Isabella slumped onto her bed, surrounded by stacks of unpaid bills. Her best friend, Mia, sat beside her, going through a glossy magazine, concern etched on her face."Isabella, you’ve been quiet for too long and you kinda look restless. What’s going on?” she asked gently, setting the magazine aside.“It’s just... everything is piling up, you know? I lost my job last month, and now the bills are starting to come in. Miranda's surgery is next week, and I still can't afford it. I don't know what to do, Mia," Isabella confessed, tears welling up in her eyes. Mia’s brow furrowed. “But you were doing so well at your place of work! What happened?”"It was a budget cut, They let go of half the staff. I thought I was safe, but...” She replies with tears full.It's okay, we'll figure something out. You're not alone in this, you know you just can't give up! There has to be something we can do." Mia assures her.Isabella sighed, frustration and despair mingling in her chest. "I've applied ever
"Mia, you won't believe what just happened!" Isabella said happily, as she tried to settle in.Mia looked up from her book, curiosity sparkling. "Try me! What's going on? You didn't get the job.?Isabella dropped onto the couch, exhaling deeply. "Far from it girl, I got more than the job. James Reed offered me an insane proposal." "What kind of proposal?" Mia's eyes widened Isabella hesitated before blurting out the truth. "He wants me to pretend to be his girlfriend, then marry him, and if possible, bore him an heir, and in return, he pays me the sum of $500,000."Mia's jaw dropped. "What? That's insane! And amazing! At the same time"Isabella nodded. "I know, right? I'm still trying to process all of it, it seems like a dream to me.""Tell me everything! What did he say exactly?" as she jumped up in excitement.Isabella took a deep breath, recounting the meeting. "He said he needs someone to pretend to be his girlfriend, then marry him to satisfy his parents, and in return, he's g
James greeted Isabella coldly, his eyes scanning her from head to toe."Welcome, Isabella. You're finally here," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.Isabella smiled nervously, "Thank you, James. This is...wow."James snorted, pouring himself a drink. "Save the small talk, Isabella. You're not here for the view."Isabella's smile faltered. "James, I—"He cut her off, his voice icy. "Let's get down to business. You're here for the money, and I'm here for...well, let's just say you're a means to an end."Isabella's eyes widened, hurt by his blunt words.James sneered. "Don't play coy, Isabella. You were desperate for that money."Isabella's face burned. "James, that's not—"He interrupted, his tone condescending. "Don't deny it, Isabella. I'm sure you've used part of the money I gave you to pay for your sister's surgery, and you were drowning in debt."Isabella's eyes stung with tears.James's gaze turned glacial. "And don't think for a second you can back out now. You're in this to
Isabella walked into her apartment, dropping her shopping bags on the floor. "Time for a shower," she sighed, heading to the bathroom. As she kept thinking of what happened today at the boutique."Hey, I'm back! Isabella, are you home?" James called out, entering the apartment.Isabella wrapped herself in a towel. But as she turned the corner, she collided with James."Ah! Oh no!" she screamed as her towel fell."I didn't see anything, Isabella. I swear," James assured her, quickly turning around."Get out! Just get out!" Isabella exclaimed, hastily picking up her towel."Isabella, I—""Please, James! Just leave!" she pleaded.James nodded and backed away. "I'm sorry, I'll go to my room."Isabella slammed the door shut. She dressed hastily and took a few deep breaths to calm down."What's wrong with me?" she muttered.As she headed to the kitchen to prepare dinner, after cooking she set the table and James emerged from his room."I didn't ask you to cook for me," he said gruffly."Wha
As they arrived at the party, James whispered to Isabella, "Smile."Isabella forced a bright smile onto her face. They made their way through the crowd, greeting guests and well-wishers. They were immediately greeted by the warm glow of candlelight and the hum of conversation."Happy birthday, Father," James said, approaching Mr. Reed.Mr. Reed's eyes lit up. "James! Isabella! Wonderful to see you both.”Isabella handed him a beautifully decorated cake. "We got this for you, sir."Mr. Reed's eyes lit up. "It's been a long time since I got a cake as a birthday present after James's mother passed away. Thank you, dear. You're such a darling.""Make a wish, Father," James said.Mr. Reed chuckled. "I think I've already gotten my wish, having you both here."Isabella's eyes misted. "We're happy to be here, sir."Mr. Reed's expression turned serious. "I'm glad to see James has found someone as lovely as you, Isabella. You're good for him." "I think so too, Father." he smiled coldly.James
"Yes," she whispered.James's face lit up, as he slid the ring onto her finger, and they shared a tender kiss.Mr. Reed beamed with joy as he walked up to James, Isabella by his side, the diamond ring gleaming on her finger."Congratulations, James!" Mr. Reed exclaimed.James smiled. "Thanks, Father. I'm happy."Mr. Reed's eyes misted. "I'm so proud of you, son. You've made an excellent choice."Isabella smiled politely, but her eyes seemed uncertain.Mr. Reed turned to her. "Welcome to the family, Isabella. You've made James incredibly happy."Isabella's smile faltered for a moment before she recovered. "Thank you, Mr. Reed."Mr. Reed's expression turned serious. "Isabella, can you excuse us, please? I've got something important to discuss with him.""Okay sir." as she walked away."Son, I'm glad to see you're happy," Mr. Reed said, his eyes warm.James smiled. "Thanks, Father. I am."Mr. Reed's expression turned serious. "Is everything okay between you and Isabella? You two seem...d
James adjusted his tie, preparing for a crucial meeting with his business partners and Employees. "I won't be staying long at work today, just brief meetings with my employees concerning the investors coming in to sign the contract. Try to rest."Isabella faked a smile, waving goodbye. "Be careful, James."James stepped into the conference room, greeting his colleagues. Steve, his business partner, nodded in acknowledgment."Gentlemen, let's get started," James began. "I got a call this morning that the investors are arriving soon. We need to finalize our pitch; we don't have much time on our hands."Steve leaned forward. "James, we've discussed this already. Your marital status is a concern."James's expression turned stern. "My personal life is none of their business.""James, it is. They want stability, and a married man represents that," Rachel added.James sighed. "I'm working on it."Steve pressed on. "The Reed family name carries weight. We can't afford scandals or instability
"Isabella! What the hell is going on here?" James's eyes widened in shock as he pushed open the door to Isabella's room. Alex, still leaning over Isabella, turned to face James. A sly smile spread across his face. "Just catching up with old friends, James.""Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house?" he asked furiously.Isabella scrambled to cover herself, grabbing her robe. "James, it's not what it looks like."James looking shocked, asked, "It's not what it looks like? So tell me, what does it look like then? I don't know who you are, Mister, please leave my house."Alex slowly stood up, his eyes never leaving James. "You're the one who's intruding, you don't even know who I am, or you think you can protect her from me?" he sneered.James's eyes narrowed. "I don't care to know who you are, you're not welcome here, so leave!"Alex's smile grew wider. "You're just a wealthy playboy. You don't know what Isabella needs."Isabella stood up, her voice shaking. "Alex, stop.
Bella got home and stayed, pacing around the house, “This is really surprising. I can't even remember having a brother, let alone a lost one at that. How about his parents, how did we even get separated? Who did he grow up with that he became so rich? I need to ask him these questions." She couldn't shake off the feeling of confusion and curiosity that had been building up inside her since Steve's revelation. She had so many questions, and she didn't know where to start. As she paced around the house, she thought about all the possible scenarios, all the possible explanations for how she and Steve could be siblings.As she walked back and forth, she suddenly thought of telling Mia, her best friend, about the whole thing. Mia had been her confidante since childhood, and Bella knew that she could trust her with anything. She immediately picked up her phone and dialed Mia's number, her hands shaking slightly with excitement and nervousness. As the phone rang, Bella couldn't help but thi
"What's going on here? What do you mean?" Bella asked, her voice filled with confusion and concern. "Who and why are you referring to us as your sisters?" She looked at Steve, her eyes searching for answers."What is he talking about?" Bella turned to her husband asking him, as he stood there looking confused.Steve took a deep breath, his eyes scanning the room before focusing on Bella. All eyes were on him, waiting for a response.But before he could answer, he turned to Alex “Can you leave now? Or else I'm going to lock you up in a cell and you'll never be seen again," he said, his voice firm and commanding. Alex's face turned red with anger, but he seemed to think better of it and decided to back out. He looked at Bella and blew her a kiss, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of anger and desire. "I'll come back for you," he promised, his voice low and menacing. "You can count on it."As Alex walked away, the room seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief. Steve's eyes never lef
James meeting Miranda for the first time was a moment he had been looking forward to for a while, after the whole thing that had happened these past few days. As he walked into the sitting room, he was greeted by a woman with a bright smile and sparkling eyes. "Hey Miranda, how are you doing?" he asked, extending his hand in greeting. Miranda took his hand, her handshake firm and confident. "I'm very well, thank you," she replied, her voice warm and friendly."You've really got a beautiful place," she continued, looking around the room with admiration. "Omg, I love the arts," she exclaimed, her eyes landing on a painting on the wall. Bella and James laughed out loud at her enthusiasm. "I'm glad you like it," Bella said, smiling. "James has a great eye for art." James smiled, feeling a sense of pride at his wife's compliment.She walked over to the painting, her eyes studying it intently. "This is amazing," she said, her voice full of wonder. "Who's the artist?" He smiled, happy to
“Good evening, everyone; I want to start by thanking everyone for coming to sympathize with me over the death of my father," he said, his eyes scanning the room. "It means a lot to me and my family, and we appreciate your support during this difficult time." The crowd murmured in agreement, their faces filled with sympathy and understanding.James took a deep breath, his expression turning serious. "I also want to personally apologize for what happened earlier," James said, his voice filled with sincerity. "It wasn't part of all of these and all she said was nothing but allegations. I had never had anything to do with her, because I am legally married to my wife here, Isabella." Everyone turned to look at Isabella, who was smiling and nodding in agreement. She was a beautiful woman, with long, curly brown hair and bright green eyes. She was dressed in an elegant black dress, and she looked like she had just stepped out of a fashion magazine.James continued to speak, his voice filled
Everyone looked at each other confused, unsure of what was happening. "What are you talking about, Phil? I'm confused about your interest in this," James asked, his voice laced with concern. James shook his head, trying to clear the confusion. "Wait a minute, the lady you're talking about is Emily?" he said, his voice slow and deliberate.“Emily right here is the reason I'm in town, the same woman who does want me in her life and that of our unborn child, and surprisingly, she's here trying to pin my own child on another man who doesn't even want her. How pathetic can you be Emily?” He said, feeling disgusted by Emily's act.“Phi..Phil? What are you doing here? Ho..how do you both know each other? She asked as she stuttered.She stood there, her face burning with embarrassment, as she took to her heels, her mum following closely behind. She couldn't believe what was happening, and she just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. As they walked away.Mrs. Valerie turned to
Emily walked to the center of the crowd, trying to draw attention. She stood tall, her eyes scanning the sea of faces before her. "Attention, everybody," she said, her voice clear and strong. "I would like to make a wonderful announcement. It's a discovery I just found out minutes ago, and I'm sure it will be of interest to you." The crowd began to murmur, their faces filled with curiosity and anticipation.Mrs. Valerie, who was standing at the edge of the crowd, looked around and then back at her daughter, wondering what her daughter was up to. She walked to meet her daughter, a look of concern etched on her face. "Emily, what's going on? What are you doing?" she asked, her voice low and urgent. But Emily just smiled and continued to speak, her voice growing louder and more confident.James, who was standing a few feet away, looked around confused. His eyes searched for his wife, and he felt a sense of relief when he felt her arm at his back. They held hands, and he turned to her,
Emily was sitting on her bed, staring at her phone in frustration. Phil began disturbing her phone with calls, and she decided to pick up. “What is it? For God's sake, what do you want from me Phil?" she asked, her voice firm and annoyed. "I have told you countless times to stop calling me, we've got no business together." Phil's voice was calm and persuasive on the other end of the line. "C'mon Emily, why are you acting weird? We both know I am the father of the child you're carrying, so allow me to take my responsibilities."Her anger and frustration boiled over at his words. "What stupid responsibilities?" she spat. "I have told you we've got no business together and no child together whatsoever. Just leave me alone, Phil." His tone turned slightly aggressive, and Emily could sense the desperation in his voice. "Emily, don't be like this. I know we had a thing, and I know I'm the father of your child. I want to be involved in your lives, and I want to take care of you both."Emi
James didn't want to hear it. He didn't want to accept that his dad might not make it. He held his hand, talking to him, trying to keep him awake. "Dad, stay with me," he said, his voice shaking. "Please, don't leave me. I need you." Dr. Smith held his shoulder, his eyes filled with a deep sense of concern. "I think you should get your wife here, or it's too late," he said, his voice low and urgent. "It's possible he wants to say something important." He quickly brought out his phone, his hands shaking as he scrolled through his contacts. He found Bella's number and dialed it, but she wasn't responding. He tried calling her again, but it went straight to voicemail.He wasn't sure where to go, or what to do. He knew that he had to find his wife, but he had no idea where she was. He thought about going to the hospital where Miranda was; he was certain she must have been discharged by now and he doubted she would be there. He knew that the only place to go to was her previous apartme
Both best friends decided to go drinking to clear their heads, sitting at the bar, drinking and chatting.James was nursing a whiskey on the rocks, while Steve was sipping on a beer. The bartender, a friendly woman with a warm smile, was polishing a glass and listening in on their conversation. James was staring into his drink, his eyes lost in thought. Steve, noticing his friend's distant expression, decided to speak up."Yo man, I think it's high time you reduce your intake of alcohol," he advised, his voice laced with concern. "It's getting too much. You're drinking every night, and it's starting to affect your daily life, you rarely come to work. I think you should give this girl a break not after everything that has happened." He looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly as he gazed at Steve. "Bro, just let me be," he said, his voice low and even. "I'll be fine. I just want to drink to clear my head off, and that's all; without her, I can't think straight; she isn't responding to m