Chapter 4

Lisa stood in front of the luxurious restaurant where she would be having her date with her so-called fiancé whom she had never met. 

She had only heard of him once when her father had rejected her marriage to Dane. He had told her she had a fiancé from a young age and it was the son of his best friend. According to him, they had both made a promise to marry their children to each other. 

She had found it ridiculous then, and had resisted with all her heart and it's also one of the reasons she was so decisive in leaving as she had believed her father had sold her. 

Now, standing in front of the restaurant about to meet the fiancée, Joseph Bronson, she felt nothing other than calmness. 

She had agreed to her father after some quick thought. What is the difference between staying single and marrying someone in her state? 

At this stage, she doesn't care who she marries because it will be the same. Her heart had grown cold and tired. 

She inhaled deeply, then walked into the restaurant in her heels. Her black wavy hair bounced behind her and her elegant gown followed her sway making look more enchanting. 

The people in the restaurant threw a glance or two her way as she walked passed. 

A gentle waitress stopped her, "Hello, are you Ceo Bronson's date?" 

Lisa returned her smile politely, then nodded at her words. 

"Then, please follow behind." The waitress said, then began walking away while she followed.

"Here, Ceo Bronson is in there." She said then bowed before retreating.

Lisa took a relaxed breath, then knocked on the door. 

"Come in!" 

Lisa raised an eyebrow at the deep but sexy voice she heard, her brows furrowed in thought but she snapped out and walked in. 

She walked elegantly to the man who sat behind the table, their eyes met and the air seemed to freeze, they maintained eye contact even when she already sat down. 

"Miss Lisa Morgan?"

The call of her name snapped her out of her daze, she looked at him in confusion for a second, then recalled that she hadn't introduced herself.

"Hi, yes, I am," Lisa said, then stretched out her hand to shake his. 

The moment their hands touched, her body jolted, and she released his hand awkwardly, but her gaze saw the tattoo on his wrist. 

The more she looked at the tattoo which looked cold but also seemed to have a deep meaning, the more she found it familiar. 

"Please, make yourself comfortable, Miss." 

His deep voice sounded again which finally snapped Lisa out of her daze. She looked up and met Joseph's confused gaze and felt embarrassed at her rudeness, but she just couldn't help it. 

She felt she had seen that tattoo somewhere, but... 

Suddenly, Lisa's heart pounded against her rib, her eyes flashed with shock as she raised her head to look at the handsome face in front of her.

To be honest, she had been shocked when she saw him as he looked too attractive and different from what she had expected. 

His aura was cold and elegant, his eyes carried traces of gentle indifference, and he looked relaxed which made people subconsciously respect him. 

"Are you alright-" 

"Have we met before?" Lisa interrupted him and her eyes looked straight at him like she wanted to detect something from his expression.

Joseph looked at Lisa calmly but he was not that calm inside him, he looked at her with a solid expression, then spat out one word, "No!" 

Lisa regained her senses, then let out a chuckle, "Sorry, I had mistaken for someone." She said, then turned serious. 

"Ceo Bronson seems to know why we're here, so I'll go straight to the point," Lisa announced, then sat up straight. 

"I've been through heartbreak, and I don't desire love. Even if I marry you, I won't give you love." Lisa stared pointedly at him, " Are you okay with this, President Joseph?"

Joseph's fingers were tapping on the table as he listened to her, his eyes narrowed in deep thought, he couldn't help but recall how she had told all her problems and difficulties to a stranger, which really made him helpless at that time as he had wondered how much she had drunk. 

His head lowered as he thought of how she had held onto him that night, how her legs had curled around his waist, the corner of his lips curled up in a smile and his eyes lit up dazzlingly but all this was something Lisa couldn't see.

When Joseph raised his head again, he had returned to being expressionless. 

"Miss Morgan, I think we have the same thought, I also don't need a love marriage, just a collaboration between the two families, and I need someone who can help me stop the mutters of the boards," Joseph said, then sat up with a serious aura. 

"That's good!" Lisa sighed in relief.

"Then...Let's sign a one-year contract. If after one year we still don't find ourselves compatible, we break it off." He suggested. 

Lisa frowned as she hadn't thought of that. She looked at Joseph, and her gaze couldn't help but shift to his wrist again which made Joseph who had noticed her focus sigh as helplessness flashed through his eyes.

"What do you think of my suggestion, Miss Lisa?" 

Lisa shifted her gaze back to him, "Then let's do it that way." 

****

Two hours later, Joseph and Lisa walked out of the marriage registry with two certificates in their hands. 

Lisa looked at the certificate in a daze. She had remarried, just like that? 

She turned around to look at the handsome man who stood behind her with the sun casting on him making him look more handsome. 

She watched as he stretched out his hand towards her; 

"Hello, Mrs Bronson."

CHAPTER 5

Lisa trailed her fingers along the edge of her gown as she stepped into the house, the satin folds heavy against her arms.

The wedding did not bother her but tonight felt worse – her first appearance as Joseph Bronson's wife.

She dropped onto the velvet chair in her dressing room, staring at her reflection.

Her green eyes carried exhaustion, but it was the storm behind them that frightened her.

For a fleeting moment, her thoughts drifted backward-back to the vows she had once made with Dane, the promises whispered in soft tones, the lies she believed.

Had divorce truly freed her or had it only bound her to a colder fate?

The name Joseph Brown carried power, yes, but what good was power if the man she owned was merciless?

What if he were worse than Dane?

The silence in the room pressed against her ears, thick and suffocating.

She shut her eyes, forcing the spiraling thoughts away.

But fear lingered.

___

Across the hall, Joseph sat alone in his room, the glow of a single lamp casting shadows against the walls.

His gaze dropped to the ring on his finger, the silver band gleaming under the light.

For a long moment, he simply stared at it, unmoving, as if trying to convince himself it was real.

Then slowly, a faint smile curved at the corner of his lips.

He was married.

To her.

The thought still felt unreal, but it filled a space inside him he hadn't known was empty.

Joseph leaned back in his chair, his hand tightening slightly as though the ring could slip away if he wasn't careful.

He didn't want separate rooms.

He didn't want this marriage to feel like a contract sealed by signatures and witnesses.

He wanted her – Lisa – beside him.

For the first time in his life, he had someone he could call his own.

And he wasn't planning on letting her go.

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Morning came with a chill that crept through the wide halls of the Bronson estate.

The dining room stretched endlessly, the polished oak table set with silver cutlery and steaming dishes.

Lisa sat at one end, her gown brushing the floor, her back perfectly straight though her heart was anything but.

Joseph occupied the opposite chair, the distance between them more than physical – it was a gulf of silence neither dared to cross.

Servants moved quietly, placing plates before them, then withdrawing as though the air itself warned them not to linger.

Not a word was spoken.

Knives scraped softly against porcelain.

The ticking of the grand clock on the far wall sounded louder than it should.

Lisa forced a sip of water, her throat suddenly tightening.

She coughed once, then again, the sound sharp in the hollow quiet.

Joseph's chair scraped violently against the floor.

Before anyone could breathe, he was at her side, his hand steadying her back, his voice low but urgent.

"Easy".

Gasps erupted from the servants standing at the edges of the room.

The cold boss – Joseph Bronson, the man of ice and iron – had moved.

He had run.

No one had ever seen him do such a thing for anyone.

But here he was, his hands lingering on Lisa's shoulder, his eyes fixed with an intensity that betrayed something more than duty.

Lisa blinked at him, stunned.

And for the first time, she wondered if the walls around him were not as unshakable as she believed.

Joseph remained by her side a second longer than necessary before the straightening, slipping back into the armor of composure.

The servants exchanged uneasy glances, whispers caught in their throats.

The sound of polished shoes striking the floor echoed into the room.

A man in a tailored suit approached, a leather folder tucked under his arm.

He bowed slightly, his voice measured and respectful.

"Sir, Madam", he began, opening the folder with practiced precision.

"Your schedule for the day".

Joseph gave a curt nod, his expression unreadable once more.

The man cleared his throat before continuing.

"This evening, both of you are expected at the HallowayGala. The city's elite will be in attendance. It will serve as your first official appearance as husband and wife.

The words fell like a stone in the silence.

Lisa's fingers tightened around her fork, her heart sinking.

Joseph's jaw flexed but he merely said, "Noted".

The man closed the folder, gave another short bow, and withdrew, leaving the tension heavier than before.

For Lisa, the weight of the coming evening pressed against her chest.

She could already hear the whispers waiting for her.

The Gala....

The gala hall glittered under chandeliers, diamonds of light scattering across polished marble floors.

Lisa walked in beside Joseph, every step heavier than the last.

The murmurs began immediately.

Whispers chased her through the crowd, sharp and cold.

Her smile wavered, but she forced it to remain, her hand resting lightly against Joseph's arms.

In the far corner, Dane slipped in, his dark eyes scanning until they found her.

He leaned toward the woman at his side, his lips curling into a smirk.

"Look at her", he whispered, his tone dripping with disdain.

"She probably entered with a false name. She's a nothing".

The woman gave a polite, hollow laugh but Dane's gaze never left Lisa.

Then, from somewhere in the crowd, a man muttered under his breath, "That's Mrs. Bronson now".

Dane stiffened.

Joseph Bronson's wife?

His jaw tightened, envy burning through him.

And in the moment, his smirk returned – sharper, more dangerous.

If Lisa thought marriage would save her reputation, he would make sure it destroyed her instead.

Moments later, his voice cut through the crowd.

"Well. Well", Dane drawled loudly, drawing all attention, "Bronson, I didn't know you made a habit of collecting used goods".

Gasps rippled across the ballroom.

Lisa's head dropped, shame flooding her, cameras flashing like lightning to capture her bowed face.

Joseph's shoulders shifted as though the insult had barely brushed him.

And then – he laughed.

A low, sharp sound that echoed across the hall and made the silence stretch tighter.

When his gaze found Dane, his smile was thin and mocking.

"You're still talking about her?" Joseph said smoothing, his tone slicing like glass.

"I suppose it makes sense... men usually can't forget what they'll never have again".

The crowd stirred, a mix of muffled chuckles and shocked murmurs.

Color rose on Dane's face, his composure faltering.

Before he could retort, Joseph stepped closer to Lisa, his hand brushing hers.

His lips moved just enough for her to hear.

"Smile", he murmured, "you don't want them taking ugly pictures of you".

Then his voice rose, thunderous and commanding – "Let it be known that she is now Lisa Bronson. My wife. And anyone who dares disrespect her will answer to me".

The hall froze, Joseph's power settling like a storm.

The only sound was the click of cameras desperate to capture the cold fury in his eyes.

Lisa stared at him, stunned, relief clashing with disbelief.

The world seemed to hold its breath.

Until Dane's voice, low and venomous, broke the stillness.

"You'll regret this union".

His snarl carried a promise.

And the night ended in silence, heavy with the threat of war.

CHAPTER 6

The echoes of the gala still haunted Lisa the next morning – the flash of cameras, Dane's sneer, and Joseph's commanding voice that had silenced an entire hall.

Now she sat in the mansion's sunlit study, the grand windows doing nothing to warm the chill settling in her chest.

Joseph stood across from her, arms folded, his tone clipped and businesslike.

"There are rules to this arrangement", he said.

"Our marriage exists for appearances. You'll maintain your role when necessary, nothing more".

Lisa's lips parted slightly, but she didn't interrupt.

"Public events, we attend together. In private life, we remain separate. No questions about my business. No wandering into restricted parts of this house. And above all – keep your emotions out of this. That was our agreement".

Lisa lowered her gaze, her hands knotting in her lap.

But her thoughts betrayed her.

The way he shielded me... the way he told everyone I was his wife. Was that just part of this contract? Or was there something more?

Her chest tightened, an unwelcome flicker of hope slipping through her doubts.

Could it be... we've already begun to feel something for each other?

She quickly smothered the thought, afraid to let it linger.

Across from her, Joseph was a fortress again, his voice stripped of the fire he had shown at the gala.

But Lisa couldn't forget how it felt when his coat had shielded her from the world – when his words had silenced Dane with a single thunderous claim.

And no matter how strict his rules, that memory whispered a dangerous question into her heart.

Maybe - just maybe – Joseph Bronson wasn't all coldness after all.

*****

The mansion felt endless, its marble halls echoing with every step Lisa took. Determined not to feel like a stranger in her own home, she wandered, tracing her fingers across banisters and doors, memorizing turns.

But the farther she walked, the more she felt eyes on her.

Behind her, whispers pricked her ears.

"She doesn't belong here..."

"....won't last a month".

She spun around.

The staff froze – maids clutching their trays, a butler bowing his head too quickly. Fear flickered in their eyes, and silence swallowed the hall.

Lisa's chest tightened. Without another word, she turned away, unsettled.

She made her way toward Joseph's wing, her thoughts restless. Maybe he needed to know how she was being treated. Maybe –

Her steps halted.

Through the half–open door of his study, she glimpsed him seated at his desk, his gaze lowered. His hand lingered on his wedding ring, a faint smile ghosting across his lips.

Lisa's breath caught. He didn't look cold at all in the moment. He looked almost... human.

Quietly, she stepped back, not wanting him to see her.

But as she turned to leave, her eyes snagged on a heavy wooden door at the end of the hall.

A door she remembered clearly.

Do not enter this room, Joseph had warned.

His pulse quickened.

She told herself to walk away. To respect his rules.

But curiosity pressed harder than fear.

Her hand found the brass handle. Slowly, she pushed.

The hinges groaned softly, revealing a dim room layered with dust and shadows.

Lisa stepped inside, her eyes scanning the shelves, the faint scent of old paper and leather filling the air.

Then she froze.

On the wall, partly veiled by a forgotten curtain, hung a framed photograph.

Joseph. Younger. His arms draped lightly around a woman's shoulders.

A woman Lisa knew.

Lauren.

Her stomach lurched, the image twisting in her mind. Joseph's warning, the staff's whispers, his sudden bursts of protectiveness– it all tangled into something ugly.

They were together. He's still tied to her...

Tears blurred her vision as she stumbled back, her hand flying to her mouth.

She didn't wait to study the photograph again.

She turned and ran, her footsteps quick and uneven, until she shut herself inside her own room, her breath ragged, her chest aching.

Whatever she had begun to believe about Joseph the night before shattered into doubt.

Suffocated by what she had seen, Lisa slipped through the back escape door, desperate for air – desperate to be away from him.

The night greeted her with a cool whisper of freedom... until it shattered.

Flashbulbs exploded. Voices lunged from the shadows. "Mrs. Bronson! Over here! Look this way!"

Lisa staggered back a step, then another, her heel scraping against the pavement. The lights were blinding, the questions sharp and merciless.

She had never been hunted like this, never had strangers claw at her name, her life, her face.

Inside the mansion, a guard rushed in. "Sir, she's outside – the back door. Paparazzi surrounded her. CCTV picked it up".

Joseph's eyes darkened. His jaw tightened as he seized his coat and strode out without a word.

Outside, Lisa's breath came short, her back almost brushing the cold iron of the gates. Just as panic broke through her chest, weight settled across her shoulder – a coat, heavy and protective.

A strong arm pulled her forward

"Enough", Joseph's voice cut like steel, slicing through the frenzy. The flashes faltered under his glare as he shielded her and dragged her back inside.

But in the hall, his temper broke.

"Wake up, Lisa!" his voice thundered, ricocheting off the marble. "You're married to the Bronson family now. You might have hidden from your father's name with a false identity, but you can't hide from this. Enemies are watching. Stop acting weak!"

The words cut deep. Then he walked away, his footsteps leaving a silence louder than the crowd outside.

*****

Later, unable to sleep, Lisa clutched the coat tighter.

She hated its weight, hated the reminder of his words... and yet, she couldn't leave it lying around like some discarded thing.

Gathering her courage, she walked towards his study, rehearsing an apology she wasn't sure she meant.

But as she neared, voices bled through the half–open door.Joseph's, sharp and low:

"Keep an eye on Lauren".

Lisa froze, the apology dying on her lips, the coat heavy in her hands.

Her breath caught, her heart sinking like stone.

The pieces slid together with cruel precision.

He's still in love with her, Lisa thought bitterly. 

My stepmother.