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ISLA'S POV The morning sun peeked through the linen curtains, casting a soft golden hue across the bedroom. Nathan's arm was draped around my waist, his breathing slow and steady. For a moment, everything felt still. Peaceful. The kind of peace I had yearned for during months of chaos, betrayal, and heartbreak. But stillness always made me wary—it had a way of preparing the ground for a storm.I gently untangled myself from his embrace and sat up, brushing hair from my face. My bare feet touched the cold wooden floor as I padded to the window, pulling the curtain aside slightly. Down below, the city stirred, unaware of the weight I carried. The board at Titan Holdings had finally agreed to the restructuring plan, and my position was more permanent than ever. But permanence never came without a price.I wrapped Nathan's shirt around me, breathing in the faint scent of garlic and rosemary—leftovers from last night’s late dinner. He had cooked for me, held me, whispered promises I wante

ISLA'S POV The silence that followed Nathan’s confession was almost unbearable.I sat at the edge of the hotel room bed, my fingers clutching the hem of my dress as if it were the only anchor I had left. Outside, the city buzzed with night life—cars honking, distant laughter, the low hum of music wafting from a rooftop party nearby. But here, in this room, it was quiet. Unnervingly quiet.Nathan stood across the room, near the window, staring at the skyline like it held answers. Maybe it did. Maybe we were both just too caught up in each other to see the storm brewing around us until it cracked wide open.“I needed to tell you,” he had said. “Before it finds you first.”Those words echoed in my mind.He had kept a secret. Not out of malice, but protection. Still, it felt like a betrayal. I had spent years keeping my guard up, building myself brick by brick after every collapse. Letting Nathan in wasn’t easy. Letting him hold my fears, touch the softer, rawer parts of me—that took tru

ISLA'S POV The city was unusually quiet that morning, like it was holding its breath. I sat by the window with a mug of mint tea, watching the light crawl across the skyline. Normally, I’d already be halfway to Titan Holdings by this hour, checking schedules, responding to emails, aligning departments. But today, I needed to slow down.Wedding planning had crept into every inch of my schedule, tangling itself between meetings and decision memos. I didn’t mind. In fact, part of me welcomed the chaos. But I hadn’t had a moment to just breathe—to sit with the weight and wonder of what was coming.Marrying Nathan.Just the thought made my stomach flutter in ways I hadn’t experienced since our very first kiss. He had become my anchor, my partner in the deepest sense. Not just someone I loved, but someone I respected. Admired. He saw through the layers I wore for the world—the composed CEO, the quick-thinking strategist, the unshakable leader—and still chose me on the days I fell apart.Bu

NATHAN'S POV The morning sun broke through the skyline in soft gold streaks, catching on the window of our bedroom and casting light across Isla’s sleeping form. For a second, I didn’t move. I just watched her. Her hair was a soft mess across her pillow, one arm curled under it, her breathing slow and even. There was something sacred about mornings like this—quiet, uninterrupted, real.Tomorrow, we’d be husband and wife.The weight of that truth sat heavy in my chest, not because I feared it, but because I couldn’t believe I was this lucky. How often does a man get to stand still in a moment that he knows will shape the rest of his life?I pulled myself out of bed as quietly as I could, letting her sleep. Today was about final touches. Last-minute adjustments. The rehearsal dinner. The chaos before the calm.And I needed a moment alone before it all began.---At the restaurant, the staff was already buzzing. We weren’t open today—we had blocked it off for wedding prep and our privat

ISLA'S POV The morning sun filtered through the half-closed blinds, warm streaks cutting across our bedroom and tracing the shape of Nathan’s sleeping body. He was lying on his stomach, one arm flung across my side of the bed, face buried in the pillow. I watched him for a while, marveling at the stillness, knowing moments like these were rare. He’d barely slept the past two weeks, trying to keep his first restaurant afloat while launching the second one. And though he never said it out loud, I saw the toll it was taking.I pressed a kiss to his bare shoulder before carefully sliding out of bed. There were board meetings to prepare for, new hire interviews for the creative team, and a damage control call to make to the press after one of Lucas’s underhanded leaks made its way into the business blogs. He was a storm I hadn’t yet finished weathering, but I was getting better at sailing.Downstairs, I poured myself a cup of coffee and opened my laptop, trying to prioritize the noise. Ti