ISABELLA'S POV
I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours. In one hand, I held the contract – the one with my signature at the bottom. I brought it closer again, my eyes tracing every word on it.
Adrian had given me a copy of it, just in case. I stared at the paper blankly, my mind racing.
It felt wrong.
Everything about it screamed wrong but I had no other option left.
I made a promise to myself that I wasn't going to go this path but here I was, planning to do what I swore never to do. Marriage — and this time with a stranger. But since its not out of love, nor out of desire it's a much better option than going back to Martin.
I closed my eyes, swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat. “It is better this way” I whispered to myself trying to convince myself that it was far better getting married to a stranger than holding on to a relationship rooted in deceit and manipulations.
After all, I needed the money desperately. I had to save the only man
