LOGINSYNOPSIS Isabella married a billionaire to save her family from ruin—only to discover her past was waiting at the altar. Isabella Moretti thought she had made a clean escape from love when she accepted Richard Moretti’s proposal. It was a transaction, a lifeline, a way to silence debt and pain. But on her wedding day, the second he calls his son forward, her carefully built new life shatters. Salvatore Moretti—the man she once loved and left behind—stands before her as her stepson. Now trapped in a mansion of wealth, lies, and polished smiles, Isabella is caught between a devoted husband who gave her everything… and the forbidden man who refuses to let her go. Every glance burns. Every secret pulls her deeper. And every night threatens to undo the vows she swore to keep. In a house where love is dangerous and loyalty is a weapon, Isabella must choose between the man who saved her and the one she was never meant to lose.
View MoreHis Ex wife,My stepson.Isabella's POV.Before I could process the threat, Khole pushed through the grand entrance doors with purpose. Her heels clicked sharply against the marble floors as she made a beeline straight for our long dining table. The laughter died instantly, replaced by stunned silence. My family froze mid-bite, forks hovering in the air. Khole stopped at the head of the table, her eyes blazing with fury and triumph."I'm back!" she shouted, her voice echoing off the crystal chandeliers. "For my son, for my husband—and for you!" She jabbed a perfectly manicured finger directly at me. Without waiting for a response, she turned on her heel and stormed deeper into the mansion.Richard sat speechless beside me, his face drained of color. My father, Gerald, shot up from his chair immediately."Isa, go pack your things. We're leaving this place right now.""No." Richard rose to his feet, his voice leaving no room for argument. "She's not going anywhere. Isabella is my wife,
Chapter Four:Conversation with Richard Isabella's POVThe first light of dawn had barely crept through the heavy velvet drapes when Richard gently shook my shoulder. I stirred, my eyes heavy and gritty from the few hours of restless sleep I’d managed after Salvatore’s menacing messages. My body ached with exhaustion, both physical and emotional, but Richard’s voice was soft, almost apologetic, as he leaned over me.“Isabella, darling. Wake up. I’m sorry to disturb you so early, but there’s something important I need to speak with you about before the day begins.”I blinked against the soft glow of the bedside lamp he’d turned on, sitting up slowly in our grand four-poster bed. The Egyptian cotton sheets pooled around my waist, and I pulled them closer, suddenly self-conscious. Richard was already dressed in a crisp white shirt and trousers, looking every bit the composed businessman even at this hour. He sat on the edge of the mattress, his hand covering mine.“You only slept a fe
Chapter Three:Don't you dare.Isabella's POVSalvatore’s words lingered in the heavy silence of the library like a promise wrapped in threat. “My dad’s asleep. Now we can bond.”He moved closer, slow and purposeful, like a predator who knew exactly how much space he had to close before his prey broke.The air between us grew thick, charged with memories I had tried so hard to bury. His broad shoulders blocked the soft glow of the reading lamp, casting long shadows across the Persian rug. I backed up until the sharp edge of the mahogany bookshelf pressed into my spine, the scent of aged leather and polished wood mixing with his — citrus soap, faint cologne, and something darker swung took over my whole nose.My body betrayed me first. A traitorous warmth spread through my chest, my stomach fluttering the way it used to when he would pull me close at the lake house. Part of me wanted to stay quiet. Wanted to let his hand reach out and touch my face. Wanted to feel that dangerous elec
Chapter Two: flush everything we had stepson.Isabella's POVThe word “son” still burned on my tongue like acid as Richard turned to greet one of his business associates. For half a second, Salvatore and I were alone in a crowded room full of politicians, billionaires, and socialites who had no idea about the bomb that had just detonated between us.His eyes darkened, intense and unyielding. “We need to talk. Alone. Now.”My pulse hammered against my throat. I almost said yes. Almost let him pull me toward the side exit like the weak girl I used to be five years ago. But Richard’s warm laugh cut through the air as he glanced back at us.I forced my lips into a polite smile, my voice steady despite the chaos inside me. “Later, Salvatore. This isn’t the time.”Salvatore’s jaw tightened, the muscle ticking visibly, but he stepped back smoothly, playing the perfect son. “Of course… Mother.”He turned and walked toward the front row, his broad shoulders cutting through the crowd with


















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