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ISABELLA'S POV The world seemed to fall silent the instant Nicholas' lips met mine. I froze, my eyes growing wide, caught off guard by the warmth of his touch. His lips, soft yet firm moved against mine deliberately and gently. The faint scent of his cologne enveloped me, mingling with the sensation of his hand brushing against my back, pulling me closer. My body vibrated, heat running through my veins. I didn't mean to respond but my body betrayed me and I leaned into him, my hand instinctively grasping the front of his suit for support. But he pulled out almost immediately and his eyes met mine, intense and searching, as if he was trying to read every thought racing through my mind. My lips tingled, the feeling of his lips still lingering as I try to catch my breath. I swallowed hard, my voice failing me as I tried to speak. Nicholas leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear and sending a sensation down between my legs. "Your family is watching" He whispered. The sound of appla
ISABELLA'S POV Heat rushed to my face, burning like fire, and I could feel my pulse roaring in my ears. The air, all of a sudden, became too heavy, pressing down on me. My hands flew to my sides in a desperate attempt to cover myself, but the damage had been done.I slowly looked up at Christabella who was snickering, her grin wide enough to haunt me."Oh my God, Sis. Are you o..." She made to approach but I raised a hand for her to stop, glaring at her as I swallowed the burning bile rising in my throat. Before I could spiral further, Nicholas moved swiftly. Soon his jacket was off him and he covered me with it, shielding me from the eyes of onlookers. "My fiancee and I will excuse ourselves for a moment. Everyone, please continue with the party" He announced before gently taking my hands. "Let's go" His word made me tear my gaze from Christabella as he led me out of the ballroom. My reflection stared back at me, pale and shaken, as I splashed cold water onto my face. My body tr
NICHOLAS POV The boardroom was silent except for the quiet hum of the air conditioning. Eleven faces stared back at me, some curious, others skeptical. The inherit committee had gathered, their power reflecting in their sharp suits. At the end of the table, sat him, Victor Montgomery, his glare more intense than the rest.I sat at the head of the table, unbothered by their gazes. This wasn't the first time being scrutinized and it certainly wouldn't be the last."Mr. Montgomery" Mr. Wills, the committee head, who had served as my grandfather's legal advisor for decades began. "We called this meeting to address recent developments regarding your engagement with Miss Isabella Sterling"I inclined my head slightly, leaning back in my chair. "Your sudden engagement has raised some questions among the committee. While it fulfills the marriage clause outlined in your grandfather's will, the timing has drawn some concerns""Concerns?" I repeated, my tone neutral. Another man, Mr. Hughes ju
WEDDING DAYISABELLA'S POV Every woman's dream is to walked down the aisle one day with the man of their dreams waiting at the alter. Which is why statistics has proven that the wedding day is the second happiest day of a woman's life. But as my reflection stared back at me on the huge mirror, all I felt was a shallow emptiness. What was I expecting? There's nothing particularly exciting about walking down the aisle a second time especially if the first time you did, thinking it was the happiest day of your life, turned out to be nothing but a lie. And what's worse? This second time is also a lie. I have already come in terms with the truth. Love isn't meant for someone like me. My eyes trailed lazily over my wedding gown. A masterpiece designed to captive and exude elegance. The bodice was hand embroidered with shimmering silver thread and adored with thousands of crystals and seed pearls. The veil dropped softly over my exposed shoulders, it's lace edged and tiny gemstones addin
NICHOLAS POV I hate weddings. Hate is an understatement. Wedding, a day to celebrate the supposed love of the bride and groom but it's just a cliche excuse for people to drink alcohol and get free foods, all while pretending to give a fuck about the couple. They don't. Everyone present only came to satisfy their curiosity on how lavishing and extraordinary Nicholas Montgomery's wedding would be. As I stood at the alter, the scrutinizing gaze of the committee members dug a hole into my face and all I prayed was for this whole damn thing to be over so I can get on with my life. The door of the church opened, drawing the attention of everyone to the a certain angel that entered. Isabella. The moment my eyes landed on her, walking down the aisle to me, every thought I had disappeared. The world around me seem to also disappeared as all my focus went to her. She was the embodiment of beauty, elegance and grace. Her smile, as dazzling as the glittering crystals that decorated her gown ma
ISABELLA'S POV I sat across Nicholas at the dinning table where an array of delicacies was spread out before us. The tantalising aroma wafted through the air, yet my appetite was nowhere to be found."Ezekiel has a report on Daniel's recent activities," Nicholas voice cut through the silence. My gaze shot up to meet his. Ezekiel was the private investigator Nicholas had hired for me. Without another word, Nicholas slid a file across the table. I reached for it hesitantly, flipping it open. and my eyes widened when I saw pictures of Daniel entering... "Club Vertigo?! What the fuck is he doing there?"Club vertigo- It wasn't just a night club but where Drug Lords and corrupt politicians who are involved in any form of illegal business, gather to enjoy themselves. It was known for its dark and twisted reputation. Trafficking of young girls, abuse of illegal substance, gang fighting and so many other disgusting things. The police turned a blind eye, paralysed by fear of being a target
ISABELLA'S POV It took Nicholas only one day to secure VIP access to Club Vertigo. They say money talks louder than words. Not really but in Club Vertigo, that saying couldn't be more accurate. A few million slapped on the table was all it took for Nicholas to be ranked as a VIP and for me to sneak in as one of the sex workers. Our identities were carefully concealed.As I stared at my reflection in the changing room mirror, I barely recognised the woman looking back at me. The heavy makeup transformed my face, while icy blue contact lenses and a blonde wig completed the disguise. I was dressed in nothing but a sheer lingerie set paired with a short skirt that stopped right above my ass, barely covering anything. My hair was tied back in a high ponytail, and faux piercings adorned my lips and nose for the final touch.The woman in the mirror was a far cry from the person I truly was—but tonight, that didn’t matter.The thought of allowing Daniel to run his hands through my body made
ISABELLA'S POV Calm down, Isabella. You can do this."Will you make it worth it?" I asked, letting my voice drip with seduction as I bit my lip. His pupils dilated instantly, his excitement disgusting."How about I help you take it off?" I added, letting my fingers toy with the buttons of his shirt.“Anything you want, baby,” he murmured, leaning into my touch."So, what's your name?" He asked as I unfastened the first button."Selena" I smiled "What's yours?"“Damian,” he lied smoothly, taking a gulp of his drink. "Selena, has anyone told you how sexy your voice is?" He asked "I'm imagining how melodic it will sound while you're moaning my name"Disgust burned through me. This bastard. Was Christabella aware that her beloved husband was nothing more than a cheating pig? Well, I'm not even surprised.With his shirt undone, I ran my hand down his chest, suppressing the bile rising in my throat when he groaned under my touch."You’re so ripped, Damian,” I murmured, my hand stopping jus
ISABELLA'S POV Nicholas withdrew his fingers, coated with my release, and brought them to my lips. “Taste yourself, Sunshine,” he demanded softly. I obeyed, sucking his fingers clean, my gaze locked with his.“Good girl,” he growled, pulling me into a searing kiss. His tongue swept into my mouth, tasting me as though he couldn’t get enough.My hands fumbled with the button of his pants, tugging them down and wrapping my fingers around his hard length. “Fuck, Isabella,” he groaned as I stroked him, his breath hitching.His hand went to my thighs and he parted them. He stepped back, staring at me like I was a work of art, something meant to be worshiped, explored, and pleasured. I bit my lips, my cheeks burning red. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his gaze filled with unrestrained desire.“Stop teasing,” I pleaded breathlessly, tugging him closer.Nicholas grinned, lowering his head to place a long, teasing lick against my soaked folds. “Impatient, are we?” he teased “Come on, tel
ISABELLA'S POV The Ravioli was finally ready, its aroma filling the kitchen. Nicholas stepped back, his arms crossed as he leaned against the counter, watching me with a small, expectant smile.“Well, Sunshine,” he said, his voice carrying that familiar teasing lilt, “the honor is all yours. Let’s see if my hard work can impress you.” I stared at the plate in front of me, my heart racing—not just because of the food, but because of the man who had made it with me. The Ravioli looked perfect, and I wasn’t sure if it was the dish or Nicholas's piercing gaze that made me feel so warm.“You’re really building this up,” I murmured, trying to play it cool even as my hands trembled slightly.His grin widened. “You’re stalling,” he teased, his voice dropping just enough to send a shiver down my spine. “Come on, Sunshine. I’m on the edge of my seat here.”I swallowed hard, cutting into the Ravioli and bringing the fork to my lips. The moment the flavors hit my tongue, my eyes widened. The ri
ISABELLA'S POV Before we even started cooking, Nicholas stopped me with a hand on my shoulder. “First things first,” he said, reaching for a hair tie and a hair net resting on the counter.“What are you doing?” I asked, arching a brow at him.He smirked. “Making sure your hair doesn’t end up in the Ravioli, Sunshine.”I opened my mouth to protest but froze when he stepped closer, his fingers brushing lightly against my shoulders. “Turn around,” he murmured, and I hesitated for a moment before obeying, letting out a shaky breath as I felt his hands gather my hair.His movements were deliberate. His knuckles grazing the back of my neck as he pulled my hair into a neat ponytail. My skin tingled where he touched me, a shiver running down my spine when his thumb accidentally swept over the nape of my neck.“You okay?” he asked, his voice low and rough, but there was a hint of amusement in his tone, like he knew exactly what he was doing to me.“I'm fine,” I said quickly, though my voice c
ISABELLA'S POV I hummed softly to myself as I rummaged through the cabinets, gathering the ingredients I needed. The kitchen was quiet, save for the occasional clatter of pots and the soft rustle of packaging. Breakfast wasn’t my forte, but I could manage my usual—white pasta with tomato sauce. Simple, safe, and familiar.I had just placed the box of pasta on the counter when I felt it. A presence. My movements stilled, the tiny hairs on the back of my neck standing on end. I turned, and there he was.Nicholas stood at the kitchen entrance, his broad shoulders leaning casually against the doorframe, but there was nothing casual about the way his eyes raked over me. A deliberate inspection that started at my face and moved downward with agonizing slowness.His gaze paused at my chest, and my breath hitched when I realized why. The thin fabric of my shirt did little to hide the outline of my peaks beneath, visible in the soft morning light. His eyes darkened, the grey in them turning s
ISABELLA'S POV The meeting had gone better than I expected. Watching Nicholas handle the presentation with his usual precision and authority had been a sight to behold. Even Mr. Franklin, who initially seemed hesitant, was visibly impressed.As the executives left, I lingered by the hallway. Nicholas was still speaking with Mr. Franklin, their voices low as they discussed final details. I clasped my hands in front of me, a soft smile tugging at my lips. For the first time in a while, I felt like I’d contributed something meaningful.“Mrs. Montgomery?”The deep, confident voice pulled me from my thoughts. I turned to see a tall man in a perfectly tailored navy suit approaching. He looked to be in his early thirties, with striking brown eyes and an easy smile that was undeniably charismatic.“Yes?” I replied, tilting my head slightly.He extended a hand, his voice warm. “Ryan Caldwell. COO of Franklin Industries. I couldn’t leave without introducing myself.”“Ah, Mr. Caldwell,” I said,
NICHOLAS POV The conference room was a fortress of efficiency—sleek, modern, and perfectly calibrated for business. The faint hum of the holographic projector filled the room as I stood at the head of the table, presenting what I knew was a flawless pitch. Across from me, Mr. Franklin Darnell, a man with silvering hair and sharp eyes, leaned back in his chair, arms crossed as he studied the display.I didn’t blame him for being cautious; projects like this weren’t mere investments—they were legacy. His plans to build an amusement park were ambitious, aiming to create not just a destination but an experience for families and children across the region.And that’s where I came in.“As you know, Mr. Franklin, Neuro-Corp specializes in integrating cutting-edge technology into large-scale projects. We have designed systems that will redefine the operational efficiency of your park,” I said, gesturing to the virtual blueprint hovering in midair. “Our autonomous safety protocols are state-o
Isabella's POVThe rooftop terrace was like something out of a dream. The glittering city below stretched endlessly, a sea of twinkling lights dancing beneath the darkened sky. Above, the stars shone faintly, as if whispering secrets to one another. A gentle breeze rustled past, cool but not biting, carrying with it the faint hum of the city far below.Leaning against the edge, I let out a soft sigh. It was breathtaking, every inch of it—the lights, the breeze, the quiet serenity that seemed so impossible in a world as noisy as ours. For a moment, I closed my eyes, letting the stillness sink in. When I opened them, I couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at my lips.“This is incredible,” I said softly, more to myself than to him.I didn’t hear Nicholas move, but I felt him before I saw him, his presence unmistakable as he stepped closer. He was quiet, as always, but there was something different about him in this moment—something softer. The usual edge he carried seemed dulled by the
ISABELLA'S POV "Let's make this more interesting, Mr. Montgomery. Winner gets to demand a favor" "A favor?" His tone was skeptical but I caught the glint of amusement in his eyes. "Any favor?" His gaze darkened in mischief."What's wrong? Afraid I'll beat you to it?" I teased leaning against the counter as the vendor handed a set of darts.Nicholas’s expression shifted, his usual calm replaced by something sharper. He wasn’t the kind of man to back down from a challenge, and I had clearly stoked his competitive side.The reward were low, just a stuffed animal prize but Nicholas had too much pride to back down.“Prepare to lose, Mrs. Montgomery,” he said, his voice laced with confidence.He stepped up to the line, his posture perfect, and movements precise as he put on some gloves. I winked at him as he took aim, watching with quiet amusement. The first dart sailed through the air, landing in the outer ring of the target with a solid thud. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t impressive eith
NICHOLAS POVThe street fair loomed before us like a chaotic storm I had no interest in weathering. The air was thick, the sound of laughter and chatter blending into a noise that clawed at my nerves. Bright colors blurred before my eyes. The crowd swarmed in eaves- shouting, the distant hum of music, the smell of street food mixing with the unmistakable scent of warm bodies and sweat. It all felt too close. Too loud. I stopped at the edge of the pavement, my muscle muscles stiffening as the rush of bodies pushed by. My stomach churned. My throat tightened. I could feel the heat of people brushing past me, their voices rising each passing minutes. My breath faltered as I glanced around, scanning the crowd with precision, calculating every exist, every opportunity to retreat because the closer people got, the harder it became to breath and my chest tightened with the old familiar pressure- like hands were closing in on me. Memories I thought I had long buried resurfaced. A differe