BOUND BY FORTUNE

. It was a lavish gathering in honor of her upcoming engagement to Alexander Knight, and her parents had spared no expense. Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead, casting a warm glow on the ele

is my life, not just a business transaction!" Her mother's eyes narrowed, the tension palpable. "You think I don't care about your happiness? This is a sacrifice for the greater good. You'll have everything you've ever wanted-a beautiful home, security, and status. All I ask is that you approach this with an open heart." An open heart. The phrase felt like a cruel joke. How could she open her heart to a man she barely knew, someone who represented everything she had sought to escape? "And what if I'm not happy, Mother? What if I can't love him like you expect me to?" Eleanor's expression softened momentarily, revealing a glimpse of vulnerability. "I'm not asking for love, Isabella. I'm asking for partnership. In time, affection may grow. But you must trust me on this." Isabella felt a pang of guilt at her mother's words. She wanted to believe that her parents had her best interests at heart, but the weight of their expectations felt like a noose tightening around her. "I need more time to think about this," she said finally, her voice steady yet trembling inside. "Time is a luxury we don't have," Eleanor replied, her voice firm. "The engagement will be announced at the gala next month. You need to prepare yourself for the public eye. This isn't just about you; it's about our family's legacy." With that, Eleanor turned back toward the crowd, leaving Isabella standing alone, feeling more isolated than ever. She watched her mother glide effortlessly among the guests, exchanging pleasantries with the air of someone who thrived on approval. Isabella wanted to scream, to shake her mother and make her understand how trapped she felt. Later that evening, as the party continued, Isabella found a moment of solitude on the terrace, the cool breeze brushing against her skin. She leaned against the railing, staring out at the sprawling gardens illuminated by moonlight. The beauty of the scene felt like a cruel reminder of her constraints. "Isabella?" A voice interrupted her thoughts, and she turned to find her father approaching, his brow furrowed with concern. "You seem distant tonight. Is everything alright?" "Just taking a moment to breathe," she replied, forcing a smile. "It's a lot to take in." "Your mother is excited about