On her wedding day, Isla faced a series of disasters no bride could ever imagine. Her fiancé, Jeremy, dropped a bombshell in front of the entire congregation, revealing an explicit video of her and another man—a video she had no knowledge of or clue how it came to be. To make matters worse, Jeremy took things further by proposing to her sister right then and there. Devastated beyond belief, Isla ran out of the chapel—and his life—without looking back. She swore never to let herself be humiliated like that again and decided that love was no longer worth the risk. With her heart in pieces, she headed to the nearest bar to drown her sorrows in alcohol, where, in a haze of pain and anger, she met a handsome stranger. What was meant to be a fleeting escape turned into a one-night stand. She disappeared without a trace, determined to sever all ties with Jeremy. That included quitting her job at his father’s company—she didn’t want anything to do with him or his family anymore. As she searched for a new beginning, fate led her into the path of Jaxon Waverly. Jaxon Waverly—a billionaire CEO by day and a fearless Mafia leader by night. Isla becomes his secretary, unknown to her and Jaxon himself that she is Jaxon’s long-lost love and unforgettable one-night-stand. Determined to win her over, Jaxon will stop at nothing to make her his wife.
Lihat lebih banyakMichael's eyes fluttered open as the early morning sunlight streamed across his face. His heart jolted the moment he remembered—he should’ve been getting ready for work.Turning his head, he spotted Idris still fast asleep, undisturbed.Reaching for his phone on the bedside table, his stomach dropped when he saw the time—almost 8 AM. He shot up from the bed.“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, scrambling to pick up his clothes strewn across the floor. He hurriedly threw them on, all while Idris remained peacefully asleep.With his phone in hand, Michael cast a fleeting glance at Idris before heading for the door. But just as he reached it, he hesitated. His gaze shifted back to the bedside table.A jotter and a pen rested beside Idris. Without thinking, he rushed over, snatched the pen, and scribbled his phone number onto the nearest blank page."Call me. If you want to."Leaving the page open, ensuring Idris would see it, Michael dashed out of the room.*Jaxon pulled up in front o
Michael sat in the passenger seat of Idris’ car, his eyes widening as he took in the grand mansion before him. The place was massive, nestled in one of the richest estates in Rome—just like Alex’s.‘Since when did I start attracting wealthy men?’ he mused before turning to Idris. “What did you say you do again?”Idris chuckled. “I never told you,” he replied, switching off the engine. “Because you never asked.” He stretched slightly, letting out a satisfied sigh. “Home sweet home.”Michael shook his head slowly. “I can’t believe I just followed a stranger home,” he muttered, more to himself. “I don’t even know what you do.”Idris sighed, his lips curling into an easy smile. “Michael, you don’t have to be so dramatic. You can just ask me anything, and I’ll tell you.”Michael tilted his head. “Alright then… what do you do?”Idris smirked. “I own a few businesses across Italy—most of them in Milan, Florence, and Turin. I only have a couple in Rome. Two bars, actually. One of them is wher
Isla stood on the hospital rooftop, gazing out at the breathtaking night view of Naples. The cool breeze whipped strands of her hair across her face, but she barely noticed. Her mind was too preoccupied, replaying the doctor's words over and over.Her mother needed to be admitted. Someone had to stay with her. And with $8,000, they could begin chemotherapy immediately."Where am I supposed to get that kind of money?" she thought, exhaling heavily. She let out a dry chuckle. “If this were a movie, this would be the perfect moment for a cigarette,” she mumbled, lowering her head as she sighed.As she stood there, lost in thought, footsteps echoed behind her. Jeremy had made his way to the rooftop, spotting her instantly. A faint smile tugged at his lips as he approached.“Hey,” he greeted, stopping beside her, his gaze drifting over the illuminated city below.“Hey,” she replied, tucking loose strands of hair behind her ear.“How are you feeling?” he asked.She scoffed, shrugging. “What
Michael stepped into the bar and made a beeline for the counter. His eyes were red and swollen from all the crying. He just needed a drink—something to help him forget what he had seen.Sliding onto a stool, he rested his hand on the counter and met the bartender’s gaze.“Bellini,” he said, his voice low.The bartender gave a nod and got to work. As he waited, Michael lowered his head, battling the fresh wave of tears threatening to spill.“There you go,” the bartender said, setting the drink down. But before Michael could lift his head, a deep voice spoke beside him.“I’ll have the same.”Michael glanced up, curiosity piqued. The voice belonged to an older man with a mix of black and grey in his hair and beard. His deep chocolate skin was smooth, and his features were striking—far more attractive than Michael expected for a man his age.“Hey,” the stranger greeted him with a broad smile, flashing perfect white teeth.Michael managed a faint smile in return. “Hey.”He reached for his
Michael stepped into the room cautiously, his gaze fixated on the walls covered in pictures and posters. Everywhere he looked, he saw Jaxon’s face.‘Why does he have Jaxon’s face plastered all over the walls?’ he wondered, his brows knitting together. As he examined the images more closely, he realized they weren’t just ordinary pictures. There were candid shots of Jaxon—sleeping in his car, working in his office, swimming. Some were older, showing a younger version of him.‘This is creepy… Is he in love with him?’Near the window, a table displayed several small picture frames—some of Jaxon alone, others of the two of them together. Michael’s jaw remained slack as he took in the sheer volume of images scattered around the room.Then, something else caught his eye—gift bags. Some were Cartier, others were small, elegant packages meant for presents.Without thinking, he grabbed one and peeked inside. A glasses case sat neatly inside. He flipped it open—a Cartier pair. At the bottom of
Isla stood in her mother’s kitchen, preparing dinner. She had arrived that afternoon to find her mother lying in bed, barely responsive.Despite Isla’s concern, her mother refused to go to the hospital, insisting instead that a doctor could attend to her at home. Reluctantly, Isla agreed and called Doctor Charles, their longtime family physician.As she set the soup on the stove, she poured a glass of water and made her way back to the bedroom. Doctor Charles was already there, standing beside her mother’s bed.“Why didn’t you come to see me when I asked you to?” he asked.Pausing in the doorway, Isla overheard his words and frowned. “You asked her to see you?” she repeated, turning to her mother.Dr. Charles swallowed hard but remained silent. Isla’s gaze shifted between them, suspicion growing. “Mom, why didn’t you go? And since when did you start having appointments at the hospital?”Mrs. Bennett gave a small, dismissive smile. “It was just a routine checkup—nothing serious.”But I
Jaxon remained seated in the car after the company had closed for the day. Ray occupied the driver’s seat, and the two of them waited in silence for Alex to arrive.Clenching his jaw, Jaxon fixed his gaze on Ray for a moment before speaking. “Did you mention Teresa to Isla?” he asked suddenly. Ray furrowed his brows.“Excuse me?” Ray turned to face him, but before he could say more, the door opened, and Alex slid into the car.Jaxon exhaled sharply. “Isla confronted me about having a first love before she left for her mother’s. I never told her about that. So how did she find out?”Ray and Alex exchanged glances before shaking their heads.“We have no idea,” they said in unison.“Are you sure she didn’t figure it out on her own?” Alex asked.Jaxon sighed, running a hand down his face. “That doesn’t make sense. I stopped searching for Teresa and even locked her photo away before Isla and I got together. She wasn’t supposed to know—there was no reason for her to. I’d even forgotten all
Isla sat behind her desk, her eyes skimming through Jaxon’s schedule. She kept reviewing his meetings from the previous day, searching for anything that might explain last night’s unexpected business dealings. But there was nothing.‘It was the same the other day. Why is he attending meetings that aren’t on his schedule?’ she wondered, glancing toward his office.Inside, a man—dressed in an air of mystery—sat across from Jaxon, engaged in a hushed conversation. Isla recognized him. A known client of the company. A familiar face.‘This is the right time.’Pushing back from her desk, she rose to her feet and strode toward the elevator. She pressed the button, stepped inside, and just as the doors were about to shut, a foot wedged between them, halting their closure.It was Austin.A wide grin stretched across his face as he stepped in, his gaze locking onto hers. Isla returned the smile, polite but restrained."You again," he murmured, settling beside her as the doors slid shut."I know
Isla sat in the living room, anxiously waiting for Jaxon’s return. The company had closed for the night, yet he was still nowhere to be seen.“He should be back by now,” she muttered, glancing at her phone once more.A sudden roar of engines outside made her frown.Standing up, she called, “Henry?” as she approached one of the windows.“Miss Isla?” Henry’s voice came from behind as he stepped into the living room.Pulling back the curtain, Isla peered outside, her eyes narrowing at the sight of four sleek black cars pulling up. “Who are they?” she asked.Henry moved closer to the window, taking a look before raising his brows.“Oh. They must be the bodyguards Mr. Jaxon mentioned. They’re here to start their duties.”“Start their duties?” Isla echoed, her brows knitting together.“Yes,” Henry confirmed. “They’re assigned to guard the mansion. Mr. Jaxon will be away more often now, so he wants to ensure maximum security—especially with you here.” He offered a small smile before stepping
The solemn music filled the chapel as Isla walked down the aisle, her hand clasped tightly in her mother’s, both of them beaming with joy. The train of her dress trailed behind them, almost spanning the entire width of the aisle. On either side, guests sat in quiet admiration, smiling as they savored the moment.It was a perfect day—the perfect day for Isla. Today, she was marrying the love of her life, Jeremy.Jeremy stood tall at the altar in a tailored suit, his sleek hair shining beneath the chapel’s lights. He stood next to the priest, who was holding a book in his hands. Isla, hidden behind her veil, smiled at him, her heart swelling with happiness.For many, marrying their childhood sweetheart felt like an impossible dream, but for Isla and Jeremy, it had always felt destined. From the moment they started dating, their love had only grown stronger. They were truly the perfect match, a union blessed by God.The music faded as Isla reached the altar, her head lowered shyly, her h...
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