Isabelle woke up to the soft glow of morning light filtering through the curtains, casting warm patterns across the room. She stretched slightly, feeling the comforting weight of Liam's arm draped over her waist. He was still asleep, his breathing steady and relaxed. For a moment, she just watched him, the reality of their situation sinking in. The entire company knew now—there was no going back.With a quiet sigh, she gently removed his arm and slid out of bed. She had work to get to, and after last night’s revelation, she wasn’t sure how today would go. Would people treat her differently? Would they whisper behind her back? She shook her head, pushing those thoughts away as she headed to the bathroom to get ready.By the time she stepped out, fully dressed for work in a fitted cream blouse and navy-blue skirt, Liam was awake, propped up against the headboard watching her.“You’re up early,” he noted, his voice still husky from sleep.“I have work,” she reminded him as she fastened h
The sound of glass shattering against the wall echoed through the dimly lit apartment. Laura stood in the center of the living room, breathing heavily, her fingers clenched into fists. Her laptop screen displayed multiple news articles—each one filled with headlines about Liam Anderson publicly announcing Isabelle as his wife.“Lucky PR Employee Is Married To Billionaire CEO!”“Liam Anderson’s Secret Marriage: The Woman Who Stole His Heart!”Her blood boiled as she scrolled through the comments, reading the ridiculous praises people were throwing at Isabelle. Some called her “smart” and “hardworking.” Others even said Liam was “lucky” to have her.“Lucky?” Laura scoffed, voice dripping with venom. “That little witch is anything but lucky.”Her own life was falling apart, and yet Isabelle was thriving. Laura had lost everything—her position at Anderson Corporation, her reputation, and worst of all, her power. All because of that woman.A sharp knock on the door pulled her from her thou
The morning air was crisp as Ethan and Isabelle made their way out of Anderson Corp’s towering building. The partnership with Anderson Corporation had been a defining experience for both of them, but now, it was time to return—at least temporarily—for their next big challenge.Meredith, standing at the entrance, folded her arms and exhaled dramatically. “So, you two are just leaving me like this?” she teased, shaking her head in mock disappointment.Ethan chuckled. “It’s not like we’re disappearing forever, Meredith.”“You’d better not,” she huffed. “PR Horizon may be your home company, but remember who gave you an office with the best view in Anderson Corp.”Isabelle smirked. “Don’t worry. We’ll be back before you know it. Just make sure to keep our desks dust-free.”Meredith sighed, then grew serious. “I’m really going to miss having you two around, though. You’d better nail this project so well that people are throwing awards and accolades at you.”Ethan placed a hand over his hear
The car glided smoothly down the highway, Marcos keeping one hand on the steering wheel while occasionally glancing at Isabelle. She sat beside him, arms crossed, staring out the window. The upcoming meeting with Everton University’s press team was important, but something else was on Marcos’ mind.After a few minutes of silence, he spoke.“ You're Isabelle Rivers, right?” Isabelle turned to face him, surprised that he's talking to her. “Yes, sir.” Marcus laughed lightly. “Sir? Oh please. You're probably older than me. Just call me Marcus.” Isabelle smiled weirdly in response and looked away.“So… I saw the news.”Isabelle didn’t react immediately. “What news?” she asked, not looking at him.Marcos chuckled lightly. “Come on. You and Liam Anderson, the CEO of Anderson Corp—the perfect power couple. The media can’t stop talking about you two. Your face was all over the news last week”At that, Isabelle’s jaw tightened slightly. “Is that so?”“I mean, yeah,” Marcos continued. “Everyw
The café was quiet, save for the soft chatter of customers and the low hum of an espresso machine behind the counter. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked pastries lingered in the air, but Rachel barely noticed. She sat at a secluded corner table, fingers wrapped around her cup of cappuccino, her eyes darting to the entrance every few seconds.She checked the time. Isabelle was running late, which wasn’t unusual, but Rachel was more on edge than she would normally be.Only Isabelle knew about their meeting place.So how did this mysterious woman know?Rachel’s grip on her cup tightened as she thought about the letter and the USB drive sitting untouched beside her laptop. The woman who had handed it to her had spoken in a calm yet urgent manner, her face hidden behind a black nose mask."This is important for the decision you're about to make for your publication. I know how much you value the truth. I've signed a Non-Disclosure Agreement—that’s why I can't let you see my face.
The tension in PR Horizon’s headquarters was almost suffocating. Every eye in the conference room was fixed on the screen displaying the live data from the Polaris AI launch. The numbers were climbing fast—downloads pouring in by the second. It should have been a moment of celebration, a victory months in the making, but an unsettling silence hung over the room.Allison crossed her arms, tapping her nails against the table impatiently. “Why hasn’t the pressmen from the University you visited uploaded anything yet?”Marcus leaned back in his chair, glancing at Isabelle. “The press team head looks like someone that would do some fact checks and all. Maybe she’s doing some final checks. Besides it's just afternoon, she'll post something.”“She should’ve posted something already, wasn't our agreement with her 11 o clock in the morning?” Allison snapped. “Isabelle, call her. See what’s taking so long. I can't take any slip ups or mistakes from college students.”Isabelle didn’t need to be
Isabelle barely made it back inside after facing the press before her phone started vibrating relentlessly in her hand. Calls, messages, social media—her name was everywhere. Accusations flooded in from every corner of the internet, some calling her an irresponsible PR representative, others outright branding her a corporate traitor.Her hands trembled as she scrolled through the trending articles. Isabelle Rivers: PR Disaster? PR Horizon's Expert Caught in Scandal! Did She Leak the Polaris Tech's Past AI Breach?Ethan, who had followed her inside, noticed the way her jaw tightened and gently took her phone from her hands. "Stop reading those. They’ll only make things worse," he said, his voice firm but calm.She inhaled sharply, forcing herself to focus. "I need to find out how Rachel got that information."Ethan nodded. "We need to start digging, fast. We'll find something through the university press team head."Meanwhile, in PR Horizon’s main office, Allison and PR Horizon's manag
Isabelle stepped into the house, her entire body weighed down with exhaustion. It felt like she had been running on fumes the entire day, constantly on edge, constantly pushing forward, but never getting any closer to the truth. The scandal, the media, Vivian’s betrayal, Rachel’s disappearance—it was all too much.She shut the door behind her and let out a slow breath, rubbing her temples.Then, she noticed him.Liam was sitting on the couch in the dimly lit living room, one leg crossed over the other, his elbows resting on his knees. The sharp angles of his face were cast in shadow, but she could still see the tension in his clenched jaw, the storm brewing in his piercing blue eyes.He was waiting for her.The air between them was thick, heavy with unspoken words and bottled-up emotions."Liam," she murmured, surprised to see him.He stood up slowly, his movements deliberate, his gaze never leaving hers. "Do you have any idea how worried I was?" His voice was calm, but there was an u
Isabelle stepped into Polaris Tech that morning, knowing it would be her last. A strange sense of relief mixed with an unsettling weight sat in her chest. She had counted the days until this moment, yet now that it was here, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was unfinished.Shaking the thought away, she made her way to her office for the final time. Her desk, once covered in reports and proposals, was now nearly empty. Only her laptop remained, along with a printed report detailing all she had accomplished during her stay at Polaris Tech. It was a summary of her work, her last official duty before walking away.She read through it one last time, ensuring everything was in order. The university partnerships, the PR strategies, the crisis management—all laid out for Marcus to see. Proof that she had done her job and was ready to leave.With a satisfied nod, she sent the digital copy to his email and placed the printed version in a folder. Then, she took a deep breath and sto
The city lights flickered past in a blur as Frank maneuvered the car through the streets. The atmosphere inside the vehicle was tense, filled only with the steady hum of the engine and the faint tapping of Liam’s fingers against his iPad. His gaze was locked onto the screen, scanning through endless articles, reports, and anything remotely connected to the name Marcus Carter.Frank, who had been watching his boss out of the corner of his eye, finally spoke. “Alright, boss, where exactly are we headed?”Liam didn’t respond immediately. His brows furrowed deeper as he scrolled, his jaw tightening.Frank sighed. “And what are you looking at so damn intensely? I swear, you’ve been at it since we left the office. Did we get a project that I don't know about?”Liam let out a slow breath, lowering the device slightly. “I’m going through everything online that has Marcus Carter’s name on it.”Frank frowned. “Marcus Carter?” He repeated the name, searching his memory. “Can’t say it rings a bel
The drive to Westford University was tense. Isabelle gripped the steering wheel firmly, her mind racing through possible ways to handle the situation. Next to her, Selena sat with her arms crossed, tapping her nails against her knee impatiently.“I still don’t see why we have to be nice about this,” Selena muttered, shifting in her seat.Isabelle sighed, keeping her eyes on the road. “Because we need them to trust us. If we go in there guns blazing, they’ll only become more defensive.”Selena scoffed. “That’s assuming they deserve any respect after what they pulled. They didn’t just reject our partnership—they publicly trashed Polaris Tech. If they had doubts, they could’ve kept it internal.”Isabelle nodded. “I agree. What they did was irresponsible. But think about it—did they say anything false?”Selena frowned. “Well—no, but—”“They didn’t outright lie,” Isabelle continued. “They didn’t fabricate anything. They just repeated what they thought was true. And whether we like it or no
By the time Isabelle finally walked through the doors of the house, exhaustion weighed down on her shoulders. The day had been long—Crestview’s success, Westford’s betrayal, and the revelation that Laura and Estella were behind the attack on Polaris Tech.And worse, the growing suspicion that Marcus had been orchestrating this entire thing from the start.She barely had time to gather her thoughts before she heard the deep, familiar voice from across the living room.“You’re late. Again, Isabelle.”She looked up to see Liam standing by the bar, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, and a glass of whiskey in his hand. His piercing blue eyes locked onto hers, sharp and unreadable.Isabelle sighed, setting her bag down by the couch. “I know. I'm sorry.”Liam placed his glass down and crossed the room in three long strides. Before she could react, he cupped her face, tilting her chin up so she had no choice but to meet his gaze.“Are you alright?” His voice was low, laced with concern.She swa
The next morning, Isabelle and Selena sat in Isabelle’s office, scanning an email from Professor Langston.Crestview University had officially agreed to host the Polaris AI demonstration next week.Selena grinned as she leaned back in her chair. “We finally got a big one. This could set off a domino effect for other universities.”Isabelle nodded, feeling a rare sense of accomplishment. “If Crestview endorses us, others will follow.”But before they could fully celebrate, another email arrived—one that wiped the smiles off their faces.Westford University, another top university on their list that they visited and pitched their ideas too had rejected their proposal outright. Worse, they had publicly warned students against using Polaris AI, citing “concerns over long-term data privacy.”Selena’s expression darkened as she slammed her hand onto Isabelle’s desk. “This is bad. If one university publicly doubts us, others will hesitate too.”Isabelle scanned the content of the email showi
Isabelle arrived at Polaris Tech that morning, fully prepared for a long day. The student discount marketing plan was in motion, and she had no room for mistakes. The moment she stepped into her office, a member of the PR team handed her a thick folder filled with reports and updates. She barely had time to flip through it before her phone buzzed with a meeting reminder.Taking a deep breath, she headed toward the conference room. Inside, the marketing and PR teams were already gathered, with Marcus seated at the head of the table. Greg, the head of marketing, was going over the discount structures they had decided on—tiered percentages for students based on their courses and subscription plans.After some final adjustments, Marcus turned to Isabelle and Selena. "Your job is to make sure students actually know about this. Partnerships, ads, outreach—whatever it takes."Selena crossed her arms. "Universities would be the best way to go. If we get academic institutions to endorse Polari
Isabelle took a deep breath before stepping out of her office. It was time for the meeting with the marketing team, and she had already put together a few ideas on how to boost Polaris AI’s public image. As she made her way toward the meeting room, she spotted Selena walking ahead of her, her posture stiff, her steps quick and purposeful."Selena," Isa called out.Selena didn’t stop.Isa frowned but quickened her pace until she caught up and gently grabbed Selena’s arm. The woman turned sharply, her eyes flashing with irritation."What do you want?" Selena asked coldly.Isa let go of her arm and met her gaze with calm confidence. "Look, I know you don’t like me here. You think I’m here to take your position, but you don’t have to worry about that. I have no intention of staying in Polaris Tech permanently."Selena’s expression didn’t change, but there was a flicker of curiosity in her eyes."I’ll be gone in three weeks," Isa continued, her voice steady. "I was brought in temporarily,
The towering glass building of Polaris Technologies loomed before Isabelle as she stepped out of the car. The sleek, modern exterior was almost like Anderson Corp’s, yet there was no sense of familiarity—this wasn’t her first time here. But today, everything was different. Today, she was not a visitor or a negotiator. She was an employee. Even if temporary.With a deep breath, she adjusted her blouse and made her way through the entrance. The moment she stepped inside, the air changed. Whispers rippled through the lobby like a wave, eyes discreetly flicking in her direction. Some employees murmured with excitement, others with skepticism."So that’s Isabelle Rivers? Liam Anderson's wife?""I heard she’s brilliant.""I heard she played a big role in the security breach scandal. She even held a press conference. What’s she doing here?"" Has she been hired permanently by Mr Carter?"Isabelle kept her head high, ignoring the murmurs as she reached the reception desk. The receptionist, a
Isabelle stood in front of the mirror, absently gathering her hair to tie it up. But the moment she lifted it, she froze.Hickeys.Deep, reddish-purple bruises littered the pale skin of her neck and collarbone, evidence of last night’s passion. She inhaled sharply, her fingers grazing over them.Her cheeks flushed.She should be annoyed—it was inconvenient to go around with these marks. But instead, a small, traitorous smile tugged at her lips.Liam was insatiable.She bit her lower lip, caught between amusement and frustration. There was no way she could wear her hair up today.Behind her, the door to the walk-in closet opened, and Liam stepped out, dressed in a sharp navy-blue suit. His hair was neatly styled, and he was adjusting his tie with practiced ease. The sight of him, so effortlessly put together, made last night’s memory even more vivid.Liam glanced at her reflection in the mirror and smirked. “What’s got you so happy this early in the morning?”Isa snapped out of her daze