The Invisible Wife Turned Savage novel Chapter 206

Chapter 206: The Bargain

“Nathaniel, you’ve heard, haven’t you? Kevin, the eldest son of the Chunks—the most influential family in Sea City—has arrived in Javerton. He’s spearheading a massive new project. If the Hartwell Group could secure a partnership with the Chunk family, it would be a tremendous boost, don’t you think?”

Nathaniel felt a flicker of temptation stirring within him.

Recently, the Bennett Group had been steadily snatching away many of their key projects. The pressure was mounting, and the Hartwell Group was teetering on the edge of a crisis. Landing a deal with the Chunks could be the lifeline they desperately needed.

He mulled over the proposal carefully, weighing the risks and rewards. After a moment of contemplation, he finally reached for the pen and signed the agreement. Looking earnestly into Isabelle’s eyes, he said, “Isabelle, from this moment forward, you’re my wife. Half of the Hartwell Group belongs to you.”

A soft smile curved Isabelle’s lips. “Then I’ll have to work even harder to bring in new projects for Hartwell. If the company profits, I profit too.”

Holding that signed agreement firmly in her hands, she felt a surge of confidence. Nathaniel wouldn’t be able to walk away so easily now.

He nodded with determination. “From now on, Mr. Hartwell works for you and you alone.”

Isabelle had known Kevin for years.

The instant he arrived in Javerton, she sought him out.

She found him in a private room, casually drinking, flanked by two blonde women who laughed and chatted flirtatiously.

The moment Kevin spotted Isabelle, he waved the women away without hesitation.

He smirked and asked, “So, I heard my playgirl is getting married?”

Back in the day, when Isabelle was known for her carefree ways, she and Kevin had shared a brief, purely physical fling—no strings attached, no emotions involved.

Still stung by Nathaniel’s careless mention of Estella’s name just the night before, Isabelle’s desire for revenge flared up. Sliding onto the seat beside Kevin, she pressed her lips to his in a long, fiery French kiss.

When Kevin reached to pull her closer, she pulled back sharply, slapping his hand away, maintaining a deliberate distance between them.

Raising an eyebrow, Kevin teased, “Settling down for real now? You weren’t like this before.”

During her wildest days, Isabelle had a revolving door of boyfriends. The idea of her suddenly turning faithful seemed almost impossible.

She pulled out her lipstick, carefully touched up her makeup, then lit a cigarette she hadn’t smoked in ages. A flicker of her old, reckless charm returned to her face.

For Nathaniel’s sake, she had forced herself to appear obedient and sweet, but now, in Kevin’s presence, the old Isabelle resurfaced.

“I need to ask you for a favor,” she said casually.

“What kind of favor?” Kevin asked, intrigued.

“Isn’t your Chunk family planning to build a resort project here in Javerton? How about handing that partnership over to my fiancé? What do you say?”

Kevin chuckled darkly. “You think a few pretty words will get you the project? It’s not that simple.”

Isabelle smiled sweetly. “You didn’t come to Javerton to work—you came to play. If it’s all just for fun, why not give the project to me, an old friend?”

Kevin’s eyes gleamed with amusement as he lit a cigarette himself.

The Chunk family had limitless wealth. As the spoiled heir, Kevin could indulge himself however he pleased. Even if he lost money, his father would always cover for him.

Kevin grinned, a teasing glint in his eyes. “I thought you’d really settled down. Not even married yet, and already sneaking around.”

“Don’t make such a big deal out of it,” Isabelle snapped, impatience creeping into her tone.

She had come to realize that no matter how much of herself she gave Nathaniel, he never truly valued her.

Fine. Then she wouldn’t hold back either.

He was marrying her while still holding another woman in his heart.

So she would play her own game behind his back.

Kevin took the cigarette from her fingers and inhaled deeply.

“You’re dangerous. My old man’s already pushing me to marry some rich heiress. If I played around like you do, I wouldn’t last a day.”

Isabelle snorted. “So men can cheat, but women can’t?”

Kevin shrugged without shame. “A wife isn’t like other women. My wife should be mine alone. The others don’t matter.”

“What a rotten idea,” Isabelle scoffed.

Then she returned to the matter at hand. “So? How about it—will you give the project to my fiancé?”

Kevin laughed, shaking his head. “One minute you’re cheating on him, the next you’re fighting to bring him a project. You really are a woman I’ll never understand.”