CHAPTER 1: Fading Affection

Isabella’s gaze met Grayson; the tension was palpable as her audacious proposal hung between them.

“You heard me right, Mr. Grayson Blake. I’m offering to be your wife,” she reiterated.

“And what do you get in return?” he asked, his voice edged with curiosity after a brief pause.

“I-I want out of the entertainment industry that’s been holding me captive; I need two hundred million.”

In two swift strides, Grayson closed the gap between them. Isabella found herself backing up until cool plaster met her shoulder blades. His proximity was overwhelming, his scent intoxicating. She swallowed hard, feeling herself melt under the intensity of his gaze.

“But a wife is expected to fulfill all her duties,” he murmured, his lips curving into a wolfish grin, “Including intimacy.” A cold shiver ran down Isabella’s spine as the words sank in.

***

Isabella

I just finished my scene for “Whispers of the Heart,” a romance drama series where I have a small but important role. The show will premiere on major streaming platforms next season and is getting much attention.

Not far from where I’m standing, I spot Gabriel Sterling, the lead actor, sharing a hearty laugh with Sabrina Morrison. People have been discussing a possible real-life romance between them for the past two years because of their on-screen chemistry.

The public has adored them since a live interview two years ago when Sabrina blushed the moment she first saw Gabriel. And, humbly, my boyfriend didn’t embarrass her.

That’s right! Gabriel became my fiancé two years ago when he proposed to me—right around the time he signed a contract to show affection with Sabrina publicly.

I should be used to seeing their on-screen sweetness by now—the stolen glances and tender touches—but every scene still stings, a sharp reminder of the cost of fame and the secrets we carry.

My talent manager, Sophia, a petite woman, approached me. “Your scenes are wrapped for today. The crew also mentioned you’re free to head home now.”

Sophia escorted me to my vehicle. She efficiently arranged my belongings in the back, ensuring everything was in order.

As I settled into the plush leather of the front passenger seat, Sophia hesitated.

“Anyway…” she began, taking a deep breath before continuing, “Uh, I heard there will be multiple bed scenes for the main cast in this series. They’re scheduled to start filming next week.”

“What?” I exclaimed, raising my voice in disbelief. “Why wasn’t I informed about this?”

“Isa, this series is a mature romance, not meant for young audiences,” Sophia says gently but firmly. “There will be intimate scenes in some episodes.”

“But Gabriel didn’t mention any of this to me,” I replied.

Sophia’s eyes softened with understanding. “Maybe he didn’t want you to think poorly of him or worry unnecessarily.”

That is the case as always—I’m the one who constantly worries.

“Gabriel has never accepted bed scenes in the past,” I muse, almost to myself. “Why would he agree to them now?”

Sophia stayed quiet, knowing when to give me space. She started the engine, and the car filled with a low hum. She could tell I was exhausted from being on set for 48 grueling hours, waiting for my scenes to wrap up. The long days and nights had turned into a blur of bright lights and repeated takes.

I closed my eyes, trying to find a moment of peace. But even in the darkness behind my eyelids, I can’t escape the dull ache in my chest.

Sophia said goodbye after dropping me off at the fancy skyscraper building where Gabriel and I lived. He proposed to me two years ago, and I agreed to move in with him instead of renting a separate place.

Falling asleep, I only woke up when darkness had settled in, startled by rustling sounds in the room. Gabriel’s green eyes greeted me. He was standing at the door, looking bothered.

His usual sweetness was long gone. “Uh…” he cleared his throat.

“Gabriel, I heard you’ll be having bed scenes with Sabrina,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. Not wanting to sound like I was interrogating him, my voice shook a bit, especially since this was something he should have told me himself.

“Yes.” He approached me and acted like everything was normal, and that I had nothing to worry about. I instinctively pulled away when he tried to kiss me on the cheek. Gabriel frowned, his brow furrowing deeply.

“Isa, this is a romance series! Besides, didn’t you already know about this since you also signed the contract as part of the cast?”

The heat rose to my temples. “Gabriel, I have a small role! I was there when the director and writer explained the overall plot of this series, but not the specific scenes, especially since I’m not one of the main actors! You should have told me about it before accepting this role!”

“Isa, I’m tired!” he murmured, exhaustion clear on his face. “Come on, I don’t want to argue. The intimate scenes are part of the role. I’m the lead and must accept whatever scenes they give me.”

Looking at him, I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me. It wasn’t just physical tiredness but an emotional weariness that seemed to seep into my bones. I never felt that he truly valued my feelings or considered how his actions affected me.

“Gabriel, let’s break up.”

CHAPTER 2: Love’s Burden

Gabriel’s frown deepened.

“Stop being ridiculous. Are you breaking up with me just because I agreed to the intimate scenes with Sabrina?” he asked, his voice tinged with exasperation.

I haven’t been comfortable with his relationship with Sabrina for a long time, and to be honest, she constantly nitpicks me when Gabriel isn’t around, her snide comments barely disguised as friendly banter. Since Sabrina is the main cast of this series, the crew is always on her side.

“Baby, come on. Don’t be too petty,” Gabriel pleaded, running a hand through his tousled dark hair. “You know I’m doing this for the fans. They’ve been supporting me for years, and they wanted to see me step out of my usual conservative roles. Besides, Leo told me that this project could help me get internationally recognized. This is just a scene. I won’t do anything that will harm our relationship.”

The thing is, his actions have already damaged our relationship beyond repair.

Gabriel reached out, his warm fingers intertwining with mine as he lifted my hand to his lips. I searched my feelings, and honestly, I couldn’t feel anything anymore.

I often gave in during situations like this, plastering on a smile and forcing myself to understand his perspective. But now, I feel like I’m tired, the weight of constant compromise bearing down on me.

Looking into his stormy green eyes, I insisted, “Gabriel, I’m serious. I want to break up.”

“Isa, don’t be unreasonable. I know you’re still angry...” he tried to console me. “We have a planned trip to Aspen, Colorado next weekend, right? The crisp mountain air, just the two of us...”

“Gabriel, next weekend is our supposed wedding,” I reminded him, my tone flat. His face remained calm, not a flicker of recognition passing across his features.

Sophia told me that Gabriel’s intimate scenes with Sabrina are scheduled for next week.

He paused for a moment but then smiled. “I know, baby. Leo has already booked the officiant for the wedding at the resort. It’ll just be the two of us for our ceremony. I’m excited to marry you.”

“We’ve postponed the wedding twice already. I hope it finally happens this time,” I said bitterly.

I could see the guilt flash across his face.

He was often called by the management of Golden Stage Entertainment—the agency that handles both of us. The first time Gabriel canceled the wedding, Leo, his talent manager, informed him that the management suddenly called him to explain the new project. The second time, Sabrina had a scandal, and the management wanted Gabriel to speak on her behalf, using his reputation to calm the media frenzy.

I wonder now what excuse he might have this time. It’s as if I’m already anticipating our trip to the secluded resort won’t push through again, the disappointment, a familiar ache in my chest.

I’m tired of waiting, loving him, and being second best in his career.

Gabriel forced a smile and kissed my hand again. “I’m sure we’ll finally get married this time, babe. I promise.”

No longer wanting to argue with Gabriel, all that’s left is to wait for the day, preparing my heart for the inevitable disappointment.

***

Sophia and I met for a photo shoot because I had taken on a small brand to promote their skincare products. This was also the day to capture some intimate scenes between Gabriel and Sabrina for the romance series, a fact that felt heavy in my stomach.

Sophia approached me after the photoshoot. She handed me a chilled bottle of water and wrapped me in a plush white robe because I was only wearing a thin tube top to showcase the smoothness of my skin in the photos.

“You know, I’m more scared of what you’re doing right now than any of these promo shots,” Sophia said, her brow furrowed with concern as we headed to the dressing room to change. “Are you sure you’re okay with Gabriel and Sabrina’s setup on set?”

I took a sip of water, savoring the cool liquid.

“I tried to break up with Gabriel last week when I found out about the scenes,” I said casually as if discussing the weather.

Her eyes widened. “You did? And he agreed?”

“Sophia, do I look stupid?” I asked instead. There was a hint of sadness in my voice. “Gabriel seemed to see a pattern with me. He’d make a mistake in our relationship. He’d coax me, and I would eventually forgive whatever we argued about because I couldn’t stand not giving in to him. But I feel like it’s becoming a routine, a dance I’m tired of performing.”

Sophia scratched the side of her head. She doesn’t like Gabriel for me because I can’t stand up for myself with my boyfriend. In truth, she was shocked when she found out that I was in a relationship with a famous actor.

“Does this mean you two reconciled, and he persuaded you to do his intimate scenes with Sabrina?”

We entered the dressing room, the door clicking shut behind us and giving us a private space where no one could hear us.

“He already decided and signed a contract. There’s nothing more I can do about it,” I replied.

After changing into my casual clothes, Sophia informed me while reading a message on her phone.

“There’s just one scene set to be filmed today,” she informed me.

I checked my watch. Gabriel needed to finish his scene because we had a flight to Colorado tomorrow. Our long-awaited wedding weekend was just around the corner, a bittersweet promise.

“Let’s go to the film set,” I suggested to Sophia.

Even though Sophia was hesitant to take me to the scene because of her concerns, her eyes clouded with worry, she still accompanied me to a luxurious hotel.

In the director’s large monitor, I was in the background, a silent spectator watching the two people passionately kissing. Gabriel’s lips grazed over Sabrina’s neck, his fingers tangled in her hair. Sabrina also gave her all, her body arching into his touch. The director was delighted to see the chemistry between the two main cast members in bed for their scene.

Here I was, torturing myself even more. My chest tightened at the scene, a vice grip around my heart, but I had to accept this because I had a boyfriend who was an actor. I wanted to wake myself up, to shake off this surreal nightmare.

Sophia suggested we leave after seeing the pain in my eyes.

I love Gabriel so much; I’m always happy with his career growth. I have always accepted that he’s not just my fiancé but a public figure. He’s a dedicated actor, and his passion for his craft is evident in every scene. But sometimes, in quiet moments like these, I want to know and think about what my position is in Gabriel’s heart.

Am I just another supporting character in his blockbuster life?

When Sophia and I stepped outside, the cool air was refreshing from the stuffy set. I was surprised to see Charlotte Prescott and Lucas Murphy in the hotel lobby.

The two people who pulled me into my situation…

CHAPTER 3: Voice Unheard

The corners of my cousin Charlotte’s lips curved up slightly. She stood beside Lucas Murphy, my childhood friend, their hands intertwined. Lucas, now a distinguished board member at Golden Stage Entertainment, was engaged to Charlotte, my cousin, who also happened to be the head talent manager at his company.

Because of her position, Charlotte controlled both my and Gabriel’s careers, which is why I never got any major roles despite years of hard work and many auditions. Her influence was everywhere in the industry.

“Isabella!” Lucas frowned at me, his forehead creasing with disapproval. “What are you doing here?”

Charlotte, trying to maintain her pleasant demeanor for Lucas, chimed in, her voice dripping with false sweetness, “Perhaps she found out we were visiting the set and decided to stir up trouble... Isabella, how many times do I have to tell you? If only you were better at acting, you’d be in Sabrina’s position by now.”

I couldn’t entirely blame them for thinking that way.

Two years ago, because of Lucas’ influence and as a friend, I turned to him when I wanted to end the public rumors about my boyfriend and Sabrina’s relationship. He had agreed to help me. But Charlotte intervened just three days later. She accused me of using Gabriel to get Lucas’s attention, making me look like a desperate and scheming woman.

It wasn’t long before Lucas started seeing me as nothing more than a delusional childhood friend. We used to be close, always supporting one another, but everything changed the moment Charlotte came into our lives. She captivated Lucas's attention, wrapping him around her perfectly manicured finger.

“Anyway, Isabella,” Charlotte said, her voice softening for Lucas’s sake, “Uncle Fred has been asking about you. Stop being stubborn and go back to the mansion. Your family misses you.”

I couldn’t hold back anymore when she mentioned my father.

“You know what, Charlotte? You should have been an actress instead of a talent manager. You’re such a natural at pretending,” I snapped, my teeth clenched in irritation, hands balled into fists at my sides.

“Look at yourself!” Lucas fired back, his face reddening with anger. “Charlotte’s been nothing but concerned for you. She’s taken on the responsibility of caring for your parents, and this is how you repay her?”

I scoffed bitterly, feeling the familiar ache of betrayal in my chest. “Is that what she told you? That I abandoned my parents?”

The truth hurt deeply—my parents broke my heart when they believed Charlotte’s lies over me when I was just sixteen. They abandoned me, falling for one lie after another, and left me to struggle in a world that seemed set on making me fail.

“Isabella, I know the truth. You’ve always been jealous of Charlotte, and that’s why you’re acting like this!”

I stared at him, feeling the weight of his betrayal settle heavily on my shoulders. Lucas was supposed to be my friend, but he’d already let me down. Explaining myself was pointless. In his eyes, I would always be the villain of this story.

I walked past them without saying a word, keeping my head high and pretending they weren’t there. It was then that I remembered Sophia was with me, her surprised expression showing how shocked she was by my ease around the couple. Her eyes moved back and forth between me and them as we left.

Charlotte’s perfectly painted lips curved into a triumphant smile. She was clearly pleased that Lucas was growing more agitated by the second, his face flushing a deeper shade of red.

“Isabella!” Lucas shouted, his voice bouncing off the hallway walls, but I kept walking, leaving them behind.

“Love, just let her go,” I heard Charlotte say in her sweet, manipulative tone. “She always pulls this for attention. She’ll come around once she realizes we’re just trying to do what’s best for her.”

As soon as Sophia and I settled into the car, her curiosity bubbled over, and she couldn’t help but speak up.

“You know Boss Lucas Murphy and Charlotte Prescott?” she asked, “Then why…”

“Why won’t they help me with my acting career?” I finished for her. “You saw how they treated me back there. Lucas maybe my childhood friend, but when it comes to Charlotte, he’s blind to everything.”

Sophia nodded, her expression thoughtful. She knew well enough that Lucas and Charlotte were the power couple of the company, their influence reaching every corner of the industry. Lucas adored Charlotte so much that nothing else seemed to matter.

Realization dawned on Sophia’s face as she connected the dots. “Charlotte is your cousin?”

“Yeah…” I shrugged my shoulder and leaned back in the chair, trying to appear nonchalant.

“I mean, how? I’ve been handling your career for the past three years, and they often reject some of the jobs assigned to you. They always changed them last minute.”

“Because Charlotte wanted my life,” I simply said. I’ve known about it for a long time, but eventually, I just gave up, feeling all my energy slip away.

“Charlotte entered my family’s mansion when we were ten…” I started to tell the story.

I consider Sophia a friend, and I knew she wouldn’t reveal anything about my life to the public. Her loyalty was one of my few comforts in this cutthroat industry.

“Her parents died in a car accident, and my parents took her in. She came from a modest family and became interested in my family’s life. At first, she took Lucas’ attention away from me when we were teenagers. Lucas is from a wealthy family. She used her pitiful life to win Lucas’ affection…”

I paused for a moment, searching my feelings to see if I still felt any pain, but it had turned to ice because of my experience.

“When I was sixteen, Charlotte made a bold move to make my parents hate me completely. She planted weed in my closet…” My voice trailed off, the memory still sharp despite the years that had passed.

Sophia’s eyes widened, her hand flying to her mouth in shock.

CHAPTER 4: Continuous Disappointment

The look in my parents’ eyes is still vivid from that day.

“My mom was devastated; she couldn’t believe what they found in my things. Without a second thought, my dad slapped me. He accused me of being rebellious, saying I was too young to be so disobedient. That moment marked the beginning of the rift between me and my parents. Charlotte was always one step ahead, and though I tried to be good despite everything, I resented them deeply. I didn’t try to appease them or prove I was the good child they wanted.”

I smiled bitterly, the taste of those memories still sour on my tongue. “When I was 18, Charlotte took things even further to ruin me. I caught her slipping a pregnancy test kit into my belongings. When I confronted my mom, she believed Charlotte over me. Furious, she dragged me to the hospital, where it was confirmed I wasn’t pregnant. She never apologized, and the damage had already been done.”

My mom is a well-known fashion designer. Her reputation meant everything to her, seemingly more than her own daughter. I never shared this with Sophia; the shame and pain felt too raw to reveal.

I continued, “That was when I decided to leave home because the hurt ran too deep. I enrolled in an art school and eventually chose to study design at an Art University abroad. That’s where I met Gabriel.”

At the university, Gabriel was the most handsome man I had ever seen, and he was the one who helped me in one incident. Gabriel quickly captured my young heart, still fragile from years of family turmoil. I didn’t think twice about switching to an acting course just to be close to him, abandoning my passion for design.

But was that just my role in Gabriel’s life—to wait on the sidelines, longing for even a small taste of his affection, like a piece of candy just out of reach?

The more I shared my story, the heavier the sadness in my chest grew.

“Anyway, let’s not dwell on them,” Sophia said, igniting the engine car to take me to the apartment I had asked her to find the other day.

Gabriel hadn’t called me in two days. During this time, I’d already begun moving into the new place I’d found because, deep down, I knew he’d let me down again. The silence of his absence spoke volumes.

When Sophia dropped me off at the apartment, she hesitated, scratching her temple. Her eyes darted around the unfamiliar surroundings.

“Are you sure you’re not returning to the place you shared with Gabriel? I’m worried about you being here alone.”

“I’m alone there too, Sophia,” I replied, my voice edged with sadness. “I might as well be on my own. I’ve been here for two days, and Gabriel hasn’t even bothered to call. He’s staying at the hotel.”

Gabriel had grown comfortable with the idea of me waiting around, like a cat always there when he decided to come home.

“So far, you’re free for a week,” Sophia said, her tone professional but tinged with concern. “I’ll call you once I’ve secured a new project for you and update you on the final scenes for this series. Just take a break for now.”

She thought I was simply on vacation, unaware of the plans Gabriel and I had made to get married.

I forced a smile and replied, “Take care!”

After ensuring I was okay on my own, Sophia left.

Later, as I soaked in the bathtub, I scrolled through my social media feed. Suddenly, I stumbled upon Gabriel’s post, and my heart lurched painfully in my chest.

The caption read, ‘I’m happy I’m with you.’

I wouldn’t have minded a simple post like that, but the candid photo of him and Sabrina was mocking me. He was smiling radiantly, gazing into her eyes as if they were utterly in love as if I had never existed.

There were many comments wishing they would admit their relationship.

I stopped paying attention to my feelings and submerged myself in the water, letting the muffled silence envelop me.

By morning, the names Gabriel and Sabrina were trending on social media platforms. Someone saw them enter a hotel suite together.

Uncertainty loomed over whether this was still for their publicity, but I no longer want to tire myself thinking about it. I packed my small luggage and went to the airport to visit Mexico.

I arrived at Benito Juárez International Airport in Mexico City in the afternoon. As soon as I opened my cellphone, it rang, and Gabriel’s name appeared on the screen.

I decided to answer. “Hello…”

“Damn it, Isa! You finally answered. L-listen, I…” After panicking, he didn’t know what to say next, heaving a heavy sigh.

What happened? The silence stretched between us, heavy with unspoken words.

“Baby, I… I was drunk. I got back to the apartment late… Are you in Colorado now? Wait for me there, alright? I rebooked my flight so I can be with you soon… I…" His words tumbled out, desperate and pleading.

Something felt off; the tremble in his voice was unmistakable.

“Gabriel, you don’t need to leave anymore. You don’t need to explain either.” I paused, steeling myself. “I’m absolutely serious; it’s over between us.”

CHAPTER 5: Breaking Point

After hanging up my call with Gabriel, my phone kept buzzing with messages from him and my talent manager, Sophia.

Sophia: Isabella, are you alright? Gabriel’s been calling me nonstop, trying to locate you. You won’t believe it—A photo of him entering the Lotus Suite at the Grand Plaza Hotel with Sabrina went viral this morning. They didn’t come out until after noon! Management got the photos taken down after a few hours, but the damage was done. Chatter is buzzing with rumors.

Chatter is a social media platform known for spreading celebrity rumors.

Now it made sense why Gabriel sounded so restless on the phone.

He had cheated—with Sabrina!

Despite promises to me just last week, Gabriel knew precisely what he was doing. After five long years of waiting and believing in us, my heart finally gave up.

I pulled my suitcase and headed to the secluded resort in Mexico where I planned to stay for a few days. Gabriel kept calling, but I ignored him. Frustrated by his persistence, I eventually blocked his number.

My mind was made up—I would spend the next few days walking on the beach, breathing in the salty air, and finally shutting down my feelings for Gabriel for good.

***

A week later, I returned to Century City, Los Angeles. Sophia handed me my final schedule for a few scenes in the series.

After wrapping up the scene, I expressed my gratitude to the director and some crew members for their care. Due to my minor role, I knew they hadn’t paid much attention to me on set.

As I headed towards my dressing room, an unexpected face was waiting for me at the door: Gabriel. His handsomeness was as striking as ever, but I couldn’t tell if the worry lines on his forehead showed real guilt or mere inconvenience.

“Let’s talk,” he said, his voice steady.

Glancing around, some staff members were watching us with confusion, likely wondering why Gabriel, who had barely acknowledged me on set, was now seeking me out.

“Do you need something from me, Mr. Sterling?” I asked casually.

“Isabella…” he murmured, my name lingering in the air like a plea.

“Gabriel, if you’re worried about your image, this isn’t the best place to talk,” I replied, “You know that, right?” I gestured subtly to the onlookers.

He frowned, clearly aware of the truth in my words. His shoulders tensed as he leaned in closer. “But please, return to the apartment.”

The idea of speaking with Gabriel in person crossed my mind. Causing a scene in front of the curious onlookers wouldn’t be ideal, and a few things needed to be collected from his apartment.

With a sigh, I agreed, “Alright!”

His face brightened, his green eyes sparkling as if he believed I had given in again. It was a familiar pattern—just a little effort from him, and I would back down.

That night, I made my way to our apartment.

“Please wait for me here,” I told Sophia.

“Are you sure?” she asked, concern lacing her voice.

I forced a smile, hoping it looked more convincing than it felt. “Yes, babe. I’ll grab my things and personally end my relationship with Gabriel.”

“That jerk! He hooked up with Sabrina after those intimate scenes! I really hate him!”

I understood why Sophia was so angry. Gabriel always put his management duties first, even above our relationship. It drove her crazy that, after five years in a relationship, including the two years as his fiancee, he never stood up for me against the management’s disrespect. Gabriel had a name in the industry and influence that could have protected me. So why did he let them belittle me all the time?

I took the sleek elevator to his apartment and entered the code that had been etched in my memory from the two years I lived there.

As I opened the door, I was taken aback to find Gabriel standing just a meter inside. He was dressed casually in a faded blue T-shirt and khaki shorts.

I instinctively closed the door behind me.

“I’m glad you came. I cooked dinner; let’s eat together,” he said in a warm voice.

The aroma of spices wafted from the kitchen, enticing yet bittersweet.

Steeling myself, I kept my voice level as I replied, “I won’t be eating, Gabriel. I’m just here to collect my things. Sophia is waiting for me downstairs.”

Without waiting for his response, I walked straight to the bedroom, pulled out the pink suitcase from the wardrobe, and began packing my belongings one by one.

Gabriel leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed and a furrowed brow betraying his frustration. “Isabella... when are you going to stop this tantrum?”

His words hurt, reminding me why I was leaving. He saw my feelings as mere tantrums.

I met his gaze, steadying myself. “Gabriel, I’m not just sulking. I’ve already told you—we’re breaking up.”

“But I don’t agree!” he shouted, his voice rising with frustration.

I sighed, exhaustion settling in like a heavy fog. “Gabriel, I’m drained by this relationship.”

He hesitated, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. “But you know I’m only doing those things with Sabrina for publicity, right?”

“When you cheated, it stopped being about publicity.” To my surprise, I remained calm. Usually, these conversations ended in tears, with his anger spilling over as he stormed out, leaving me alone in the dimly lit apartment.

His lips trembled, a wave of emotion threatening to spill over. “I messed up, Isabella! I know I did. Please… can you give me another chance?”

Chance? The request felt almost absurd, a bitter joke.

“Gabriel, how many chances have I already given you?” I pressed, searching his face for answers.

His mouth fell open, then snapped shut as he swallowed hard, a storm of regret brewing in his eyes.

“You can’t even count them anymore, can you?” I finished, closing my luggage with a heavy heart.

He noticed I had packed only a few things—just the essentials and some casual clothes.

I moved toward the door, pulling my suitcase.

Before I could turn the knob, Gabriel clenched his teeth. “Isabella, once you walk out that door, there’s no turning back!”

I turned to face him, my voice steady. “Gabriel, the moment you decided to have intimate scenes with Sabrina without telling me, I made my decision to end things. If I truly mattered to you, you would have been honest instead of leaving me uncomfortable.”

“Whenever you post about you and Sabrina, you should understand how I feel as your real girlfriend. Please don’t contact me anymore. I won’t say anything publicly about our relationship—that’s my parting gift.”

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, cutting off our tense conversation. I figured it might be Sophia waiting for me.

When I opened the door, Sabrina and I were caught off guard, the air thick with surprise and unspoken feelings.

CHAPTER 6: Slap of Reality

Seeing Sabrina outside our apartment’s door was bitterly ironic. On one hand, I would no longer live here. Gabriel could welcome anyone he wanted—just like he already had.

“Th-this...” Gabriel stammered, his voice catching in his throat, clearly blindsided.

“I didn’t know you’d be here, Isabella. I came to talk to Gabriel about last week,” Sabrina murmured, playing the part of the victim.

I pressed my lips together, my gaze shifting to Gabriel. Panic flickered in his eyes, a silent plea. But at that moment, my heart turned cold.

“Sabrina, the security here is tight. You can’t just walk up to the apartment floor without clearance,” I remarked casually, though my pulse quickened.

Sabrina reached into her designer handbag and held up a familiar keycard. “I used this. It’s my third time.”

The third time? I stayed silent, but the question seared through my thoughts. Where was I during these clandestine visits? Out working late, trusting, and oblivious?

Gabriel’s voice wavered with desperation. “Isabella, don’t jump to conclusions. The first time, she just needed to change clothes. Last week... I was drunk. I hadn’t gotten the keycard back yet, that’s all.”

“You don’t need to explain.” I cut him off, turning away.

I stepped into the elevator and swiped the keycard over the sensor before handing it back to Gabriel as he rushed over.

“Gabriel, I’m giving this back.” I placed the card in his trembling hand. “Sophia already took care of the apartment bills. I don’t think there’s anything else left to settle.” My voice stayed calm.

His hand shook as he grasped the card, stunned by my icy detachment. “Isabella, please...”

“You need to talk to Sabrina and figure out your relationship,” I said calmly.

"We don’t have a relationship!" His voice escalated, filled with rage. “You’ve always been so understanding about my career. How can you do this over a mere rumor?”

I had so much to say, but it felt pointless now—disappointment had turned me into a shell, indifferent to everything.

Sabrina pulled his arms. "Gabriel, just let her go. I came here to talk, and I have no ill intentions toward your relationship. If Isabella can’t see my purpose, then she doesn’t truly love you."

Her words seemed to lift Gabriel, bringing out a dark side in him. "Mark my words, Isabella. If you leave now, don’t you dare think of coming back!"

The elevator doors slid shut with a soft chime, sealing him behind as my heart hardened once more.

For five years, I followed Gabriel like a shadow, my own identity slowly fading into the background. I relentlessly chased his dreams, supporting him in every conceivable way. Along the way, I lost sight of my own dreams, foolishly believing that Gabriel was the only one that mattered.

But now, I see clearly. He’s not worth my tears, let alone the years I’ve wasted.

In the elevator, descending from the apartment that was once called my sanctuary, my phone rang. I expected it to be Gabriel, so my heart skipped a beat. Instead, I was surprised to see my father’s name on the screen—a rare sight that made me curious and uneasy.

“Hello?” I answered after a hesitant swipe.

“Come home. We need to talk,” my father said, his voice stern.

“Can’t we just talk on the phone?” I asked, hoping to avoid the confrontation. The idea of facing my parents after years of hardly speaking was overwhelming.

“Isabella!” he snapped, “I raised you, took care of you, and gave you everything—even though you’ve been away for years! Is this how you thank your parents?”

The last time a real conversation happened between us was a blur in my memory.

“Come home to the mansion,” he added sharply, leaving no room for debate. “Your mother and I have something important to tell you.”

To end the tense exchange, I agreed. I hung up the call, feeling unsettled.

When the elevator doors opened, I was surprised to see Sophia there, her usual calm expression replaced by worry.

“Are you alright?” she asked, concern etched on her face. “I saw Sabrina get out of her car... I know she went to Gabriel’s apartment. I’ve been worried sick about you.”

I forced a smile. “You think I’m going to lash out at Sabrina just because she slept with my boyfriend?”

“Not really... I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. This whole situation is so messed up.”

“Forget about them,” I said, waving my hand dismissively. “I’m free now—that’s all that matters.”

But I never thought this newfound freedom would take me right into the trouble waiting for me at home.

***

“What?” I exclaimed, disbelief flooding my voice as my father’s words hung like a toxic cloud. I clenched my jaw, disappointment coursing through me.

“I’m sorry, Isabella... I have to do this to repay your parents for taking me in. But I’m already involved with Lucas.” As usual, my cousin Charlotte acted like a fragile flower, hiding her true nature behind a mask of vulnerability.

Of course, my father felt better about her. “Don’t speak like that, Charlotte. You did better than this wench!”

Mom reached out to hold my hand. “Isabella,” she pleaded, “your dad needs this project to support the company. It’s worth millions. Mr. Shaw has one request to continue this crucial contract: they want you to marry their son.”

“I already met that jerk, Mom!” I spat, unable to hide my disgust. “He’s a substance misuser and treats women horribly! You want me to marry someone you know won’t respect me?” The resentment in my voice was apparent, years of frustration boiling over.

My mother couldn’t meet my gaze, guilt etching deep lines on her face.

“What are you so proud of?” Dad sneered, “That boyfriend you’re clinging to doesn’t respect you either! He’s involved with someone else! Break up with Gabriel Sterling and do as we say if you want a place in this family!”

My father’s anger lashed out like a whip.

Charlotte’s lips curled into a smirk, her eyes glittering with malice. “Oh, Uncle, don’t you know?” she chimed in, her voice sickeningly sweet. “I heard from Gabriel’s assistant that they already broke up!”

I burned with rage, wanting nothing more than to lash out at the witch who had poisoned my relationship with my parents. But holding back was necessary, knowing it would only give them more reason to criticize me.

“Good! If you don’t marry the Shaws, we’ll forget you’re our daughter!” my father threatened. My mother’s eyes widened in shock, but all I felt was a tightening knot of disappointment in my chest, a familiar ache growing for years.

Filled with determination and heartbreak, I declared, “Then go ahead, sever your ties with me!

The silence followed was overwhelming, shattered only by the sharp sound of a slap. A heavy hand struck my cheek.

CHAPTER 7: Unraveling Ties

My mother let out an audible gasp as a familiar pain stabbed at my chest. Tears threatened to cloud my vision, making the crystal chandelier above blur. The sadness was overwhelming, but I wouldn’t let them see how deeply hurt I was, how brokenhearted I was.

How many times had Dad lashed out like this?

“You have no right to refuse!” This is the only thing we’ve ever asked of you!” Dad’s voice thundered, his chest heaving with anger. “You haven’t been a good child to your mom and me! I regret the day you became my daughter!”

Those words no longer stung; I’d learned to accept them long ago.

“Honey, please…” My mother held his arm, trying to calm him.

I looked my dad in the eye, my voice steady from years of dealing with his disappointment.

“Dad, I’m only accepting the terms you set. You said if I didn’t do what you and Mom wanted, you’d forget I was your child. I’m not a transaction—I’m your daughter! Or at least, I’m supposed to be. It’s funny how you only remember that when you need something from me!

I squared my shoulders, feeling the stiffness of my jacket. “I’ll marry whoever I want; that decision is mine alone.”

“Y-you ungrateful—” The words lodged in his throat. Clutching his chest, he felt the heat of anger radiate through his body as he sank heavily into the chair, the weight of his frustration pulling him down like an anchor.

“Issa, please,” my mother pleaded. “don’t talk like that. You’re our only child,” and said softly. “Let’s discuss this calmly, okay?”

There she was, playing her usual role as the peacekeeper, smoothing over conflicts with expensive gifts and empty apologies. But I hadn’t forgotten her betrayal. I could have used her fame and name in the industry, but I didn’t.

Three years ago, some gossip site plastered an old photo of me on Chatter, stirring up rumors and linking me to her. They wanted to know if I was Mary Prescott’s daughter—the renowned designer.

With unwavering resolve, Mother faced the reporters, declaring that I, Isabella Prescott, was far from the daughter they envisioned. She turned her back on me, unable to accept the idea of having a child who wouldn’t shine in the industry’s limelight.

She called once and explained, “Honey, I’m working on millions of projects, and your reputation doesn’t fit my plans. Charlotte told me about the rumors on Chatter—that you’re a hidden protégé of Golden Stage’s executives. You understand, right? Charlotte believes this is best for both of us. I’m confident you’ll find your own path to success.’”

A numbness filled my limbs as I moved stiffly toward the parking garage. I crossed paths with Lucas but brushed past him without a word.

His inflated ego, much like his trust fund, blinded him to the truth, making him see my retreat as a desperate attempt to get his attention.

“Isabella!” he called after me, but Charlotte’s voice from our mansion door immediately pulled him back. “Lucas!”

“Did something happen? What’s going on with her?” Lucas asked, confusion evident in his tone.

“Oh, she’s just being difficult again,” Charlotte replied. “Uncle wanted to arrange a marriage with the Shaw family. He’s only thinking of Isabella’s future, but you know how she is—she’s a rebel, always clashing with him. Just forget about her.”

Inside my mini Range Rover, I held the leather steering wheel tightly as I struggled against the shaking that threatened to overwhelm me. A sob caught in my throat as the question that had haunted me for years came up again: Why was fate so cruel? Why couldn’t the people I loved most—my parents and Gabriel Sterling—give me the love I had for them?

I breathed, pulled myself together, and returned to my apartment.

That day ended with a call to Sophia. “I want to end my contract with Golden Stage Entertainment,” I told her, my decision as firm as a judge’s gavel.

I had put up with everything for Gabriel, loving him from the shadows and always being there. But now, I was cutting him out of my life like a surgeon removing a tumor, along with every painful hope he had given me.

***

At the Whispers of the Heart's wrap-up party, I was taken aback by what Sophia revealed in the hotel suite, her face etched with worry as she delivered the news.

“Two hundred million?!” I gasped.

She scratched her head. “Yes. That’s what’s stipulated in your contract if you terminate it. You still have two years left, and that amount would be your termination liability.”

“But I’ve only earned a few million from the company! They haven’t given me any significant roles. How could I have made money from a few minor gigs and modeling?”

My fist clenched in frustration. It was clear Charlotte had no intention of easing my situation. I had made mistakes, too, accepting those roles just to be with Gabriel without considering the consequences.

Sophia fell silent. “What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know, Sophia, but I refuse to sit here and do nothing.”

Maybe my mother could help, though I dreaded the thought of her pushing me toward Mr. Shaw to resolve this. The mere idea of his son made my skin crawl.

I didn’t want to think about that right now. I needed to brace myself for whatever my mother would say later.

Just then, Sophia’s phone rang, and Leo, Gabriel’s assistant, flashed on the screen. My expression soured. For days, Sophia had complained about Gabriel and his assistant pestering her about me, their calls becoming increasingly aggressive.

“What am I supposed to say to him?” Sophia’s voice wavered. “They probably know you’re here at the hotel.”

I snatched Sophia’s phone and answered Leo’s call.

“Leo, stop bothering Sophia!” I snapped.

But Gabriel’s smooth, practiced voice replied, “Issa, I heard you’re terminating your contract with the company. Where will you get that kind of money? Baby, stop this nonsense. You’re suffering too much, and it’s not worth it. Please return to the apartment, and let’s end this drama. I know you wanted to end the contract also because of me.”

I took a deep breath, inhaling the lingering scent of expensive perfume and disappointment that filled the suite. Gabriel probably thought it was that simple, that I would fold like I always had before.

“Gabriel Sterling,” I replied, “if you announced our real relationship tonight, I’d go back to the apartment and pretend everything is fine as if these past weeks didn’t happen—especially your cheating. How does that sound?”

CHAPTER 8: Playing the Part

Gabriel hesitated on the other end, his breathing unsteady. Deep down, I knew he wouldn’t choose me over the fame that had transformed him from the gentleman I’d fallen so deeply in love with into the renowned actor he was now.

Finally, his voice broke through, tinged with a hint of desperation that tightened my fingers around the phone. “Issa, please… anything but that. You know the reporters and social media are watching this event. They’re counting on the chemistry between Sabrina and me to draw viewers. The network has invested millions in this.”

A bitter smile tugged at my lips as pain twisted in my chest. I’d expected this from Gabriel, yet it didn’t hurt any less.

“Then, stop wasting my time—and Sophia’s,” I said coldly. “You’re right about one thing: I don’t want to be involved with you. That’s why I’m asking to terminate the contract.”

“Issa…” His voice faltered, stunned by my detachment. “No! Please, just hear me—”

But I didn’t give him a chance. I ended the call, even as my heart ached. I loved Gabriel deeply, but it’s time to let go. Loving him isn’t worth this endless dance of hope and disappointment.

It’s sad that he still expects me to accept his situation, as I have done for five long years. But I’m human, too—I have dreams and desires of my own.

“Are you alright?” Sophia asked gently, her concern evident.

I mustered a small smile. “I’ll find a way to cover the termination fees, Sophia. I just worry about leaving you without support.”

“Don’t worry about me,” she reassured, waving away my concern with manicured fingers. “I have two other talents to look after. Focus on yourself.”

I returned her smile. Sophia didn’t deserve to be pulled into my mess—she’d been more than just an agent these past years.

After a quick touch-up and slipping into an elegant black dress that felt like armor, I attended the event. I made my way to the event. The gathering would start with a few questions from reporters for the drama series promotion.

On stage, a chair was reserved for me. I could sense Gabriel’s gaze burning into me from his seat, the longing that might flicker in his eyes, but I brushed it off.

The questions began with simple, predictable ones about the drama’s plot and characters. But soon, they turned to Gabriel’s relationship with Sabrina.

One reporter asked, “It’s no secret that many fans are curious about your real relationship with Sabrina. After two years of working together, I have a bold question: are you two dating right now?”

I kept my expression neutral, a mask perfected through countless similar moments.

“What do you think?” Sabrina replied with a bright smile. She played the coy starlet perfectly, even tilting her head just right.

The reporters exchanged knowing looks.

Gabriel reached for his microphone, hesitation visible in the tremor of his hand as if he was about to say something important. Something true, for once.

“Uh, I’m in a relationship...”

But before he could finish, Sabrina leaned in, covering his microphone with her hand and whispering something in his ear. Her expression was sweet as poison—like a doting girlfriend reminding him of something.

The reporters’ smiles widened, perhaps charmed by the chemistry between the lead actors. They likely assumed Gabriel was about to confess their relationship, but Sabrina seemed determined to keep up the pretense.

“Sorry, guys, our lips are sealed. Our managers and agency are watching,” Sabrina said with a knowing look.

Yet, thanks to Gabriel’s fumbled words, the reporters and those watching the livestream had already jumped to their desired conclusion about a romance between the two actors. I watched their faces light up with satisfaction.

The party shifted to the pool area. I planned to linger for another thirty minutes; long enough to mingle with a few familiar faces without raising suspicions. Some reporters approached me with questions about my work and life, and I answered on autopilot.

Before I could escape, Sabrina glided over to my cocktail table.

“Did you ask Gabriel to admit the truth about your relationship?” she asked softly, her smile disarming in its practiced perfection. To any observer, we appeared to be just two friends having a casual chat.

I chose not to respond, taking a slow sip of my drink instead.

She continued to provoke me. “That won’t lead anywhere, Isabella. You can’t win over me.”

With a smirk, she pressed something on her phone, and moments later, mine vibrated against the table like a warning.

I glanced at my screen to see that Sabrina had sent me a two-minute voice recording on my messaging app.

“I suggest you listen to this with your Bluetooth headset.” Her eyes glittered with malice in the pool lights. “You wouldn’t want everyone to hear the recording,” she said, flashing me a sly wink.

I stared at her, feeling a mix of confusion and annoyance. “Sabrina, I don’t understand what your point is. You’ve seen it already—I broke up with him. Whatever relationship you two had doesn’t matter to me anymore.”

Feigning indifference, I stood to leave the table, though Sabrina’s voice recording intrigued me, and I wanted to hear it.

As I walked by her, I couldn’t help but throw one last insult, my whisper cutting like glass: “By the way, keep a tight grip on Gabriel’s neck. We both know he’s the reason for your fame. What if some pathetic new fan tries to approach him again?”

Her teeth clenched at my words, but I didn’t notice her plotting something then.

Suddenly, she grabbed my arm and yanked me toward the pool. My eyes widened as I watched her orchestrate her fall, her body arcing gracefully into the water first. The force of her grip dragged me after her.

The cold water shocked my system, stealing my breath. Chlorine burned my eyes and nose.

“Oh my god!” Gasps rippled through the crowd like waves, phones already raised to capture the drama.

Gabriel, witnessing our plunge, swiftly shed his coat. I struggled in my soaked gown, the heavy fabric shifting from elegant to an anchor, pulling me down.

“Help!” Sabrina screamed, and Gabriel swam towards her, instinctively reaching for the damsel in distress.

Fighting my way to the edge of the pool, fellow artists lent their hands to help me climb out. Collapsing onto the deck, gasps for air escaped my lips as mascara streamed down my cheeks like black tears.

Sabrina clung to Gabriel, sobbing. “Isabella pushed me into the pool!” She buried her face in his chest, voice trembling. “I don’t know what her problem is.”

The crowd’s gazes shifted to me, their looks laced with judgment. In their eyes, I was the jealous co-actress, consumed by envy toward the lead. The co-artist who tried to help me backed away as if I were contagious.

I pressed my lips together, feeling the sting of their accusations burn hotter than the chlorine. A coat was draped over my shoulders. As I raised my gaze, I found myself staring into the familiar face from my high school days—Grayson Blake.

CHAPTER 9: Rebel from the Past

“Is that Mr. Blake?”

“What’s he doing here?”

“Haven’t you heard? He owns part of the hotel—he’s one of the major shareholders!”

Whispers spread through the crowd, but I couldn’t look away from the man I hadn’t seen in eight years. I was seventeen the last time we met—just before he disappeared.

“You’re saying she pushed you?” Grayson’s cold voice sliced through Sabrina’s dramatic sobs as she clung to Gabriel.

Perhaps because of Grayson’s piercing gaze, Sabrina couldn’t bring herself to lie. Fear kept her silent.

“We can’t afford any incidents at this hotel, especially with your drama series’ producer being a frequent guest. Are you certain about this accusation?” His tone carried the weight of authority.

“Yes!” Sabrina answered, her tone resolute.

“Then you won’t mind if I review the surveillance footage to confirm Ms. Isabella Prescott pushed you into the pool?”

As she seemed to recall the many security cameras around, panic flashed across Sabrina’s face.

“N-no, wait—I’m not sure anymore!” she stammered, gritting her teeth and shooting a pleading look at Gabriel. “Maybe Isabella didn’t mean it. She just walked past me... I-I probably misunderstood.”

I stood trembling and silent, my wet clothes clinging uncomfortably. Grayson had always been the only one in high school who saw Charlotte’s true character. He’s also clearing my name right now, not wanting anyone to think poorly of me.

“Boss, I can handle Ms. Prescott,” a man at Grayson’s side offered.

“Take her inside,” Grayson ordered, turning toward the main building with glacial indifference.

A man who looked to be in his forties, with kind eyes despite his stern expression, approached me.

“I’m Eliot Ward, Mr. Blake’s assistant. This way, Ms. Prescott. Let’s get you into dry clothes before you catch a cold,” he said with a hint of concern.

As I followed him, I overheard people whispering about Grayson.

“Have you seen how handsome Mr. Blake is? Those eyes...”

“Yes, but I heard he’s ruthless in business.”

“Ruthless? How?”

Mr. Eliot Ward turned and glared at the gossiper, making them stumble back and nearly crash into a potted palm.

"Did you see how she cleared Isabella's name in response to Sabrina's accusation?"

“Just what you’d expect from a business-world delinquent. Probably trying to avoid any trouble that might mess with the hotel’s reputation,” someone muttered nearby.

“But why would Sabrina make up something like that? Accusing a fellow actress of pushing her...”

Murmurs faded into the background as Eliot guided me through the hotel’s service corridor and into a private office. The room exuded a warm atmosphere.

“I… I have a suite on the 11th floor,” I informed the assistant, feeling slightly awkward.

“Yes, Ms. Prescott.” Eliot’s tone was gentle but firm. “However, given your current state, using the main elevator would be... inappropriate. It’s a precaution. We’ll bring you some fresh clothes soon. Please make yourself comfortable here for now.”

He was right, of course. I’d already caused enough of a scene; trailing water through the hotel’s pristine lobby wouldn’t help. I nodded my acceptance.

I noticed Grayson’s familiar scent lingering on his coat, and a wave of nostalgia swept over me. Back in high school, he was the one who added color to my days. But after eight years apart, the memory felt distant, almost surreal.

The Grayson Blake of today was apparently ruthless, a shark in the business world’s troubled waters. For all I knew, he might not even remember me.

When he left our city, I found out he was the son of Mr. Blake, a global business titan. It seemed hard to believe, considering our small high school. Also, Grayson never acted like a typical wealthy heir. He was more of a quiet rebel, confident without needing to show off.

The door opened quietly, and there he was, holding a paper bag with the hotel’s elegant logo. Time had changed and made him tougher, but his eyes remained unchanged.

“My apologies—it’s the only brand available in our boutique,” he said, his voice deeper than I remembered.

A high-end floral dress lay inside. “It’s fine. I’ll reimburse you, Mr. Grayson Blake.”

I hesitated to call him casually. I wasn’t even sure if he remembered me, as it felt like there was a wall between us then.

His expression darkened, but he gestured toward the door on the side. “My personal bathroom. You can change there.”

I nodded and stepped inside, finding a sleek, modern space with warm touches. As I started to take off my wet clothes, I heard a phone ring in the office. Grayson’s voice came through the surprisingly thin door.

“Grandma,” he said.

“Grayson, are you staying in Los Angeles?” an elegant but fragile woman’s voice drifted in.

“Yes, my schedule’s clear for the next few days...”

“Perfect timing, then. You’ll finally get to meet Mrs. Mendez’s daughter. Such a lovely girl—she’d make a wonderful wife for you.”

"What?! Grandma! I told you I’m busy and not interested in meeting some random woman!" Grayson’s voice rose sharply.

The sudden sound of muffled sobbing made me stop; my one arm stuck in the dry floral dress. “Grayson, why are you being so stubborn? All I want is to see you settled down with a family while I’m still here.”

The frustration in his voice faded away like frost under the sun.

“I’m sorry for raising my voice, Grandma. But this... it’s not going to happen. You have many years ahead of you... Please don’t cry...”

Caught off guard by this softer side of the man everyone called ruthless, my breath was held in surprise.

“No, Grayson, we both know my heart is weaker by day. I need to know that someone will take care of you. If I’m gone, I’ll find peace knowing there’s someone by your side. I don’t want you to end up alone like your father left you... Please, meet Mrs. Mendez’s daughter.”

CHAPTER 10: A Dangerous Proposal

The personal nature of his call was embarrassing, as if Grayson had forgotten someone else was still in his sleek bathroom.

By the time I’d slipped into the floral dress he provided and opened the door, he froze mid-step. On his screen was an elegant woman with silver-streaked hair styled in a flawless chignon and a string of pearls around her neck.

“Oh, you have company…” the woman remarked, her perfectly arched eyebrows rising as her gaze flickered to me.

“I’ll come to the mansion tonight, Grandma. Just need to wrap up some work.”

He ended the call with a swift tap, and our eyes met.

“I’m sorry if I overheard anything private,” I said quickly.

His expression remained carefully neutral, but the tips of his ears flushed red.

“If you’re ready, I’ll escort you to your suite,” he offered formally.

“I’m fine. I don’t want to take up too much of your time.”

“You were framed earlier at my hotel. I intend to ensure you’re properly looked after.”

Ah, so this was about maintaining his precious five-star hospitality standards.

“Don’t worry, I won’t leave you a one-star review,” I said with a weak smile, trying to inject some humor into the tension.

He didn’t respond; he just gestured for me to follow. I let Grayson lead the way.

In the mirrored elevator, my thoughts raced as we descended past floor after floor of his empire. Grayson was now known as the ruthless businessman who acquired smaller companies like chess pieces. Yet here he was, with his grandmother pushing him to marry a stranger from an elite social circle.

A sudden thought struck me, making my heart stutter.

“Mr. Blake,” I said, trying to keep my voice casual despite my racing pulse, “what if I became your wife?”

He turned, his dark eyes searching mine in the elevator’s soft lighting. A muscle ticked in his jaw.

But I needed his help to escape whatever mess I was in now! Grayson had to help me, just like he did back in high school.

He raised an eyebrow, and his voice turned to ice in the confined elevator cabin. “What exactly do you mean?”

“You heard me correctly, Mr. Grayson Blake. I’m offering to be your wife. I overheard your conversation with your grandmother. She wants you to marry, but with your status, it would be difficult for you to escape a marriage if things went south…”

I forced myself to meet his gaze. “If you marry me, I’ll ensure our agreement is mutual. We can have a prenup if you’re concerned about me claiming a share of your wealth in the event of a divorce. I’ll be the perfect wife for your grandmother’s benefit.”

“You’re not making sense.” The corner of his lips curled into that infuriating smirk I remembered from our school days. “Unless you’re trying to tell me you’ve harbored feelings for me.”

My cheeks flushed at his words. “Of course not! I—I have my reasons!”

I averted my gaze, feeling stripped bare under his scrutiny.

“And what exactly do you get from this arrangement?” he asked, curiosity threading through his words after a weighted pause.

“I—I want to escape the entertainment industry that’s been holding me captive; I need two hundred million,” I admitted, forcing my voice to remain steady, “And my parents are pushing me to marry Mr. Jonathan Shaw’s son. This... this could be my escape from both.”

His expression darkened at the mention of Shaw, something dangerous flickering in his eyes.

In two swift strides, Grayson closed the distance between us. I stepped back until the cold metal of the elevator pressed against me. His scent was more intense now, more noticeable than it had been through his coat.

“But a wife is expected to fulfill all her duties,” he murmured. His lips curved into a predatory smile that made my pulse skip. “Including intimacy.”

His words sent a chill down my spine, and images I couldn’t control flashed through my mind—Grayson’s hands on my skin, his weight pressing me into the silk sheets. I swallowed hard, pushing away the sudden heat rushing through me.

“I... I...” My usually sharp tongue failed me completely.

The elevator chimed softly as the doors slid open, revealing the floor where my suite was located. Grayson stepped out, walking ahead of me. It struck me then—I hadn’t given him my suite number, yet he walked confidently down the plush hallway, clearly knowing where to go.

When we stopped at my door, he turned to face me.

“My business partner will handle your entertainment contract termination by morning,” he said, his voice businesslike yet somehow intimate in the quiet hallway.

“Once that’s cleared, we’ll meet tomorrow afternoon to discuss details. Keep your phone close – I’ll send you the location.” Each word was precise and calculated, like every business deal he’d ever closed.

He agreed. The realization hit me like a wave! Grayson Blake had accepted my insane proposal. I snapped back to reality, feeling both disbelief and excitement.

“Take care, panda!” He shot me a wink before turning away.

My heart stopped. Panda—the nickname he’d given me in high school!

He remembers me! Grayson Blake remembers me!