Whisper of the Heart

ve. Something is definitely going w

t over and moved the monitor toward me. "Oh my God!

I mean, no one saw this coming?" I aske

ssing from the records. I reviewed each financial report, and everything seemed to match what he had shown me

d willing to give me away just to save the co

.." Isabella

one knocked on

such debt had accumulated. The secretary walked over to the door, peered through the pe

ociates. What could he be doing here? "Good da

ope everything is

s. Your presence is requi

can't just leave what I'm doing.

, ma

through this again. I don't understand how we got here. This could lead to the compan

I'll go throu

to get going. I'm

fice door. I could tell what I was about to face as soon as we got home. I qui

-minute drive, we finally arrived home. Exotic cars lined the driveway, and hefty men in da

d found my way to the balcony, where Dad and a man, who I assumed was

lled out as soon as I reache

need you to meet a friend of mi

iberately being aloof. His focus was centered on the b

alcony and found a seat. "You're welcome, Mr. Jonathan. It's a pleasure to have you p

oyance. For a moment, I felt like grabbing a stick and smacking it across his face. How could he com

ring over my body for a moment. "Pictures don't do justice to your ph

," I replied wi

ow why I'm here. We both need each other,

lieve

st – a period of six months, during which I'll fulfill my part of the contract.

aven't exactly agreed to marry you. I don't even know you,

y has built over the years or just sign the papers? You should have known

getting married to an arrogant stranger. I don't care if the heavens fall over

e!!" Dad yelled out ju

w what, you're going to go back there and apologize to Mr. Jonathan

final. You're my father, but I c

breast pocket. He reluct

he ho

premises?" He followed on, his eyes pop

before hanging up. "You better s

ious to what my ne