LOGIN"Of course, happy to accommodate Ms. Bennett."Isla got pushed aside entirely. Hearing his amused tone and watching Bianca practically preen, something cold settled in her chest.Bianca wasted no time throwing the door open and sliding in next to Grayson."Thank you, Mr. Vale," she said, batting her lashes with practiced shyness.Isla climbed in after and settled at the far end. Bianca, seated close beside Grayson, radiated giddy anticipation. Grayson himself looked oddly content, an easy smile on his face.Maybe she actually pulled it off.Isla had barely sat down when a sharp pain shot through her leg."Ow!"Bianca had pinched her, hard, out of sight."Isla, you okay?" Bianca asked, all fake concern.Behind Grayson's back, her expression twisted with irritation, punctuated by a pointed wink.Isla got the message. Ignoring the fresh bruise blooming on her leg, she played along. "Actually I think I left something backstage. I need to go grab it.""Really? Nothing else you wanted to sa
Bianca opened the show with a solo dance performance.Her classical routine, all graceful lines and ethereal staging, made for a genuinely stunning opener.Watching from the wings, Isla could tell exactly where Bianca's attention was fixed the whole time.Front row, center seat. Grayson.The song ended to thunderous applause. Bianca took her bow and exited as Isla and Marcus stepped back onto the stage.Passing each other in the wings, Bianca murmured, "I'll be waiting backstage once this wraps."Isla heard it and said nothing the implication was clear enough. She wants her ride secured.Out on stage, Isla noticed Grayson clapping enthusiastically as she walked out same as the rest of the audience while he'd stayed completely still for Bianca's number.Interesting. Guess the sparks haven't caught yet.She shook off the distraction and refocused on the job.The full ceremony ran three hours before wrapping up.As everyone took their final bows, Isla trailed at the back of the group. Di
The two of them moved through the script seamlessly. After two full run-throughs, they had every segment down cold, and Isla finally exhaled in relief.Once Marcus finished reading, he caught her eye as she turned to leave. "Isla, can we talk for a second?""Hm?" Isla had her stage makeup on but hadn't yet changed into her hosting dress. Thirty minutes to spare enough time. She nodded."Sure. What about? Is this about... the marriage?"She didn't dance around it, going straight to the point.At the word "marriage," Marcus's handsome face went quiet for a beat before he nodded."Don't worry, I'll keep it to myself. I just want to know if you're actually okay. This isn't like you you don't do sudden, impulsive things, let alone marry someone you can't even name publicly." Marcus hit the target dead-on, his clear eyes steady on her face. "If you need help, I mean it whatever I can do. Please don't gamble with your own life like this."His voice had started uncertain, but by the last line
Staring into those wicked, dangerous eyes, Isla's face went completely rigid, lips twitching, expression frozen in place.Wait. WAIT. Isla flashed back instantly to that first night at the estate the outfit he'd sent to her room. The one she'd been humiliated into wearing.Shame and fury flooded her at once, her small hands gripping the fabric of her pants where they rested on her knees.Her nosy, gossipy energy from a moment ago evaporated instantly, like someone had doused her with ice water.Grayson caught her expression cycling through red and white in rapid succession, and correctly guessed exactly what she was thinking about.That first night really did leave an impression.A beat later, Isla cleared her throat twice to cover the awkwardness, forcing herself back into composure. Determined not to waste the rare opportunity of him actually answering questions, she pressed on.She looked up again, plastering on a forced smile, facing the devilishly handsome man beside her. "Ahem s
About an hour later, Isla and her advisor finished the last of the paperwork, every form properly stamped. Just as she was about to say goodbye, the principal and dean of students hurried over."Glad we caught you before you left, Isla.""Principal, Dean, what can I do for you?"The principal handed over a black-and-gold invitation. "This is for our fiftieth anniversary gala. Please pass it along to your CEO, Mr. Grayson Vale, on the school's behalf."Isla accepted it with both hands, glancing at the principal, clearly confused. "Sure, but... why invite Mr. Vale specifically?"The dean explained. "Mr. Vale runs a joint training partnership with the school, and he's also our largest donor and majority shareholder."Is there ANYWHERE this man doesn't have his hands in?"He's been generous," the principal added with a nod."We're a private institution structured as a shareholder company. Mr. Vale's contributions have been the most significant by far, which makes him one of our most honor
Isla stepped into the courtyard just as Marcus Marcus, right, her actual senior called again. In her rush earlier, she'd left her folder behind, and he'd kept it safe for her."Okay, I'll meet you outside the office building," she said, hurrying that direction.The moment Isla resurfaced on campus, Bianca got word immediately.She'd changed into a clean dress, fixed herself up, and headed for the gate where she spotted a familiar figure under the trees, cold eyes already fixed on her, radiating quiet menace.This woman is genuinely bad news. I got hit with an entire can of soda out of nowhere earlier and I still don't fully understand how."Isla!"Isla had just hung up when Bianca came storming toward her.She slowed, phone still in hand, expression flat.Marcus was approaching too, just behind her out of Isla's sightline. Bianca clocked him immediately and adjusted her approach on the fly.She stepped forward, grabbed Isla's hand, voice suddenly warm. "Sis, why are you walking so fas







