Upon hearing Isabella's outrageous request, Liam choked immediately and began to cough profusely. He covered his mouth with his hand and slipped from the edge of the bathtub onto the freezing tiled floor. Isabella burst into hysterical laughter, kicking her feet in the water playfully and splashing it everywhere. The vodka was already taking a toll on her, making her act drunk. Liam stopped coughing and raised his head to find Isabella having the best night of her life, laughing hysterically."Are you seriously trying to make a fool out of me by requesting such ridiculous stuff?" he asked in a soft tone, swiping his long hair behind his ear. Isabella quit laughing, and the two gazed at each other intensely, an eerie silence lingering between them. Gently, Liam rose from the floor and moved closer to Isabella, their breath fanning against each other's skin. Both maintained their gaze. Isa lifted her right hand and slowly brought it closer to his face, gently caressing his cheeks and th
Reluctantly, Isabella reached for the white towel that was carefully folded on the hanger and used it to clean off the water on her body, patting her skin dry. She returned the towel and picked up the bathrobe from the hanger, carefully draping it around her naked body, and tied the belt firmly around her waist. She slipped into her yellow fluffy crocs, which lay carelessly on the bathroom floor."You can lift your head now," she drawled and turned to take her seat on a small stool at the corner of the bathroom. She sat comfortably with her legs crossed, exuding an air of pride and sophistication as she anticipated Liam's twerk dance. She giggled slightly at the thought, wondering if he was truly going to twerk for her, considering the fact that he appeared to be so rude and full of pride.Liam slowly raised his head and fearfully peeped from behind the bathtub. His eyes fell on Isabella, who sat confidently on the plastic stool, tapping her fingers on her legs. Seeing that she was now
ISABELLA’S POV:"Ma'am, there's a package from someone named Derrick Petals," Margret, my secretary, announced as she approached my desk, holding a big bouquet of roses and a wrapped medium-sized box. I tore my eyes away from my laptop and gave her a frustrated look. She knew how much I disliked men and their irritating gifts, but she kept accepting them."I guess you’re tired of working here, Margret?" I scolded her."I'm sorry, Ma'am," she apologized, placing the wrapped box and bouquet on my large office desk before leaving. I shook my head in annoyance and returned to my work on the laptop.As the only child of wealthy parents, I found managing their big business to be quite exhausting. It left me with very little time for my personal life, but luckily, today is a Friday, and I could use a break."Thank goodness!" I exclaimed as I checked my wristwatch, which showed it was already six o'clock. I quickly packed my bag and organized my desk to leave. Standing up, I grabbed the wrapp
ISABELLA’S POV:“Liam!”I called out to the blonde guy who had piqued my interest earlier as he gracefully descended from the stage. He made his way to the bar, and I followed closely, still not quite sure how to initiate a conversation. Offering money crossed my mind, but he didn’t strike me as someone in need.“Hey, you!” I exclaimed, grabbing his wrist. He turned to look at me, and I couldn’t help but notice his striking good looks.“Oh, it’s you! I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you earlier. What’s up?” he suddenly exclaimed.Words failed me at that moment; I was uncertain about how to proceed and convince him to hook-up with me tonight. I briefly considered inviting him for a drink, but I wasn’t sure that was the right approach.“My drink,” I unintentionally blurted out.“What are you talking about?” he shouted over the thumping hip-hop music in the club.“My drink. You should get me another one as an apology for ruining my dress,” I responded, a mischievous grin tugging at the corne
She burst into another hysterical laughter, which irritated me. To her, it was just a normal one-night stand, but to me, it meant much more. It was about my entire life.She picked up her bag and removed five bundles of new notes, then threw them at my feet. I felt another surge of anger. How could she? How could she disregard me in such way!"Take that money and stop bothering me. I need to get to work," she said as she stood up from the dressing mirror and adjusted her black dress. I noticed she had a preference for the color black, as all the luxury cars in her compound were black.I kicked the bundle of notes back to her, and she scoffed mockingly. I wouldn't allow myself to be degraded by a human, let alone a woman."You should get dressed and leave now!" she yelled, jolting me back to reality. I reluctantly put on my clothes and made my way out of her mansion.As I walked out of the gigantic gate of the mansion, her car pulled up beside me. She lowered the window "Want a ride? I
Isabella's POV:"I'm sorry, Miss Sinclair, but the instructions given by your parents before death are to grant you access to the Grand Vault after you get married and have your first child, and I know they have their reasons for making that mandatory," Barrister Carter said.The Grand Vault is the Sinclair family's most coveted secret, containing every piece of information and power about the Sinclair family, top-secret details, and unimaginable wealth. Rumors suggested that its worth exceeded ten times the present Sinclair family's net worth, making it nearly impossible to fathom the extent of my parents' riches. We were one of the world's top five richest and most influential families. Both my dad and mom were equally powerful and wealthy. To add to the intrigue, my mom hailed from a royal family. But fate hadn't smiled upon my parents; they never had a male heir to carry on their legacy. My parents went to great lengths to secure a male heir but were left disappointed. Thus, I bec
ISABELLA'S POV:"Next!!!!" I bellowed, signaling for the next applicant to come in. "Hey, mama! Long time, I missed you" he waved as he took his seat opposite me.I shot him a disgusted look. Was I blind when I hooked up with this riffraff-looking junkie? "Omg! Florence, what have I done?" I lamented, smacking my hand against my forehead.Florence laughed hysterically in a corner. She's been my best friend since childhood, and she's also single. She won't stop teasing me for coming up with this fake marriage idea. I had gathered all the guys I had previously hooked up with so they could check the contract, and I could pick the best match. However, it's quite funny that out of all the five guys I had interviewed, none of them is willing to sign the contract. Florence said it's a humorous contract, but I think it's perfect!"What! This is a rubbish contract. Isabella you're crazy!" the last guy tossed the document at me rudely and made his way out of my office."Damn you, freaking loser
I read through the content of the contract and I was bewildered. Is she crazy? The chosen candidate would be her personal guard for a year before they get married in the second year? What? Seriously? The candidate must live in her mansion over the chosen years, which happens to be three years. No physical touch unless necessary, foot massage every night? No payment until after three years, sleeping together in the same room but the man will take the floor! What! She's crazy! Does she need a slave or a fake husband? This woman is insane.""Do you find the contract interesting, young man?" The strange woman's voice jerked me out of my thoughts, and I looked up to see her staring down at me on the floor. I stood up with the papers I had picked up and handed them over to her."Isabella is crazy!" I said, and she burst into laughter. Suddenly, she stopped laughing and furrowed her face in a mixture of surprise and confusion."You know Isabella?" she asked in a surprised tone, and I nodded