"Mr. Morrison, take a step back. You are breathing my fiancée's air." For three years, Isabella played the role of the perfect, obedient girlfriend, believing her devotion would eventually win Gabriel's heart. That illusion was shattered the night she overheard him laughing with his friends: "Isabella? She's just a placeholder. I only kept her around because her eyes remind me of Elena." In that moment, the light in her eyes died. With a cold heart, she dialed a number she hadn't touched in years. "Dad," she whispered, "I'm done playing. I'm ready to come home and fulfill the engagement with the Windsor family." Gabriel Morrison always believed Isabella was just a poor, ordinary lawyer who couldn't survive without him. He expected her to come crawling back within a week. Instead, he watched in shock at the city's grandest gala as the woman he treated like a servant descended the stairs in haute couture, arm-in-arm with James Windsor, the ruthless king of the business world. When Gabriel tried to humiliate her with money, he discovered the terrifying truth: the limited-edition Bentley he couldn't afford and the capital injection that saved his company all came from her—the true heiress of the Sterling empire. Desperate and regretful, Gabriel tried to beg for a second chance, only to be blocked by a cold, imposing figure. James Windsor stepped forward, his eyes dark with dangerous possession: "Mr. Morrison, take a step back. You are breathing my fiancée's air."