Chapter 42 Isabella Is My Wife

"Hello, Aunt Isabella." Alexander forced the words out through clenched teeth, one syllable at a time. His glare at Isabella was sharp enough to cut. Isabella wished she could sink into the floor. How was she supposed to stand him calling her his aunt? That was the head of the Sinclair family. One stomp of his foot and the whole of Solara would shake. She didn't understand why Theodore had posed as an escort and married her. Maybe it was for fun, maybe there was some hidden conspiracy. Whatever the reason, someone as ordinary as her had no way of resisting. "Isabella, Alex's your boss. If he ever slacks off at work, just tell me," Theodore joked. The people around them laughed. It wasn't even funny, but since the words came from the man who held the power in the family, everyone played along. That was power, the kind someone like Isabella, raised in a regular home, could never dream of touching. "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Sinclair. I'm Natalie Logan." Natalie extended her hand. Isa