Justin POV
There was a knock on my office door and I answered by saying 'enter' then Noah walked inside with approximately ten employees.I inhaled a deep breath, taking up my cup of coffee from my desk. "Are these the individuals who are slowing down my company?" I took a sip as I leaned back in my chair.Noah nods."Sir, please don't fire me." A male employee spoke, taking a step forward from the group."I've been working here for almost ten years now and I've also been working for your father as well." I realized he was a web designer as he continued to plead for his job and reputation."My wife is very sick and I have kids about to start school including a baby, sir." He slightly trembled in my presence.Noah looked at me with sympathy on his face and I raised a brow at the employee since I couldn't recall addressing him from the beginning."I'm disinterested about whatever you have to say to me." I stated, callously before I took a next sip of my coffee with my eyes narrowed to him."I'm quite incurious about you and your family as well." I interrupted him before he or anyone else could speak."You're fired and that's it." I declared, placing my cup on the desk, "So get your pathetic life and presence out of my face and the same goes for the rest of you, except for Noah." I ordered while organizing the bunch of files on my desk.I glanced up from the papers when I heard grumbles, "Did I make myself clear?" I asked and they quickly nodded before grumbling their way out of my office.Noah sighed after the doors were closed, "Sir, have you found your perfect wife yet?"I shook my head.Noah is twenty two years old and he has been working for me ever since I took over this company in New York. He is quite supportive and trustworthy; he has never failed to complete any assignments or work given."Remember it's just for a few months, so you really shouldn't have a problem if the woman is imperfect, sir." He stood before my desk and I slowly stood up from my chair."I know, but I need to choose the right woman who would be desperate enough for this job of mine and not just because they claim to love me or desire me since I am famous." I straightened my tie and he waited for me to continue."And I need a trustworthy wife, which my family wouldn't have doubts about." I took up a certain file from my desk.Noah slowly nodded.I examined a paper from the file and I saw the first employee's name, who owes my Father almost half of a million. I went straight to the employee’s office and office after office, firing the employees who couldn't pay their loans by the end of this week.When I made it to the last employee's office on the list, I stepped inside without knocking, "Mr. Knight." I watched as the individual stood up from his desk with a worried expression, saying, "Y-yes sir.""You should've already been notified about the reason why I am here, so let's get over this." I glanced at my watch before realizing he seemed confused."I don't understand, sir." He claimed with a gulp."Noah, get me a next cup of coffee." I ordered, feeling a bit exhausted and I exhaled a deep breath as Noah nodded, leaving.I settled in Mr. Knight's chair and he stood before his desk, staring at me. Mr. Knight has been working here the longest from everyone else in the company, except for the janitors. He also worked for my father when this company was first to open up for business in New York."I'm here to discuss the loan you borrowed from my Father before he died and if you can't repay your debts by the end of this week, you can consider yourself fired." I said, briefly as I entwined my fingers together with my elbows relaxing on the armrest of his chair."Please, don't fire me, sir." He requested, lowering his head to gaze at the floor, "I can give you half by the end of this week."I touched my jaw in silence, "I have a wife and..." I interrupted him since it's always the same faltering justification.Noah returned with my coffee, "And how does that concern rather benefit me?" I inquired, gesturing a hand towards myself."I can't get fired now sir...I will pay you, but I only have half now sir." He assured me, gazing up from the floor, "Please understand.""I have been bankrupt lately and I have daughters with high expectations, they both need all the help they can get." He continued, "And I am trying my best to help them, so they can be a much better person than me in the future." He placed his hand against his chest."You're fired and that's it." I shrugged it off, I couldn't tell if I should've been affected by his words."Get your things and leave my fucking company." I stood up from the chair and he slowly nodded."You're completely pathetic, so you're no use to me nor this company, anymore." I informed him before walking away with my coffee and Noah followed behind.***********"And why are we stopping here?" I asked when I noticed the chauffeur was slowing down at a pastry shop."Well, sir." I glanced at Noah, he was seated across from me in the passenger compartment of the limousine."You mentioned wanting to try some homemade coffee for the first time and you also have to get to the office on time." Noah explained, "So, I figured this place would be ideal due to the less crowd and it's conveniently close to the company." He added, looking outside the window."Just make it quick." I brushed him off as the chauffeur came to open the door for us. I fixed my suit with a pull on the jacket as we both entered the pastry shop.It was quite small on the outside, but the interior seemed a bit cozy though most tables were surprisingly filled with customers who were having desserts and others, who were having a simple coffee time.Noah managed to find an empty table and we both sat down in ease as a waitress named Pearl, according to the name tag on her respective uniform, came strolling by our table.The waitress gave me a grin as if she recognized me and I decided to check her out, but ended up checking my watch instead, rather unimpressed."Oh my God!" She started an unnecessary commotion at our table, "Justin Martínez?" She asked, trying to get my attention."Oh my God…It's such a pleasure to have you here!" She squealed as I tried to ignore her presence by glaring at Noah."Can we have two cups of homemade coffee?" Noah decided to place the order, "Would you like anything else, sir?"I exhaled a deep breath, "I would like to leave." I assured him, looking at the exit door.I glanced at the waitress as she gave me one last grin, leaving our table. We both sat in silence, tuning into the subtle background conversations until the waitress finally returned with our coffee."There you go and it's on the house." She smiled at me as she stood by our table.I gave her a fake smile, so tonight when she decides to sleep, she could at least attain the best dream of her life by remembering my effort of genuineness.She giggles, slowly leaving and Noah examines his coffee, before he speaks, "It smells delightful."That's when I decided to take a few sips of the pleasantly warm coffee as I gazed around in the pastry shop and it tasted quite...memorable."It's okay, I guess." I admitted, looking down at the cup in my hand.Noah chuckled."Bella!" I heard a squeal in the pastry shop and my attention was drawn to a girl entering through the doors as the same waitress waved at her.She smiled, gingerly making her way up to the counter to the waitress and I found myself quite intrigued as I watched her.Her cascading light brown hair gently swayed just above her waist and I noticed her eyes were light brown as well. As I continued to watch her, I realized she wasn't quite studious and she seemed equally splendid. She didn't wear much make-up and it appeared as if she didn't actually need make-up to look stunning.As I calculated her height with a focused mind, I figured she wasn't too tall nor too short, but I was more than likely taller than her and I smirked to myself.Her body feature was above average compared to a model's rather hourglass physique and she looked unexpectedly magnificent though her red dress was quite simple. I could feel my cock getting hard by just looking at her and fucking hell, I wanted her just because of that..."I want her." I openly demanded and Noah looked at me before saying 'huh' in confusion."What...Who...Where?" Noah began to scan the pastry shop."Who's her, huh?" He was dying with curiosity as he looked at me and I gestured my cup to the girl, currently talking to the waitress at the counter.Noah sighed with disbelief, "Well, the waitress seems okay, but...""Not her." I objected, "The other one." I narrowed my eyes to the girl in the red dress.Noah looked once more and he chuckled, returning his attention to me, "I'm sorry, sir, but don't you know her?""I can't recall seeing her around and if I did, she would've already been mine." I declared. I always get what I want and now, I bloody want her."She's one of Mr. Knight's daughters and she's the youngest one to be exact." Noah said, placing his cup on the table and I listened with perception."Sometimes she brings lunch over to the company for Mr. Knight." He claimed and I rolled my eyes, insolently.Mr. Knight, the last employee who was begging me not to fire him since he 'has daughters with high expectations' approximately two days ago?How convenient?"How come I never saw her before?" I questioned."You're always busy with conference meetings, having interviews, family issues...no offense, drinking at night with girls, having preferable models in your office when you get a little free time from work, having meeting sessions with producers, scheduling business trips, hiring and firing people...." I cut him off."Noah, I get it." I said, completely irritated by his level of honesty, "I'm always busy!"Noah shrugs, "Well, she's a nice lady and I think she would be the perfect wife." He nodded, holding his Ipad in his hands."She tends to donate stuff to orphanages downtown and she's rarely beautiful." He surprisingly agreed to my thoughts."Her name is Isabella Knight, but she goes by the nickname, Bella. She's twenty one years old and her future goal is to become a Chef. She has an older sister named Jean who is currently a model." He showed me the screen of his Ipad and I saw photos of her sister.Isabella, huh? She will be my wife and I will make damn sure of it, she's the only woman who has captured my attention for a long while now."This is why you're my assistant, Noah." I smirked, scrolling to view Isabella's photos.I heard him chuckling, "So, should I call up Mr. Knight and re-arrange something you have in mind, sir?""You know what to do, my boy."Isabella Knight POV "Thank you for helping me with the orphans today, Bella." The headmistress expressed her gratitude. "You don't have to thank me, I had a good time baking with the children." I smiled at her. "May you be blessed and good luck with the opportunity of working overseas, the kids are going to miss you." She escorted me to the front doors of the orphanage. "I'm going to miss them too and please remember to give the toddlers their gifts when they wake up." I touched her on the shoulder and she nodded. "Absolutely. They will be so happy, but they won't get to see you." She exhaled, sadly. "I will try to stop by tomorrow." I reassured her as we stood at the front doors. "Have a safe trip." She told me, opening the doors and I nodded, exiting the orphanage to fetch a cab on the streets. ************ "Didn't you see him?" Pearl, my beloved best friend, asked as we both walked towards the bus stop and I sighed for the second time. She grinned, amused. Pearl and I hav
Isabella POV I quickly joined the stream of pedestrians, making my way across the street as I glanced up at the towering skyscraper, where my Dad works for Justin Martínez. The company was rightfully founded in Justin's authority after his Father's tragic death and my sister has been dreaming of becoming a model for the company, but unfortunately she never got accepted. My Father accidentally forgot his lunch at home, which he tends to do a lot, so I had to be the responsible daughter as usual and bring it over since Jean is currently out with her boyfriend. After everything that happened yesterday, I wanted to cry my heart out, completely not ready for marriage, but I couldn't find my tears. My Dad has been encouraging me not to think negatively, but all I know is that this offeror could be a criminal, a psychopath or even worse, Justin Martínez himself, which would be completely chaotic, but why would he marry me, right, though he's in charge of the wedding. I'm already stuck i
Isabella POV Jean, my big sister, exhaled a breath as she curled my hair like an expert and I admired her through the vanity mirror. It was apparently the wedding day, the dress was beyond elegant and the ambiance of the wedding was perfectly arranged including my hairstyle. The food, the presence of the Priest, the cunning bridesmaids who were clearly hired for the day and the graceful music; absolutely dazzling. There's approximately five thousand people and counting inside the church's divine sanctuary while the paparazzi and reporters were casually strolling on the outside as if this wedding was breaking news for the media. As Jean finished curling my hair, I turned around in my chair, watching her silently apply a light coat of mascara to my face. Curiosity filled my gaze as I observed her and breaking the silence, I asked, "Do you think the guy will be a good husband for the next six months?" "Well, I heard he's rich and I think he's an employee of the Martínez company,
Isabella POV I woke up to the warm sunlight streaming through the window and as I tried to roll over, a slight groan escaped my lips. But then I realized I was nestled in a bed that felt incredibly cozy, with the scent of a charming cologne wafting from the soft sheets and plush pillows.As my vision sharpened, I noticed the presence of a woman standing in the room. Gradually, I sat up in bed and she greeted me with a gentle smile.I took in my surroundings, realizing I was sitting on a luxurious queen-sized bed in a beautifully furnished bedroom, adorned in a rich, dark royal brown color scheme. Confusion washed over me as I questioned whether I was still dreaming or..."Buenos días, Señora Martínez." The woman greeted me, capturing my attention. Clad in a formal black and white maid uniform with the subtle presence of a few gray strands amidst her black hair which was styled in a bun, she exuded an air of elegance. "English, please." I mustered the effort to speak, even though
Isabella POV Once the servants finished setting up, Justin dismissed them with a wave of his hand and they promptly left the room."Take a seat, wife and let me explain what I need you to do for me." Justin said, motioning towards a chair at the table. I hesitantly lowered myself into the chair, which was positioned beside him at the dining table. My gaze shifted towards the mouthwatering breakfast spread that adorned the center of the table. "Can you stop calling me wife, it's quite annoying." I admitted; I was still trying to accept our marriage. He slightly chuckled, "Says the wife." I looked the other way, grumbling, until I heard him exhaling a deep breath, saying, "However..." "We will be meeting my family this weekend and I need you to be prepared." He spoke with demand in his husky voice as he straightened his tie. I raised an eyebrow, inquiring, "What do you mean by prepare?" "I need you to get this clear..." He said as he narrowed his attention to me, declaring, "You
Isabella POVI was quite thrilled to find clothes that I liked and luckily there was a helpful female sales assistant who assisted me. I tried on the clothes in the changing room while Justin and the two bodyguards waited outside with the sales assistant. Most of the clothes fit perfectly, but for the ones that didn't, I returned them to the assistant. I stepped out from behind the curtains in yet another dress which felt like the millionth time. The bodyguards glanced at me and the sales assistant nodded with a smile, probably understanding my frustration. Justin, of course, was too busy on his phone to even look up. I rolled my eyes as I returned behind the curtains, removing the dress and adding it to the pile of others I had already tried on.I started trying on the undergarments, carefully examining myself in the mirror. After a few minutes, I finally tried on the last pair, a beautiful red lace bra and matching underwear. I couldn't help but smile as I held up my wavy hair
Isabella POV "You look absolutely stunning, señora Martínez." Lora, the head maid, gushed.It was time to attend the celebration party at Justin's company though the wedding was orchestrated, but it had to appear authentic to the media.I was merely playing a role in Justin's crafted illusions. As I gazed at my reflection in the mirrors, I admired the way the light makeup enhanced my light brown eyes.My dress for the party accentuated my figure with a perfect fit; the fabric was incredibly soft and luxurious with a gold subtle shimmer. The dress had a flattering fit with a cinched waist, a flowing A-line skirt and the neckline was adorned with delicate lace detailing.My delicate earrings added a touch of sparkle, while the matching heels completed my dress and my hair was styled in soft, wavy locks. I was filled with uncertainty as I asked, "You really think so?" "Of course, señora Martínez, I would never deceive you." She declared, giving me a firm nod. "Thanks for helping me
Isabella POV "Señor López and Señor Lucas, meet my lovely wife, Isabella." Justin introduced me to the two men, his hand gently resting on my lower back.They both appeared to be in their late 30s, exuding a vibrant Mexican aura.Although Justin's use of words caught me off guard, I chose to brush it aside and focus on the introductions."I'm López." I turned my attention to the man who spoke first. "It's an absolute pleasure to make your acquaintance, Señora Martínez." Señor López graciously greeted me, bowing slightly and extending his right hand. I cautiously placed my hand in his and feeling a gentle kiss on my knuckles, I smiled in return."The pleasure is mutual." I replied warmly as he released my hand.Señor Lucas stepped forward as well, letting me shift my attention to him while he spoke, "As the owner of the National Global Bank right here in the city, I extend my congratulations on your wedding.""It was a truly magnificent day." He said and I nodded."Enjoy the party."