reality was waiting for them.And for the first time in her life, Izzy didn’t feel anxious about it.Liam’s hand rested over hers, his thumb tracing slow circles against her skin. “You’re quiet,” he murmured, glancing down at her.“I’m just thinking,” she said softly.“About what?”Izzy smiled, tilting her head to look up at him. “About everything. The future, mostly. It feels like… like we finally get to start living. No contracts, no scheming uncles, no dark secrets hanging over us. Just us.”Liam’s lips curved into a small smile, his blue eyes softening. “It’s a good feeling, isn’t it?”She nodded, leaning into him. “The best.”When th
The warm, salty breeze of the Caribbean washed over them as Liam and Izzy stepped off the private plane. The island was like something out of a postcard—white sand beaches stretching endlessly, turquoise waters sparkling under the sun, and lush palm trees swaying gently in the wind. It was paradise, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Izzy could breathe deeply, unburdened by worry or stress.“This is unreal,” she said, her voice full of awe as she looked around.Liam placed a hand on the small of her back, guiding her toward the waiting car that would take them to their villa. “I wanted it to be special,” he said, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “After everything we’ve been through, you deserve nothing less than perfection.”Izzy glanced up at him, her heart fluttering. He was dressed casually in linen pants and a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, his usual commanding presence softened by the relaxed atmosphere. This was a side of Liam she r
The morning was perfect. The crisp, early autumn air carried the scent of freshly fallen leaves, and the soft sunlight filtering through the trees made the garden venue glow. The space had been transformed into a dreamscape of white roses, twinkling fairy lights, and flowing ivory drapery. Everything looked exactly as Izzy had imagined it—the perfect blend of elegance and intimacy.In the bridal suite, Izzy stood in front of a full-length mirror, her heart pounding in her chest. The dress she had chosen—a classic ballgown with a sweetheart neckline and delicate lace detailing—fit her like a dream. The soft tulle skirt pooled at her feet, and the intricate beadwork on the bodice sparkled in the sunlight streaming through the windows. Her hair was swept into an elegant chignon, a few loose curls framing her face, and her makeup was soft and romantic.Sarah fussed with the hem of the dress, her face glowing with excitement. “You look like a literal princess, Izzy,” she said, stepping bac
The week leading up to the wedding had been a whirlwind of preparations, meetings, and final adjustments. Yet amid the chaos, there was one tradition that Izzy and Liam’s friends refused to let slide—the bachelor and bachelorette parties. After everything they had been through, it was time to celebrate, to laugh, and to allow themselves a moment to breathe before the big day.Izzy glanced at herself in the mirror, laughing softly as she adjusted the sparkly “BRIDE” sash Sarah had insisted she wear. “This is ridiculous,” she muttered, turning to her best friend, who was grinning ear to ear.“Ridiculous? No,” Sarah said with mock offense, hands on her hips. “It’s tradition. You are the bride, and we are going to celebrate like it’s our job.”Izzy rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t stop the smile tugging at her lips. Dressed in a sleek white cocktail dress and heels that Sarah had forced her into, she felt radiant—something she hadn’t had much time to think about in the chaos of the weddi
The morning sunlight poured into the penthouse kitchen, flooding the space with a warm golden glow. Izzy stood at the counter, surrounded by swatches of fabric, invitation samples, and color-coded to-do lists spread haphazardly across the marble countertop. A cup of coffee sat untouched beside her, forgotten in the chaos as she flipped through her wedding planner for what felt like the hundredth time that week.“This might actually drive me insane,” she muttered under her breath, biting the end of her pen as she tried to finalize the seating arrangements.Liam walked in, dressed casually in dark jeans and a crisp white shirt, his hair still slightly damp from his morning shower. He stopped in his tracks at the sight of the counter, his brow raising at the sheer volume of wedding-related material. “Am I interrupting a battlefield strategy session, or is this still about the wedding?” he teased, leaning against the doorframe.Izzy shot him a mock glare. “You laugh now, but you’ll feel m
The boardroom of Stone Enterprises was filled with an air of quiet tension. The long, polished mahogany table gleamed under the overhead lights, and the room was full of powerful people dressed in sleek suits, their faces carefully neutral. It was a defining moment for the company—one that would either mark the end of months of chaos or plunge it into another chapter of instability.At the head of the table, Liam Stone stood tall, his commanding presence impossible to ignore. He was dressed in a tailored navy-blue suit, his posture confident, and his piercing blue eyes swept over the room with quiet authority. At his side sat Izzy, her presence as steadying to him as his resolve. Though she wasn’t technically a part of the company, she had insisted on being there for him during this final showdown with his uncle, Charles Stone.Across the table, Charles sat slouched in his chair, his smug demeanor barely masking his growing unease. He had been so certain that Maxwell’s arrest and Noah
The hospital smelled of antiseptic and fresh linens, but for once, the atmosphere was light, almost celebratory. Izzy sat on the edge of Ethan’s bed, her heart swelling with gratitude as she watched him chat animatedly with his doctor. His cheeks were full of color now, his energy vibrant in a way she hadn’t seen in years.“Mom always said I’d grow up to be the toughest kid on the block,” Ethan said proudly, crossing his arms over his chest as if to show off imaginary muscles. “And I guess I proved her right!”Dr. Patel laughed, flipping through the last of his notes on Ethan’s chart. “You sure did, champ. You’ve been through a lot, but I’m happy to officially tell you that you’re in full remission. Your body’s healed completely.”Izzy’s breath caught at the word—remission. She hadn’t dared to hope for it, not fully, not after the long, terrifying months of treatments, surgeries, and setbacks. Tears welled in her eyes as she reached for Ethan’s hand, squeezing it tightly.“Did you hea
The courthouse loomed before them, its gray stone walls towering over the bustling city streets. The air was cold that morning, a sharp wind whipping through the crowd of reporters and onlookers gathered outside the building. Cameras flashed, and voices shouted questions as Liam and Izzy stepped out of the sleek black car that had brought them there.“Mr. Stone, do you think Maxwell Stone will be convicted?”“Is it true you’re testifying today?”“Mrs. Stone, how does it feel to face the man who killed your parents?”Izzy flinched at the question, but Liam’s hand found hers, steady and grounding, as they walked up the courthouse steps. He glanced at her, his blue eyes filled with quiet reassurance. She gave him a small nod, gripping his hand tightly as they pushed through the crowd and entered the building.Inside, the noise of the outside world faded, replaced by the low murmur of voices and the echo of footsteps on polished floors. The weight of the moment pressed down on Izzy as the