The Heartbreak Prescription by Glazed Snow

"If you value your mother's life, Isla, you'll marry Theodore and do exactly as you're told!"

Staring daggers at her phone screen, Isla Wright felt rage simmer as her father, Archie Wright, grinned in that infuriating way of his.

On the video call, Isla watched her mother Skylar Palmer lying powerless—her oxygen tube yanked away, every machine that might have saved her switched off. Skylar's heart monitor screamed a flat, deadly line while Archie stood by, his face set in cold indifference. He didn't care in the slightest.

Murder didn't even begin to cover it.

Fingers curling tight, Isla fought the urge to launch her phone across the room. In her mind, she plotted a dozen ways to make Archie pay.

"I'll do it! I'll marry him!" Isla replied, every word trembling with anger. "But if Mom gets hurt, you'll never see a dime from me!"

Sleeping in a hospital bed, Theodore Harris, from the wealthiest family in Asophia, hadn't woken since a car crash. The Harris clan promised a billion dollars to anyone who could give them an heir.

Archie had dollar signs in his eyes. There was no way he'd send Leah Wright, his younger daughter, into the fire. Instead, he went so far as to snatch Skylar from her hospital bed, using her as leverage to force Isla into marriage.

That was the kind of father Isla had been given.

Just to twist the knife, Leah decided they would both get married on the same day. She wanted to see Isla humiliated.

While Leah was going to marry Aaron Carter—Asophia's local heartthrob and golden child—Isla found herself promised to a man who lay silent, locked in his own body.

Laughter and music burst from Leah's celebration, bridesmaids and groomsmen crowding around as Aaron whisked her away in a limousine that gleamed in the sunlight. Every eye followed, green with envy at their picture-perfect happiness.

Meanwhile, Isla lingered at the curb in front of the Wright family's house. There was no crowd, only a solemn butler and a driver from Harris Mansion waiting to escort her.

From the limo window, Leah caught Isla's eye and tossed her a mocking wave, her lips curled in a taunting smile.

The moment struck hard, dragging Isla back to that awful day when this girl Archie had out of wedlock and her mother first showed up, forever shattering the family she'd known.

Unrelenting pressure pushed Skylar over the edge, resulting in a stroke that left her partially paralyzed and tethered to hospital machinery.

A searing look passed between Isla and Leah, Isla's stare sharp enough to cut glass.

Inwardly, Isla muttered, "Leah, marrying into the Carters is going to be your undoing," as determination solidified in her chest.

Without another glance, Isla slid into the backseat, shoving away the bitterness. During the ride, the Harris family butler delivered the terms with cold clarity. "Ms. Wright, you've got a three-month deadline. Either carry Mr. Theodore Harris's child or snap him out of his coma. Succeed, and the Harris clan will throw a wedding fit for royalty. No one will question your title as Mrs. Harris."

A silent nod was Isla's only response, though her mind spun with calculations.

Rumors flew in the city—countless women had tried to win that one billion when the offer had just been made public, but no woman dared to try after just three months.

One by one, they ran for their lives. Some lost their minds, while others simply vanished. Nobody dared tempt fate for riches they would never live to claim.