Fated Marriage

[Powerful CEO + Stunning Beauty + Flash Marriage + Marriage Eefore Love + Sweetness Overload]
Isabella's a secret top-tier designer, but her life's a mess-her boyfriend cheated on her, her best friend stabbed her in the back anwith her.
Then one question changed everything. "Would you consider trying to be my wife?"Just like that, she flash-married the most untouchable CEO in town.

My name is Clara Bennett. I'm twenty-two, I'm a fashion designer with more sketches than square footage, and until last Tuesday, I thought I knew exactly how my life was going to unfold. Mark Lawson - charming, ambitious, the kind of man who curated his Instagram like a museum - was supposed to be my future. Jessica, my roommate, my confidante, the one who borrowed my clothes and never gave them back, was supposed to be my family. Instead, they became the plot twist I never saw coming.
I took the photos. I planned the Instagram post. I sat on the floor of my four-hundred-square-foot studio above a bodega and felt nothing at all. And then I picked up my pencil.
Because here's the thing about betrayal: it doesn't just break your heart. It clears the room. It empties out all the space you wasted on people who didn't deserve it, and suddenly you realize you have room for something else. For me, that something else was Montara Fashion Week. Twelve pieces. My first real collection. The sketches that would either make me or bury me.
Enter Ethan Blackwood. My boss. My CEO. A man whose corner office on the seventh floor felt like a different country from my cramped design desk. He saw my sketches before anyone else did. He saw the sleeves that curved like secrets, the necklines that whispered rather than shouted. He saw me - the me I'd buried under Mark's expectations and Jessica's performative friendship.
But this isn't a fairy tale. The fashion world doesn't hand out happy endings. There are rivals who would rather see my collection fail than succeed. There are boardroom battles where my name becomes a pawn in games I didn't know I was playing. There are whispers in the design department, jealousies that fester, and the ever-present ghost of a scandal I didn't ask for - the scandal of being the girl whose boyfriend cheated, whose best friend betrayed her, whose private pain became public property.
And then there's the small matter of what happens when your boss starts looking at you like you're not just an employee. When the lines between professional admiration and something far more dangerous begin to blur. When you realize that the same fire that destroyed your old life might be the only thing capable of forging a new one.
This is the story of my sketchbook. The designs that saved me. The love that found me when I wasn't looking. And the affair - not mine, but the one that detonated my old life and forced me to build something better from the ashes.
Some people burn out. I learned to burn bright.