Bound by the Billionaire's deal

ilding. The city stretched out beneath her, vast and unyielding, much like the situation she found herself in. She could feel her heart hammering in

ion in his tone still haunting her. "We don't have

for what was to come. This was no longer just a business deal-it was her future, sealed with t

, oblivious to the storm brewing in Isabella's chest. "Miss Montague," the

swallowing her ne

itself were conspiring against her. The doors finally opened with a soft chime, and she stepped o

uld see through the façade she was desperately trying to main

'm here now," she replied, her voice stea

nstead, he stepped aside and motioned for

ance and ruthless power. The desk, a sleek slab of black marble, sat beneath a wall of glass offering a breathtaking view of t

ched tightly in her lap. She tried not to let the tension between the

weight of it seeming to drag her into the reality she couldn't escape.

ring in front of her eyes. This is it, she thou

is gaze. "I'm not signing anything," she said, her vo

ent? She couldn't tell. But his expression quickly hardened, and he lean

sign this, Isabella. Or I'll make sure your father's empi

anic threatening to overwhelm her. "You don't scare me," she

scared. This is your only way out. Sign the contract, and everything wil

back, but she knew it would be futile. This wasn't just about her anymore. It was about her family, her father

al feeling foreign in her hand. She looked at the contract again-at the words th

had looked at her, his eyes filled with that same sense of helplessness. For the

er voice barely a w

But there was no warmth in it-only satisfaction. H

on the dotted line. The moment the pen hit the paper, a heavy silence settle

g toward the door. "Good," he said, his voice low and control

isn't over," she said, the words sli

r. "It never is," he replied, a

She had made her choice, but the path ahead was only just beginning. And

felt a wave of nausea wash over her. She was