FAZER LOGINIsabella, a young lady in her 20s is forced into an an arranged marriage with a Billionaire's son, Alexander in order to provide for herself and her family, and also to live a luxury life, but already entangled with her lover , Marco. As Isabella navigate her new life she must confront the secrets of her family's past, the forbidden love she left behind, and the darkness of her husband's family's business dealings.
Ver maisI blinked at Alexander, stunned by the sharpness of his question. The man who had been unexpectedly kind to me at the gala now seemed replaced by the one I’d first met—cold and unyielding.“I went to see my mother,” I replied evenly, forcing my voice to remain calm even as his piercing gaze bore into me.His brow arched, and a humorless laugh escaped his lips. “Your mother?” he repeated, his tone dripping with disbelief. “Or was it someone else you were so eager to meet?”My heart skipped a beat, and my mind immediately raced to Marco. Did he somehow know? Was it written all over my face?“I don’t understand what you’re insinuating,” I said, crossing my arms to shield myself from the accusatory edge in his voice.“Oh, come on, Isabella,” he snapped, taking a step closer. His towering figure seemed to darken the doorway. “Do you think I don’t see what’s going on? The way you linger at every mention of him, the way your face betrays every thought.”“Alexander,” I said, trying to remain
The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, painting patterns on the walls. I blinked awake, the weight of the previous night still pressing heavily on my chest. The gala, with its whirlwind of emotions, felt like a distant memory yet fresh enough to haunt me. Marco’s face lingered in my mind. His eyes, the way they bore into mine, spoke volumes of unspoken words.I sighed and reached for my phone on the bedside table. A dull ache filled me as I remembered losing my old phone and, with it, Marco’s number. But the events of the gala had rekindled an ache to bridge the gap between us. I opened a messaging app and hesitated before typing a message to the number he gave me the other night:*Hi, Marco. It’s Isabella. I hope you’re doing okay. Let me know when we can talk.*The text felt inadequate, but I hit send before I could overthink it further. Placing the phone down, I swung my legs over the bed and stretched.After a quick shower and breakfast, I decided to visit my mother.
ALEXANDER'S POV My father’s words had a way of echoing long after they were spoken, each syllable sharp and deliberate, like a blade dragging through stone. As I sat in my room, staring blankly at the city lights spilling in through the tall windows, I could still hear his voice from the gala last night, judging Isabella.And me.It wasn’t anger I felt—it was something worse. A hollow ache. I clenched my fists, my nails biting into my palms as I thought about the woman downstairs, alone in a house that had never welcomed her.I had never been good with emotions. That wasn’t what Presleys did. My mother was the only one who had ever shown me how to care for someone, and she was gone before I could understand how much I needed her lessons. My father, on the other hand, had taught me to focus on one thing and one thing only: the family empire.Feelings were liabilities. Relationships were distractions. And love? Love was a foolish fairy tale meant for those who didn’t have empires to r
I sat motionless in my chair as Marco's name was called out, echoing in my ears. My pulse was racing out of control as my fists grasped the hem of my silk dress.Why was his name being called out so solemnly, and how the heck did he get here? With a serene assurance radiating from each step, I observed Marco coming up the stage.He commanded the attention of everyone in the opulent ballroom as he stood in front of the podium. Marco said, "Good evening, esteemed guests,"his deep voice effortlessly rising above the muttering of the audience. He continued "Being asked to speak at this gala is an honor. I'm here to highlight how chances that reshape our lives can arise from the challenges we experience, even if my path as an art designer has been anything but typical".As I tried to take in the words, I blinked. A struggling art designer? When had Marco developed into such a polished speaker, addressing a crowd filled with elites like he belonged here?Alexander, who was sitting next to
The unease continued as Alexander arrived Prescott Café. The often vibrant boulevard felt muted, and the morning sun did little to calm the growing knot of cold in his stomach.As he walked into the café, he hardly noticed the smells of freshly brewed coffee and pastries. He scanned the room, search
The night air felt colder now, as if the tension between the three of us had seeped into it. With his posture firm and his hand still resting protectively on my arm, Marco turned to face Alexander.Alexander was in stark contrast, being very calm. The sour expression in his eyes made me uncomfortab
The night outside my window seemed darker than usual, and heavy clouds gathered the moon.I couldn't stop thinking about Alexander's message, which echoed with a sense of closure: * "I'm sorry I reached out to you in this way, but I think we should meet up. There are some things you should know bef
Marco's words stabbed me like a dagger as I looked at him. "Goodbye. For good. My chest tightened as though the weight of his suffering had come upon me, and the air felt heavy.I trembled when his hazel eyes, which were a mix of grief and optimism, stared into mine. "Marco, it's not that easy," I












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