The Light Through His Darkness

Chapter Four - The Form Of An Angel!

Isabella POV

I quickly joined the stream of pedestrians, making my way across the street as I glanced up at the towering skyscraper, where my Dad works for Justin Martínez.

The company was rightfully founded in Justin's authority after his Father's tragic death and my sister has been dreaming of becoming a model for the company, but unfortunately she never got accepted.

My Father accidentally forgot his lunch at home, which he tends to do a lot, so I had to be the responsible daughter as usual and bring it over since Jean is currently out with her new boyfriend.

After everything that happened yesterday, I wanted to cry my heart out, completely not ready for marriage, but I couldn't find my tears.

My Dad has been encouraging me not to think negatively, but all I know is that this offeror could be a criminal, a psychopath or even worse, Justin Martínez himself, which would be completely chaotic, but why would he marry me, right, though he's in charge of the wedding.

I'm already stuck in this situation because of my Father and if I decide to go against it, my family would most likely lose everything which will escalate in becoming my fault. So, I might as well agree until the six months are over, after getting married on Sunday.

I took a quick breath as I stepped into the building and pulled out my phone to notify Dad about my arrival. After a few rings, he answered my call, "Dad, I'm on the first floor with your lunch."

I stood in the lobby, "Alright, honey, I'll be right down." He replied before hanging up.

As I waited, I took a slow look around, taking in the surroundings before my gaze was suddenly caught by familiar faces in the lobby. Justin Martinez in the flesh and bones, was walking alongside Noah, his assistant who came by the house with the marriage contract.

Justin's black silky-smooth hair was combed upward with a drop fade and his sterling dark brown eyes seemed gracious. His eyebrows were like a crescent of moon, thin and narrow while his angular cheekbones carved down towards a flinty jaw.

He wore a black shirt underneath his formal suit without a tie and his jacket outlined his muscular arms, the upper buttons on his shirt were open.

I let out a small groan as an emerging crowd appeared in the lobby, pushing and I found myself surrounded by reporters and camera crew.

The security guards quickly gathered around Justin, guiding the individuals towards the exit as I tried to navigate my way out of the commotion, but I clumsily ended up colliding with a solid chest...

"What the heck...?" I groaned from the sudden impact, but I quickly fell silent when I glanced up and saw none other than Justin Martinez standing before me.

He seemed completely oblivious to my presence, just like everyone else in the lobby, as he focused his attention on escaping the crowd. I couldn't help but stare at his stellar outlook and notice how taller he seemed in close proximity.

He suddenly gazed down at me as I stood still in his vivacious presence and his eyes glimmered mysteriously for a split moment.

"Are you blind?" He asked, his voice was pleasingly deep.

"I was just about to ask you the same question." I responded, stepping around him.

"Oh, you have a pretty smart mouth, don't you." His gaze followed me with a slight smirk playing on his lips as he turned to me.

"Are you stalking me?" I found myself smirking back at his black magic as we both locked eyes in the midst of the crowd.

"You're standing inside my property, darling." He spread his hands to the sides, looking around, "What do you expect?" The scent of his enticing cologne swirling around him.