Billionaire's Marriage Bargain

let the game begin

It was unusually cold that morning in February Isobel thought , or maybe it was her broken pride that made her bones to chill. She couldn't lose no matter what was at stake it was her pride that had pushed her so far from the dirty streets of Cambodia , to become the chief editor of Times magazine. Born to a factory worker father and housewife mother with her only joy being her kid sister she had promised herself that she would have the world under expensive Gucci heels. Though she hardly remembered her childhood very clearly because her father had died at a fire in the factory and her mother of  heartbreak she remembered them to be loving and kind. But soon she understood that kind was not what you get in an unprotected world, you get selfish and greedy. She had left her sister at the gates of an orphanage when they had been kicked out of their small clumsy apartment after failing to pay the rent. She had wanted her sister to have a better life than she could provide for them at that time. Having spent most of her early teens doing odd jobs in locality she had pushed herself to study by night gaining a scholarship which had helped her to take a step closer to her dream. Now that she had the world in her palm her only had aim on her mind ... to find her kid sister Sofia,  which was why here she was outside a yet another iron gate of London's Orphanage that had turned her away from giving any information about the Argentinian couple who had adopted her sister.