1 Chapter 1

Heta City, it's May, and the sun is shining brightly in the clear sky, bringing a slight warmth to the air. However, Isabella Moretti's mood at this moment is as terrible as the bitter cold of December!

In the CEO's office of the Moretti Corporation, Isabella Moretti looks at her father sitting across from her, "Are you sure you want me to engage with a man who doesn't love me just to strengthen the Moretti Corporation?"

"Yes," Luca Moretti said without hesitation.

The background of Roman Bianchi's family is not to be underestimated, and he holds considerable sway in the business world. Collaborating with the Bianchi Family has always been something he hoped for. He had been thinking of finding a suitable reason to establish a relationship with the Bianchi Family, but unexpectedly, the Bianchi Family sent someone to propose a match.

Isabella Moretti nodded with a faint smile, "Okay, I'll consider it repaying your favor."

Luca Moretti looked up at her, "I know you're not happy about this, but if you can make him fall for you and establish yourself in the Bianchi Family, then that's your skill."

Isabella Moretti kept smiling as she looked at Luca Moretti, "Mr. Morettiis indeed Mr. Moretti, calculating everything so clearly, not even sparing his own daughter. No wonder Mrs. SU has been unwilling to share a room with you."

Mrs. SU is her mother, and although she and her father are still legally married, they have been separated for many years.

In her mother's words, her husband is a man who never shows his cards. And Mrs. SU herself believes that even if they have lost their affection for each other, she cannot abandon her position as Mrs. Isabellabecause one cannot afford to fail, especially with two daughters!

Upon hearing her words, Luca Moretti slammed his hand on the table, "Don't overstep your bounds. What kind of attitude is that?"

Isabella Moretti smiled, "Oh, Mr. Moretti, there's no need to get so worked up. It's not like it's news to you about my character. Besides, there's no need to pretend to be a lady when there are no outsiders around."

Luca Moretti's face turned grim, clearly suppressing his anger, "Fine, you can go now. Your engagement banquet with Roman Bianchi is in three days. Just make sure you show up on time, and I'll take care of the rest."

Isabella Moretti stood up from her chair, nodded slightly, and straightforwardly uttered a word, "Okay."

Leaving the Moretti Corporation building, Isabella Moretti got into her white Range Rover parked by the roadside. She patted the steering wheel and a faint smile appeared on her lips, "Da Bai, it seems I can't avoid this open and secret struggle!"

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Three days later, the engagement banquet!

Isabella Moretti wore a white evening gown. With her already perfect figure, the gown made her even more stunning. Coupled with her delicate facial features and a light touch of makeup, she was incredibly charming even before she put on her makeup.

The makeup artist quickly applied a light makeup on her and asked, "Miss Isabella, do you have any other instructions?"

Before Isabella Moretti could speak, the door to the makeup room was pushed open. In walked her sister, Nisha Moretti, dragging a suitcase, looking furious. She walked up to Isabella Moretti and poked her head without a word, showing a resentful look.

Isabella Moretti smiled and spoke, "My beautiful sister, it's just an engagement banquet, not a wedding. I didn't tell you because I knew you were busy dating abroad. How about we catch up with your little lover after this?"

"At a time like this, you can still laugh. You know perfectly well that Roman Bianchi isn't a good person, yet you agreed?" Nisha Moretti was about to explode, but she was stopped by Isabella Moretti on the chair. Then Isabella Moretti stood up, smiling, and walked to Roman Bianchi's side as he entered the room.

Seeing Isabella Moretti sitting in the chair, Roman Bianchi glanced at her with a cold expression and said, neither friendly nor hostile, "I really can't understand. The wealthy and influential Moretti Family actually wants to sell their daughter for a merger?"

Nisha Moretti was about to retort to his words, but Isabella Moretti stopped her with a hand on her shoulder, then stood up and walked to Roman Bianchi's side, putting her hand on his shoulder, "Oh, it's just that there's no other way. Our old man doesn't have a son, so he can only use me to get a son-in-law. When the time comes for him to be bedridden, it's good to have someone to take care of him, right?"

Nisha Moretti chuckled inwardly. Seeing Roman Bianchi's changed expression, she suddenly felt she might have overreacted. When has her sister ever been wronged by anyone?

Shrugging off her hand from his shoulder, Roman Bianchi grunted displeasingly, "Hmph, you think too far ahead. Let me tell you, I won't marry you. So you'd better ask your dad to find someone else to be his son-in-law."

Isabella Moretti nodded with her enchanting smile, "Hmm, I'll talk to him later. But even so, it won't delay our engagement. Let's go."

"Isabella Moretti, I swear you're insane. You know I have someone I like, yet you insist on meddling and humiliating yourself, right?" Roman Bianchi's voice was filled with disdain.

Ignoring his words, Isabella Moretti smiled as she hooked her arm through his and said, "Roman, you need to understand one thing. From now on, we're tied together. It wouldn't look good for either of us to lose face."

Seeing her insincere smile, Roman Bianchi's face turned grim, wondering how there could be such a woman in the world.

In the lobby, as they approached the guests, Isabella Moretti, upon seeing the expression of Mrs. SU from her family, smiled faintly, maintaining the demeanor of a noblewoman and stood straight beside Roman Bianchi.

Being from a prestigious family like hers, she couldn't afford to lose her composure at any time!

The host picked up the microphone as they walked in together, but Isabella Moretti didn't listen to a word he said. She kept smiling until she heard a cry, which brought her back to reality.

"Roman Bianchi, you can't treat me like this, sniff... you can't treat me like this..." A woman walked over from the crowd, looking in her twenties, petite and charming. It was obvious what her relationship with Roman Bianchi was.

Roman Bianchi frowned as he pushed away Isabella Moretti's hand and walked over to the woman, "Siro, who let you come? Go back."

"I'm not going back. You promised to marry me, and now what are you doing? Sniff... Have you forgotten everything you said?" The woman cried, looking pitiful, evoking some sympathy.

Isabella Moretti watched with crossed arms, giving off an air of detachment, calmly observing the scene without any haste or agitation, just smiling quietly at the two of them.

"Listen to me, go back for now. I'll come find you tonight." Roman Bianchi deliberately spoke loud enough for the guests to hear, clearly trying to make Isabella Moretti look good.

Luca Moretti's face turned unsightly. Roman Bianchi's father, Diego Bianchi, was about to reprimand his son, but Isabella Moretti walked over first.