"I'll make you fall for me," Alexander whispered, his breath hot against Isabella's ear. "By the time our contract ends, you won't want to let go." Isabella's life was already complicated enough - a struggling hotel worker by day, anonymous artist by night, all while caring for her sick sister. The last thing she needed was to get tangled up with the notorious playboy heir to a luxury resort empire. But when Alexander offers her a deal she can't refuse - a contract marriage to secure his inheritance - Isabella reluctantly agrees. It's just business, after all. As they navigate the world of five-star hotels and high society, unexpected sparks fly. But Alexander's ambitious half-brother Nathan is determined to claim both the company and Isabella for himself. Caught between two powerful men and buried secrets from her past, Isabella must choose: The devil she knows? The tempting stranger? Or the freedom she craves? In this world of wealth and betrayal, love might be the most dangerous game of all. Will her heart survive the game of love and power? Will Isabella follow her head, her heart, or her art?
View MoreCHAPTER ELEVENAlexander stared at his bedroom ceiling. Three in the morning, and sleep wasn't coming.The kiss played on repeat in his head. Isabella's lips were soft and she was hesitant at first. The way she'd melted into him for that one perfect moment."Get it together," he muttered to the darkness.His king-sized bed felt too empty and quiet. The city lights filtered through windows, casting shadows across Italian marble floors.He grabbed his phone to what was popping on the internet.#ElysianCouple dominated his timeline. Every damn photo showed their kiss from a different angle. Isabella's fingers curled into his jacket. The surprise in her eyes when he'd pulled back."Fuck."He scrolled faster. More pictures. More comments."Power couple of the year!""She totally tamed him!""That kiss though 🔥"Alexander's thumb hovered over one photo. Isabella laughing at something he'd said. Her eyes crinkled at the corners. Real laughter, not the fake kind he was used to seeing."It's
Isabella stared at her reflection. Wedding dress number fifteen. Her feet already hurt."Girl, this one makes you look like a marshmallow." Mirabel sprawled across the boutique's velvet couch, scrolling through her phone. "Have you seen what they're saying about you two on social media? You're trending."Isabella's stomach clenched. "I don't want to know.""Too late." Mirabel cleared her throat. "'Alexander Elysian finally tamed? Mystery woman steals city's most eligible bachelor.' There's a photo of you two at that charity thing last week."The zipper stuck halfway up. Isabella swore under her breath."Need help?" Alexander's voice came from behind the curtain."No." Isabella tugged harder."You've said no to every dress." His tone held that edge of amusement she hated. "At some point, sweetheart, you'll have to pick one."Mirabel snickered. "He's got you there.""I hate you both." Isabella gave up on the zipper. "Fine. Come in."Alexander slipped through the curtain. His eyes travel
Chapter NineOlivia sat at her desk, tapping her pen against the wood as she eyed the closed office door. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, each click echoing in the quiet hallway.It was unlike Alexander to be late - the man was a human alarm clock, always here before she arrived. But today, the office was unusually quiet. The elevator dinged and Alexander strode in, a smile on his face. Olivia blinked. A smile? From him? "Good morning, Olivia.""Uh, good morning." She sat up straighter and studied him. Something was different. "You seem... cheerful today.""Do I?" Alexander walked past her with his smile still firmly in place. "Hadn't noticed."Olivia rolled her eyes and followed him into the office. "Alright, out with it. What's got you grinning like this early morning?"Alexander paused and glanced at her over his shoulder. "Nothing in particular.""Bullshit." Olivia planted her hands on her hips. "I've worked for you for four years, Alexander. I know when something's up."For
CHAPTER 8"Isabella's fork clattered against her plate. Everyone at the table stared at her. "The Eden Gallery break-in?" Alexander's hand found her knee under the table. A silent warning. "I don't really follow local news."Nathan's smirk widened. "Strange, considering you work in the arts."Damn him. Isabella's palms felt sweaty."The police suspect Veritas," Nathan continued, cutting into his meat. "You know, that artist keeps causing trouble for the elite."Isabella's wine glass trembled as she reached for it. The crystal slipped from her fingers, drenching the white tablecloth. Ice cubes scattered across the table."Oh God, I'm so sorry!" She jumped up, napkin in hand. Her elbow caught her plate, sending it crashing to the floor.Shit, Isabella.shit!"Don't move," Alexander ordered, already signaling the staff. His hand pressed against her lower back, steady and warm.Nathan didn't bother hiding his amusement. "Nervous, Isabella?""Leave her alone," Alexander's voice was steel.
CHAPTER SEVENIsabella's head throbbed as she flipped through the stack of papers for the hundredth time, cramming every detail about her supposed one year relationship with Alexander into her already overloaded brain. "Harvard Business School, graduated top of his class," she muttered and rolled her eyes at the pages. "Bullshit." The more she read, the more her eyebrows climbed toward her hairline. Student body president, debate team captain, honors society, whoever wrote this fairy tale clearly hadn't met the real Alexander Elysian.The car curved around another bend, and through the tinted windows, she caught her first glimpse of the Elysian mansion.Her sharp mind cataloged every detail of the approaching mansion - Gothic architecture, at least thirty rooms, probably built in the 1900s. She'd researched enough about the Elysians to fill a book, but seeing their world up close made her feel like an ant about to walk into a palace of giants."Ready?" Alexander's voice cut through h
Chapter six .Isabella traced the fading bruises on her sister's arm where the IV had been, careful not to disturb the fresh needle site. The steady beep of the heart monitor had become oddly comforting over the past weeks – each tone a reminder that Josephine was still fighting."The treatment is showing remarkable results," Dr. Martinez said, checking the charts at the foot of the bed. "Her numbers have improved significantly since we started. Whatever you did to get the funding, Ms. Taylor, it saved your sister's life."Isabella's throat tightened. If only the doctor knew the true cost of that miracle."Does this mean I can finally get decent hospital food?" Josephine's weak voice spoke. "No offense, Doc, but that green jello should be classified as cruel and unusual punishment."Dr. Martinez chuckled. "I'll see what I can do about upgrading your menu. But remember—""Small portions, nothing too heavy," Josephine finished with an eye roll. "I know the drill."After the doctor left,
The dining room of the Elysian mansion gleamed with polished silver and crystal. Alexander stabbed at his Suya, barely tasting the perfectly cooked meat as Nathan's voice dominated the conversation yet again.Alexander slouched in his chair, rolling a wine glass between his fingers. He'd perfected the art of looking engaged while being completely detached. Years of family dinners had taught him that much."So, Nathan," Dominick Elysian boomed, cutting into his perfectly prepared Suya, "tell us about the new resort project in Tokyo"Nathan's smile was sharp. "It's remarkable, actually. We've managed to secure three additional investor commitments beyond our initial projections."Victoria, Alexander's stepmother, clapped her hands. "Isn't he brilliant?" She shot a quick glance at Alexander.Alexander took a long sip of wine, remembering how he'd originally pitched the Tokyo deal six months ago. The same pitch that had been shot down as "too risky.""The numbers are impressive," Dominick
Chapter four"This is completely unacceptable," Alexander's voice rang through the boardroom. "We can't just sell off the Miami property. That hotel has been with us for twenty years."Board members shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Mr. Thompson cleared his throat. "With all due respect, Mr. Elysian, the numbers don't lie. That property is bleeding money."Alexander's jaw tightened as he scanned the faces of the board members. Not a single sympathetic glance met his gaze. He had spent weeks preparing this expansion proposal, and now they were dismissing it without proper consideration."If we just renovate-" Alexander started."We've heard enough," Mrs. Chen interrupted, gathering her papers. "The board has made its decision."One by one, the board members filed out, avoiding his gaze. Alexander remained frozen in place, his prepared presentation still unopened on his laptop.As the last member filed out, slow clapping echoed through the room. Nathan emerged from the corner where
Chapter threeThe PropositionBeep!Beep!The sound of the heart monitor echoed through the silent hospital room. Isabella traced her finger along Josephine's pale hand. Her sister's chest rose and fell in shallow breaths.Dr. Martinez's words from earlier thundered in Isabella's head. "Advanced stage lymphoma... aggressive treatment required immediately... experimental therapy might be our only option...Ms. Taylor. Your sister's condition could deteriorate rapidly without intervention." Each word had been another nail in her coffin of hope. The final blow: "We're looking at roughly half a million dollars for the complete treatment protocol."Isabella pressed her eyes shut, but the number still blazed behind her eyelids. More money than she'd make in five years at the hotel.A tear splashed onto their joined hands. Isabella quickly wiped it away. Crying wouldn't pay the bills. Neither would her pathetic savings account or her salary as a Guest Relations Coordinator.She leaned down, pr
Chapter one"Ma'am, I demand to speak to your superior immediately!" The man's voice boomed across the lobby, drawing curious glances from other guests. Isabella Taylor, Guest Relations Coordinator at the Elysian Grand Hotel, maintained her composure despite the anger radiating from the red-faced gentleman before her."I understand your frustration, Mr. Hawthorne," Isabella replied. "I assure you, we're doing everything in our power to resolve the issue with your reservation."Mr. Hawthorne sneered. "This is unacceptable! Do you know who I am? I could buy this entire hotel chain with my pocket change!"Isabella took a deep breath, reminding herself of the bills piling up at home, of Josephine's medical expenses. She needed this job. "Sir, I apologize for the inconvenience. If you could just give me a moment—""Rubbish!" Mr. Hawthorne spat. "Your incompetence is astounding. I'll have your job for this!"Something inside Isabella snapped. "Mr. Hawthorne. I've been nothing but patient an
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