LOGINJust Keep Your Eyes On Me
Izzy didn’t recognize herself in the mirror. A sleek black dress hugged her frame, tailored to perfection courtesy of the stylist she’d met twenty minutes ago. The heels were too tall. The lipstick, too bold. The diamond ring on her finger? Too heavy, like it knew it didn’t belong there.
But none of that mattered now. The contract was signed.
And the hospital bill? Already half-paid.
She stared at her reflection. She didn't look like an event planner neither a daughter scrambling to keep her mother alive. She looked like the perfect Billionaire's wife.
“I look like someone else,” she murmured.
The door creaked open behind her.
“They call that transformation,” Nathan said, sauntering in with a smirk and a folder under his arm. “The good kind. Cinderella but make it NDA.”
Izzy turned. “And you’re what? The fairy godmother?”
“I’m the guy who makes sure the coach doesn’t turn into a flaming PR disaster halfway through the ball.”
Nathan slid the tablet toward her. “Study up. This is your new life.”
On-screen: a detailed timeline of their relationship, entirely fictional. First meeting at a charity auction. Private dinners. Paparazzi shots doctored to look like they’d been dating for months. It was meticulous. Down to their shared Spotify playlist and favorite late-night diner.
“I hate this,” she muttered.
“Good,” Nathan said. “Means you’ll play it safe.”
She looked up. “Is that what you do? Just follow Alex around cleaning up his messes?”
“I clean up everyone’s messes,” he said smoothly. “It’s how I know this one’s going to be a hurricane.” he whispered, causing Izzy to roll her eyes.
The elevator dinged and Alex stepped in, dressed in black suit matching Izzy's dress. His presence changed the temperature of the room.
Izzy straightened instinctively.
“You’re late,” Nathan said, checking his watch.
“I’m busy,” Alex replied, not sparing him a glance. His eyes landed on Izzy. “You’re ready.”
It wasn’t a question.
She swallowed. “As I’ll ever be.”
Alex extended a hand. She hesitated, then slipped hers into his.
“We go in. We smile. We answer only what we’ve rehearsed,” he said. “No improvising.”
“I’ve handled interviews before,” she said.
“Not like this.”
They stepped into the elevator. Nathan stayed behind, watching them like a coach sending rookies into the final quarter.
“Try not to say anything stupid. Or real.” Nathan yelled.
The elevator opened into the lobby, where chaos had already bloomed outside the building. Photographers pressed against the glass. Reporters shouted behind the velvet ropes. A thousand eyes trained on the doors.
“God,” she whispered.
“Smile,” Alex said, reaching for her hand. “And don’t look like you want to run.”
Izzy’s stomach tightened and Alex could feel her nervousness.
“Just keep your eyes on me,” he said under his breath.
The doors opened anf the paparazzi swarmed them.
“Izzy, over here!”
“Alex, congratulations!”
“Let us see the ring!”
Izzy raised her hand slightly, letting out a deep breath.
“Ms. Hart, how did he propose?” someone called.
She forced a smile. “Privately. It was... unexpected, but beautiful.”
“Did you cry?” another shouted.
“She threatened to throw champagne at me,” Alex added smoothly. The press laughed.
A reporter called out, “Alex, what made you fall for her?”
He didn’t hesitate. “She tells me the truth. No matter how much I hate it.”
The crowd softened as a murmur of “Awww” erupted.
Another voice: “Izzy, what do you admire most about Alex?”
She looked up at him. The man beside her was an arrogant, self-centered jerk.
But she'd read the file. She knew exactly what to say.
“His loyalty,” she said. “Even when he pretends he doesn’t care, he protects the people who matter to him.”
Alex’s jaw twitched and Izzy caught sight of it.
“Will there be an engagement party?”
“What’s the wedding date?”
“Are you planning to move in together?”
They both answered with ease, like they actually meant everything. Izzy started to feel the rhythm. She played her part, smiled at just the right moments. Caressed Alex's hand multiple times and the press couldn't help but feel the chemistry.
A voice from the back cut through the noise. It was louder and more stern.
“Alex! How do you think your late ex-fiancée Lila would feel about this engagement?”
The gala raised 1.8 million dollars. Donors who'd withdrawn funding returned. New contributors emerged. Corporate sponsors signed multi-year commitments."We're stable," Elena announced at the Monday meeting. "All programs are fully funded through next year."Alex felt something he hadn't experienced in months—genuine relief."What changed their minds?" he asked."Your speech. People respected that you acknowledged the problems without making excuses."Julian added, "Also Nathan's article. Having a former critic vouch for you carried weight.""So we're actually okay?""For now. We'll need to maintain momentum, but yes. We're okay."Alex went home early and took Izzy to dinner."Celebrating?" she asked."Surviving. There's a difference.""I'll take either at this point."They ordered wine and expensive food, something they hadn't done in months."Do you think it's finally over?" Izzy asked. "The crisis mode?""Probably not. But maybe we get a break before the next one.""How long a bre
October brought an unexpected problem. The foundation's largest donor withdrew their annual contribution of $2 million, which funded three major programs."They're concerned about reputational risk," Elena explained during the emergency meeting. "Even with Vivienne sentenced, they don't want association with the Blackwood name.""Who else is pulling out?" Alex asked."We've lost four smaller donors this month. Another three are 'reconsidering their commitment.'"Julian ran the numbers. "If this continues, we'll have to cut programs by spring.""Which programs?""Youth mentorship, job training, and possibly the scholarship fund."Alex felt the familiar weight settling back on his shoulders. "Those programs serve hundreds of people.""I know. But we can't run them without funding."The board meeting that afternoon was tense."We need a rebrand," one member suggested. "Distance ourselves from the Blackwood name entirely.""Change the foundation's name?" Alex said. "That erases fifty year
Vivienne rejected the plea deal..Her trial began in early September, exactly as predicted.Alex attended the first day, sitting in the back of the courtroom. Julian came with him. Grace stayed home with Lila.The prosecution's opening statement was devastating."Vivienne Blackwood is a woman who built her life on reputation and connections. When she lost those things, she turned to crime. She lied to friends, fabricated investment opportunities, and stole over three million dollars from people who trusted her."Vivienne's lawyer tried to spin it differently."This is a case about a woman who made mistakes, not a criminal mastermind. Mrs. Blackwood genuinely believed these investments would succeed. She's guilty of poor judgment, not fraud."The jury looked skeptical.The prosecution called its first witness—a retired executive who'd invested $400,000."Vivienne told me she had exclusive access to a private equity fund. Said returns were guaranteed, backed by major Wall Street players.
Summer arrived with oppressive heat and Vivienne's trial date looming.Alex tried to focus on work, on Lila, on anything except the approaching September court date.Then Grace had a health scare.She collapsed at the foundation office during a volunteer shift. Julian called an ambulance while Elena stayed with her.Alex met them at the hospital."What happened?" he asked the doctor."Dehydration, low blood pressure, exhaustion. She's been pushing herself too hard.""She's seventy-three," Alex said. "She shouldn't be pushing herself at all."Grace was awake when he entered her room. "Don't you dare lecture me.""I'm absolutely going to lecture you.""I'm fine. Just overdid it in the heat.""You collapsed, Mom. That's not fine."Grace softened. "I know. I'm sorry. I've been trying to stay busy.""Why?""Because sitting at home means thinking about everything. Your mother's trial, your stress, whether I failed as a parent somewhere along the way.""You didn't fail. Vivienne made her own
Alex actually left work at reasonable hours most days.He'd been home for dinner twelve nights in a row when Izzy said, "This feels wrong.""What does?""Things are okay. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop.""Maybe there is no other shoe.""There's always another shoe with your family."She wasn't wrong.The call came on a Thursday afternoon."Mr. Blackwood, this is Detective Sarah Chen with the NYPD. We need to discuss your mother."Alex's stomach tightened. "What about her?""She's been arrested for fraud.""What kind of fraud?""Investment fraud. Multiple victims, potentially millions of dollars. Can you come to the precinct?"Alex sat frozen after hanging up.Julian appeared in the doorway. "You look like you've seen a ghost.""Mom's been arrested.""For what?""Fraud. The detective wouldn't give details over the phone.""Do you want me to come with you?""No. I need to handle this alone."The precinct was gray and institutional. Detective Chen met him in a conference room.
The evidence Julian uncovered changed the trajectory of the lawsuit.Their lawyers filed a motion to dismiss, attaching documentation showing the shell company connections and the venture capital firm's political motivations."Morrison might have legitimate grievances," their lead attorney explained, "but people are weaponizing his lawsuit with no connection to the foundation. That's grounds for dismissal.""How long until we hear back?" Alex asked."A month, maybe two.""And if the judge denies the motion?""Then we go to discovery. But I think we have a strong case."Alex forced himself to stay optimistic.The next complication came from Nathan.Sophie called Alex at midnight, voice shaking. "Nathan tried to bribe one of your employees.""What?""I was with him at some industry mixer. Saw him talking to a woman I recognized from Blackwood's HR department. She looked uncomfortable, so I got closer. Heard him offering her five thousand dollars for confidential files from your office."
Izzy made it to the parking lot before her hands stopped shaking.She leaned against Alex's car, trying to steady her breathing. The plan had worked, too well. The look on Alex's face when he'd dismissed her hadn't been acting. It felt real. Cold. Exactly like Vivienne had warned.Her phone buzzed.
The hearing was set for 9 a.m. in the foundation's main conference room.Izzy dressed carefully that morning, navy suit, minimal jewelry, and hair pulled back. She looked at herself in the mirror and barely recognized the woman staring back. Two months ago, she'd been scrambling to pay rent. Now sh
Alex stiffened. "What?"Izzy kept her eyes on the polished table. "How many women have sat in this chair before me? Pretending. Playing a part.""You're the first."She finally looked at him. "Don't lie to me. Not about this."His jaw tightened. "I'm not lying. You think I've done this before? Hire
The media training started two days later.Izzy sat in a sleek conference room with a woman named Rebecca Chen, who had perfected the art of the sympathetic-but-firm smile."You'll be asked about the proposal," Rebecca said, clicking through slides. "About the wedding timeline. About Lila."Izzy's







