Love Beyond the Pages

Marry Her

Could it be Emily seeking revenge? Isabella thought. Emily could do such a thing by sending a random man to her room and taking advantage of her.

Since Isabella now stood here, barefoot and lost in thought, she slipped unexpectedly and fell backwards without any warning. Like what the movie always shows, just when she thought she was doomed, she fell into a firm embrace.

Isabella tried to stand on her own. Instead, she raised her head and met this man's eyes, deep and dark, like obsidian.

Setting aside everything else, wasn't this man too handsome, too perfect, like a movie star people only see on the screen?

After a brief enchantment to his handsomeness, Isabella pushed him away and tried to get up once again. But the man grabbed her delicate wrist and pulled her back, pushing her against the wall.

"Why are you running in barefoot?"

Isabella struggled a bit but was still firmly held by this man. She glared at him, "I'm not running. Do you want me to be so obedient, just lie down and let you have your way with me?"

The man furrowed his eyebrows slightly.

Isabella continued, "How much did Emily pay you to sleep with me? I'm willing to pay three times more! But, if you dare to touch me, I'll kill you!"

"I already touched you, last night." The man said expressionlessly, then effortlessly lifted Isabella and walked towards the still messy king-sized bed.

Last night?

Isabella was shocked, "So… You're the man from last night…?"

The man gently placed Isabella down on the bed. "I don't mind doing it again to prove it's me…"

Isabella's face instantly turned red.

How could this man speak so out, open, and confidently? People like him, in their profession…maybe they weren't so sensitive to say such a thing?

According to the original plot in the book, after the female lead realized that she had been drugged, she hastily dialed the number on a small black card and called a man to help her.

This man must be the man that the female lead has called for help.

So… Isabella had called her a gigolo..?

Returning to the present, he probably came to collect his payment from last night's work.

Anyway, as long as he wasn't sent by Emily to mess with her.

"I'm not very clear about your rates. The money is over there; you can take it yourself. If it's not enough, I'll transfer more to you", Isabella said.

The man hesitated for a moment, then looked at her, his tone tinged with coldness, "You… don't recognize me?"

Isabella needed some clarification.

To be honest, as a gigolo, this handsome guy's aura was too intimidating, almost making her a little bit too nervous.

"Last night was just business for you…for me, we only met last night…should we know each other before?" Isabella tentatively said.

As a nobody character in the original book who only had one appearance, Isabella really didn't think he would have any type of relationship with the female lead.

"Just business?" The man's face darkened.

So last night, this woman treated him as…just business…

"Yes! Business!"

At this moment, Isabella realized something. Her excitement rose as if she had figured something out.

This man looked at her coldly.

"Do you have a girlfriend? Are you married?" Isabella asked enthusiastically.

"No." The man replied quickly and coldly.

"I'll give you money. Will you marry me?" Isabella's beautiful eyes sparkled with dazzling light.

The man was stunned.

"Isabella, do you know what you're saying right now?"

His voice was delightful, calling her name all of a sudden, causing Isabella's soul to tremble for a moment.

Because her parents' will, Isabella had to get married within three days. Andrew belonged to the Smith family in Erwin, which was extremely powerful. With such a short amount of time, she might not be able to find someone willing to marry her.

Instead of taking the risk of going out to find some random people temporarily, it would be easier to just buy this handsome guy home with money! Since he was a gigolo, after all!

"My fiancée is with my cousin now. For some special reasons, I have to get married within three days." Isabella grabbed his hand, "So, marry me. I promise to treat you well, and you won't have to put yourself out to do hard business like a gigolo anymore in the future!"

Nathan Carter looked at this tiny woman in front of him. Her face was full of anticipation, igniting a fiery passion in his heart.

He had thought countless times about how to deceive her into coming home with him. Still, he never expected that this day would actually come.

Instead, she took the initiative to call him to the hotel, begged him a thousand times with her, and then proposed to him.

He possessed one of the world's top financial conglomerates, capable of influencing multiple markets, and just the mention of his name could make people tremble in fear. Yet even with all that, he never dared to dream about today. His Isabella would propose to him.

"Alright. Let's get married."

He looked into Isabella's eyes and answered firmly, word by word.

Isabella had initially thought that there would be at least a few rounds of bargaining before he could say yes. Still, she never expected him to agree so readily.

"As for the money…"

"As long as you keep your word and treat me well," the man still wore an icy expression, speaking in a flirtatious tone but without any hint of coquetry.

Isabella thought in her mind, is this man really this casual…marrying her without her paying any money…?

"Any other request?" Isabella asked again.

"None." The man walked to the front door, took out a white dress from the shopping bag, and said, "Change into this dress and let's go officiate."

"So soon?" Isabella was a bit dazed. Why did he seem more eager than she was?

"Wait a bit longer, and I might change my mind." The man said again.

Isabella immediately took the dress over, without any nonsense, went straight into the bathroom to change, and then dragged Nathan to the recorder's office at lightning speed.

----------------------------------------------------------------------One hour later------------------------------------------------------------------------

Isabella received her marriage license.

She also learned the man's name, Nathan Carter… This kind of romantic male protagonist's name seemed remarkably familiar. She felt like she had heard this name somewhere before.

"Here's the key to my house. I have something else to take care of, so I can't help you to move. Find a moving company yourself, and I'll cover the costs."

Nathan silently put away the key he had prepared for Isabella and gladly accepted the key she handed him.

"Okay, I'll wait for you to come home."

After that, Isabella called a taxi and left.

Just as she left, more than a dozen men in black suits quickly got out of the row of cars parked by the roadside, standing respectfully in front of Nathan.

One particularly burly man hurried to Nathan's side. When he saw the marriage license in Nathan's hand, the man's face was full of horror, "Boss…you…"

"If I didn't give the order recently, don't follow me. My wife, Isabella, thinks I'm a poor man who lives off his body. She said she would take very good care of me…"

Nathan's mouth curled up in satisfaction.

The burly man felt a chill all over his body, bewildered. A man who sells his body? Isn't that a gigolo?

Has the boss gone mad? Why is he so happy to be mistaken for a gigolo?

Although the man murmured to himself, he didn't dare to say more and respectfully replied, "Understood!"

------------------------------------------------------------------Emily’s Home----------------------------------------------------------------------------

After leaving the hotel with Andrew, Emily was left alone on the streets. The plan, however, was a huge success, and Emily was clearly overjoyed.

Andrew had broken up with Isabella. Sooner or later, both his body and his soul would ultimately belong to her. She was not in a hurry at all.

After returning home, she briefly told her parents about what happened at the hotel, cutting off the part where Isabella knew about her affair with Andrew.

"Has Isabella gone crazy? She actually took the initiative to break up with Andrew?" Emily's mother, Elizabeth, was so happy that she laughed; her mouth almost reached her ears.

Finally, this day had come! The Brooks Corporation would finally fall entirely into her husband, Emily's father's hands.

She had been waiting for this day for fifteen years.