Justin Antonio Martínez, a wealthy and powerful businessman, the owner of the Martínez Fashion Industry. His arrogance and unrelenting ambition was well known to the prying eyes of the media. As Justin searches for the perfect woman to hire as his wife, he meets Isabella, a woman who unexpectedly challenges the emptiness of his carefully controlled life. ✦✦✦✦ "You’re relentless, wife." "And who’s a good boy?" She teased, tilting her head at me like she was addressing a misbehaving puppy. I smirked but kept my mouth shut. She leaned in closer, her voice softening to a coo. "Is the good boy angry?" That was it. Restraint? Gone. Before I knew it, my hand was at the back of her neck, pulling her closer. Her eyes widened as her breath caught, her face mere inches from mine. "Justin." She whispered, barely audible, her hand gripping mine like she wasn’t sure if she wanted to push me away or pull me closer. "Yes, wife?" I asked, my gaze flicking between her wide eyes and her parted lips. "Justin." She said again, pouting this time, her cheeks turning a shade of red that I couldn’t ignore. "Hmm?" I couldn’t help myself. I leaned in, pressing a quick, firm kiss to her soft lips. The way her eyes widened and her blush deepened—it was priceless. She froze for a moment, like she couldn’t believe what just happened. I released her neck but kept hold of her hand, guiding it downward. "I’ve got your good boy right here." I teased, my voice low as I placed her hand over the hard bulge in my sweatpants. She looked so flustered, so completely off her game. And damn it, she was tempting. Too tempting.
View MoreIsabella POVI opened my mouth to respond, but Justin shook his head, cutting me off."Let me explain, okay?" His eyes locked onto mine and for the first time, I saw something unfamiliar—vulnerability. "Just...listen, please."That one word "please" took me by surprise. Justin Martínez never asked; he commanded. Hearing it from him and in that tone, softened something inside me, in a way I wasn't prepared for. I crossed my arms tightly beneath my chest, nodding reluctantly. He exhaled deeply, his hands dropping to his sides as he sat back on his heels. For a moment, he stayed quiet, as if trying to gather his thoughts."Getting married was the only way for me to regain access to my accounts," He began, his voice low. "The bank that holds my wealth, assets, inheritance...it's all tied to a contract my parents signed decades ago."I frowned, confusion knitting my brow.He dragged a hand through his hair, before he continued. "The contract states that none of us—me, my siblings, can co
Isabella POVLeading my parents out of the dining room, I kept my head high, even as my thoughts and emotions swirled. Once we reached the front door, I turned to face them.My mom adjusted her coat and she let out a quiet sigh. "Well, that was...an interesting evening.""I'm sorry about everything. They can be...intense." I glanced at her and rolled my eyes slightly, trying to lighten the mood."As long as you're all right, Bella." My mom exhaled, her hand reaching up to caress my cheek. I managed a small smile, holding her hand briefly as I glanced between her and my father. "I'm fine. Are you?" My father's expression hardened slightly, but he nodded. "We've endured worse, but remember, this is just part of the contract. It will be all over soon and you will be unburdened by this, just stay focused, Bella."My jaw tightened and I nodded, though the reminder hit like a cold splash of water. "I know."My mom pulled me into a quick hug. "Take care of yourself." "And call if you nee
Isabella POV"My wife is absolutely right."Justin’s hand on my leg began a soothing massage and before I could say another word, he spoke up. "Our marriage has nothing to do with my employees. Whether or not Mr. Knight works at my company, it’s none of anyone’s business who I choose to marry." I glanced at Justin, pressing my lips together to keep my emotions in check. His subtle support reminded me to stay composed. I knew I had to maintain control before I let it get the better of me and risk saying something I shouldn't—especially about the marriage contract. Before Mr. Tom could respond, Harden chimed in. "I agree with Justin on this one."He glanced at my parents with a nod. "They seem like respectable people so far." My parents smiled faintly in response, their tension easing slightly.Mr. Tom raised his hands in defense, shaking his head. "No, no. I think you’ve all misunderstood me." His eyes moved around the table. "I didn’t mean any offense. I’m just curious, that’s al
Isabella POVI quietly continued to eat and Miss Sonia’s smile tightened. "But isn’t marriage about commitment? About fighting for what you’ve built?""Yes, but it’s also about knowing when to let go for the sake of happiness." My mother replied, her tone calm as she narrowed her gaze at Miss Sonia. I poured myself a glass of wine, taking a slow sip as I leaned back, hoping to blend into the background.Harden probably sensed the unease and chuckled lightly. "I agree with both of you, but let’s be honest—it wasn’t working.""We were both miserable. It’s better this way." He shrugged, attempting to ease the atmosphere.Miss Sonia sighed deeply, nodding reluctantly. "I just wish you’d tried harder, son."Before the mood could darken further, Aunt Lisa interjected. "Marriage is like a buffet—you try a bit of everything, but sometimes you realize the dish you picked isn't for you.""And that's okay, as long as you enjoy the dessert." Her comment earned a round of light chuckles, easing t
Isabella POVJustin broke the silence, walking over to my parents. "Mr. and Mrs. Knight, it's good to see you both again."My father offered a firm handshake. "Thank you for having us, Justin."My mother smiled warmly as she spoke. "We're glad to be here."Justin gave a small nod in return before stepping over to me. He took a seat beside me at the table, placing a hand on the back of my neck. His thumb brushed past my curls as he whispered, "You look stunning, as always, wife." Heat flushed through me and I met his gaze. "Shut it, bastard." I muttered under my breath, unable to hide my blush and earning a quiet chuckle from him. As I looked away, I caught my mother watching us, a curious smile tugging at her lips. Feeling awkwardly embarrassed for some reason, I lightly kicked Justin under the table. He grunted softly, raising a brow at me, but I just gave him an innocent smile.The moment was interrupted by Miss Sonia’s return. A man accompanied her, carrying a luggage bag. "G
Isabella POV I descended the stairs in a casual evening dress, the hem brushing just above my knees, paired with simple flats. Justin stepped through the front door just as I reached the landing, his presence drawing my attention. A faint smile tugged at my lips; he’d come home earlier than I expected.He stood in the foyer, briefcase in one hand, a bottle of wine in the other, his sharp eyes fixed on me as I approached."You made it after all." I said, stepping close enough to unbutton his jacket.He nodded quietly, his gaze softening slightly."Justin!" Miss Sonia’s warm voice carried across the room before Justin could speak.We both turned to see her walking toward us, a pleased smile on her face. "Son, I’m glad you could make it for dinner." She said, her hands clasped in front of her.Justin nodded, handing her the wine without hesitation. "I’ll check on Stephanie and the medical team before joining you." Miss Sonia nodded, patting his arm before he walked past us and up th
Justin POV"How’s the pastry shop coming along?" I asked, remembering her mentioning something about her mother passing over the keys.Isabella's lips curved into a small smile as she leaned back. "Still working on organizing the cake sale to raise enough for supplies and the minor repairs the shop needs. If I pull it off, I should have enough to cover those costs and get the place running again."I nodded, taking a sip of water. "I could—" "Justin." She pointed her pen at me, shaking her head firmly. "No, thanks. Surprisingly considerate, but I’d rather you keep your hands out of it."I chuckled at her quick dismissal. "I didn’t even say anything." Her eyes narrowed as she gave me a pointed look, her pen tapping against her notebook. "You were going to, though." She wasn’t wrong, but I just shrugged, leaning back in my chair. I wanted to see how she’d manage a shop on her own, mostly out of curiosity—especially since I hadn’t mentioned the keys to the restaurant yet."I wanted t
Justin POV Isabella held my gaze for a moment before breaking into a soft laugh. "Actually, your mother sent me; she said you’ve been distant since that argument with Mr. Tom and wondered if I could talk you into attending dinner tonight." She explained, glancing around at my desk.I sighed, leaning back in my seat. "Dinner, huh? And what do you think?"She tilted her head at me, a playful smile tugging at her lips."I think you'll end up going." She said lightly, her confidence poking at me.I shook my head, already thinking of an excuse. "I’ve got work to do. Deadlines to meet."She scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Come on, Justin. I already promised you’d join us. Don’t make me a liar."I smirked, shaking my head again, enjoying her mild frustration. But then I caught her staring at me with those damn eyes—wide and soft.I groaned, narrowing my eyes at her. "Stop looking at me like that."She frowned, tilting her head in mock innocence. "What eyes, Justin?"Standing, I watched as her
Justin POV I leaned back in my chair, as I scanned the latest batch of reports spread across the desk.Reaching for my coffee cup, I sighed when I realized it was empty. Again.Taking off my glasses, I set them aside just as a knock sounded at the door."Enter," I called, leaning back and rubbing my temples.The door opened and one of my employees stepped inside, clutching a design portfolio—the kind used for layouts and concepts."Good morning, sir," She greeted hesitantly.I nodded, waiting for her to get to the point."I'm here with the designs for the campaign," She said, stepping closer and placing the portfolio on my desk. "My team was hoping you could personally select the ones you prefer."I raised an eyebrow, glancing at the portfolio. "Isn’t that the creative director’s responsibility?"She fidgeted slightly, shifting on her feet. "It is, sir, but we thought your input would be valuable. Your vision is what drives the brand, after all."I exhaled and opened the portfolio, f
Justin Martínez POV Noah’s voice crackled through my office phone, interrupting my moment of indulgence. "Sir, we have a problem." I glanced down at the blonde who was in the middle of...well, her work and raised an eyebrow. "Can it wait?" I asked, my voice calm as I motioned for her to continue. She flashed a smirk and obliged, her mouth returning to where it had been moments before. I leaned back in my chair, trying to push past the distractions, but Noah's voice pulled me back. "It’s about your family’s bank, sir. It's urgent." I couldn't even remember the blonde’s name at this point, but I watched her slowly rise, her eyes still fixed on me. "Fine," I muttered into the phone, "Give me five minutes." "Understood, sir." The blonde hesitated, twirling a lock of her hair. "Does that mean I should go, babe?" She asked with a playful grin. I adjusted my pants and gave her a quick glance—she wasn’t anything special, just a random fling. But she knew how to do one thing well....
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