Married to my enemy's billionaire father

Married to My Enemy's Billionaire Father Chapter 1: The Wedding That Should Never Have Happened The first thing Isabella Carter saw when the church doors opened was Ethan Blake. Her heart stopped. The man who had shattered her dreams five years ago stood at the front of the aisle, dressed in a black designer suit, his cold gray eyes fixed on her. He hadn't changed. Still handsome. Still arrogant. Still the man she had sworn to hate for the rest of her life. Isabella tightened her grip on the bouquet in her trembling hands. "Why is he here?" she whispered. Before anyone could answer, Ethan's lips curled into a mocking smile. "So," he said loudly enough for everyone to hear, "you really are marrying my father." Gasps swept through the church. Isabella felt every pair of eyes land on her. This wasn't supposed to happen. She wasn't supposed to come face-to-face with the man who had publicly humiliated her, accused her of using him for money, and walked away without listening to a single explanation. Now fate had brought them together again. Only this time... She was about to become his stepmother. A month earlier... Isabella had been drowning in debt. Her late mother's hospital bills had emptied every account she had. Her younger brother had just been expelled from school because she couldn't pay his tuition. She worked two jobs, skipped meals, and still couldn't keep the creditors away. Then the unexpected offer arrived. Victor Blake. The richest businessman in the city. A widower. Sixty years old. He needed a wife—not for love, but for companionship and to fulfill the final wish of his dying mother, who wanted to see him married again. In return, he would pay off Isabella's debts, fund her brother's education, and give her a fresh start. She had refused. At first. But when debt collectors threatened to seize the tiny apartment she shared with her brother, she realized she had no choice. She signed the marriage contract with tears in her eyes. She never imagined Victor Blake had a son. And she certainly never imagined that son would be Ethan. The only man she had ever loved. The ceremony was moments away. Victor Blake gently took Isabella's hand. "You look frightened," he said kindly. "I'm fine." "No," he replied. "You're terrified." Before she could answer, Ethan stepped closer, his eyes burning with fury. "Father," he said through clenched teeth, "you can't marry her." Victor frowned. "And why not?" Ethan laughed bitterly. "Because she's my ex-girlfriend." Silence crashed over the church. Isabella closed her eyes. The nightmare had only just begun.