Isabella Knight is a delicate young woman with a warming heart for every living entity. She works in her Mother's pastry shop due to circumstances and her family's status can be defined as indigent, however, she doesn't care about wealth as long as she has her family. Justin Martínez, is the business owner of the Martínez Fashion & Design Industry Limited. He's an arrogant and ruthless billionaire with a stoned heart due to a tragic event in his past. The media may know almost everything about Justin, but no one knows about the true pain planted deep inside his heart and that's until he finds himself searching for the perfect woman to be his wife. What could possibly happen if Justin lays his eyes upon a bright shining light named Isabella? ******* "I'm your husband, so you do have a responsibility to please me, wife." He demands. "I own you." He slowly began to approach me and I stared at him, blankly. "You don't own me, Justin." I shook my head in objection and he slightly chuckled. "Says who?" He questioned while he came closer and I started to step backwards from his intimidation. "Me." I logically responded. "And who are you?" He seemed curious as he stood before me and I predicted where he was taking the conversation. "I'm Isabella Knight." I spoke once my back hits a surface and I realized it was a cabinet beside the bed. "Knight, who?" Justin raised a brow at me and I remained silent. When he stood in my personal space, my breathing arch in my chest from his alluring proximity and I continued to stare as if I was inarticulate. "I'm...Isabella...Knight..." I began to mutter on my words when he brought his face closer to mine. He glanced into my eyes with his lips an inch away from mine and I closed my eyes as I continued..."Martínez." I heard him chuckling at my fluttered face and he held me by the chin while he caressed his thumb over my cherry lips, giving me shivers. Then I looked at him as he spoke... "And you're mine."