Semua Bab The Light Through His Darkness: Bab 1 - Bab 10

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.

Isabella Knight POV "Thank you for helping with the orphans today, Bella." The headmistress said warmly as we walked toward the front doors of the orphanage. "You don’t need to thank me," I replied with a smile. "I really enjoyed baking with the kids. It was a lovely way to spend the day." "May you be blessed," She said, her voice filled with sincerity. "And good luck with your opportunity overseas. The children are going to miss you dearly." "I’m going to miss them too," I admitted, feeling a pang of sadness at the thought. "And please, don’t forget to give the toddlers their gifts when they wake up." "Of course," She assured me with a nod. "They’ll be thrilled." "I’ll try to stop by tomorrow." I promised, hoping I could squeeze in one last visit before leaving. Her expression softened, though there was still a hint of sadness in her eyes. "Have a safe trip, Bella." She said as she opened the doors. "Thank you." I smiled, stepping outside and glancing at the quiet

Isabella POV Jean, my big sister, exhaled a breath as she curled my hair like an expert and I admired her through the vanity mirror. It was apparently the wedding day, the dress was beyond elegant and the ambiance of the wedding was perfectly arranged including my hairstyle. The food, the presence of the Priest, the cunning bridesmaids who were clearly hired for the day and the graceful music; absolutely dazzling. Around two thousand guests filled the church's grand sanctuary, a number Jean had mentioned earlier, while outside, paparazzi and reporters casually roamed, treating the wedding as if it were breaking news. As Jean finished curling my hair, I turned around in my chair, watching her silently apply a light coat of mascara to my face. Curiosity filled my gaze as I observed her and breaking the silence, I asked, "Do you think the guy will be a good husband for the next six months?" "Well, I heard he's rich and I think he's an employee of the Martínez company, so

Isabella POV Once the servants finished setting up, Justin dismissed them with a wave of his hand. They promptly left the room. "Take a seat, wife and let me explain what I need you to do for me." Justin gestured towards a chair at the table. I hesitantly lowered myself into the chair, which was positioned beside him at the dining table. My gaze shifted towards the mouthwatering breakfast spread that adorned the center of the table. "Can you stop calling me wife, it's quite annoying." I admitted; still trying to accept our marriage. He slightly chuckled, "Says the wife." I looked the other way, grumbling. I heard him exhaling a deep breath, saying, "However..." "We will be meeting my family this weekend and I need you to be prepared." He spoke with demand in his husky voice as he straightened his tie. I raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean by prepare?" "I need you to get this clear..." He narrowed his attention to me, declaring, "You're going to be my wife for six mont

Isabella POV "You look absolutely stunning, señora Martínez." Lora, the head maid, gushed. It was time to attend the celebration party at Justin's company though the wedding was orchestrated, but it had to appear authentic to the media. I was merely playing a role in Justin's crafted illusions. As I gazed at my reflection in the mirrors, I admired the way the light makeup enhanced my light brown eyes. My dress for the party accentuated my figure with a perfect fit; the fabric was incredibly soft and luxurious with a gold subtle shimmer. The dress had a flattering fit with a cinched waist, a flowing A-line skirt and the neckline was adorned with delicate lace detailing. My delicate earrings added a touch of sparkle, while the matching heels completed my dress and my hair was styled in soft, wavy locks. I asked, uncertainly, "You really think so?" "Of course, señora Martínez, I would never deceive you." She declared, giving me a firm nod. "Thanks for helping me get ready,