I'm Isadora Dubois, a Victoria's Secret supermodel who was supposed to marry Thomas, the "prince" of the Sterling family. But from the moment I laid eyes on his uncle Alexander, I knew I'd picked the wrong man. By the pool, he emerged from the water, droplets cascading down his perfectly sculpted abs. That devastating mature man magnetism—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, muscular forearms, and those penetrating eyes that seemed to see right through everything. What made it even worse was that even in swim trunks, I could clearly make out that tantalizing bulge beneath the fabric. God, even in a completely relaxed state, the sheer size of it made my imagination run wild... "Hello, Isadora." That deep, magnetic voice made my knees buckle instantly. This man would absolutely destroy me in bed. I spent the entire party stealing glances at him. Even in the finest tailored suits, the expensive fabric couldn't fully conceal his physical advantages. Every time he stood or turned, I caught glimpses of that heart-stopping bulge. I found myself thinking desperately: if only I had met him instead. Then, the night before our engagement party, Thomas ran away. I stood in the empty church, facing the humiliation of a packed venue full of guests and media... Until Alexander appeared. "If you're willing, the wedding can still go on." He extended his hand, his gaze unfathomably deep. This was fate throwing me a lifeline. Without hesitation, I took his hand, crocodile tears in my eyes, while inside I was celebrating wildly: Alexander Sterling was finally mine. That perfect body, that mind-blowing size—all mine. At least, that's what I thought at the time... Three months later, lying here in this cold, empty bed, I'm starting to wonder if I was getting ahead of myself. This damn man, blessed with everything that could drive a woman insane, won't even lay a finger on me.

I'm Isadora Dubois, a Victoria's Secret supermodel who was supposed to marry Thomas, the "prince" of the Sterling family. But from the moment I laid eyes on his uncle Alexander, I knew I'd picked the wrong man. By the pool, he emerged from the water, droplets cascading down his perfectly sculpted abs. That devastating mature man magnetism—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, muscular forearms, and those penetrating eyes that seemed to see right through everything. What made it even worse was that even in swim trunks, I could clearly make out that tantalizing bulge beneath the fabric. God, even in a completely relaxed state, the sheer size of it made my imagination run wild... "Hello, Isadora." That deep, magnetic voice made my knees buckle instantly. This man would absolutely destroy me in bed. I spent the entire party stealing glances at him. Even in the finest tailored suits, the expensive fabric couldn't fully conceal his physical advantages. Every time he stood or turned, I caught glimpses of that heart-stopping bulge. I found myself thinking desperately: if only I had met him instead. Then, the night before our engagement party, Thomas ran away. I stood in the empty church, facing the humiliation of a packed venue full of guests and media... Until Alexander appeared. "If you're willing, the wedding can still go on." He extended his hand, his gaze unfathomably deep. This was fate throwing me a lifeline. Without hesitation, I took his hand, crocodile tears in my eyes, while inside I was celebrating wildly: Alexander Sterling was finally mine. That perfect body, that mind-blowing size—all mine. At least, that's what I thought at the time... Three months later, lying here in this cold, empty bed, I'm starting to wonder if I was getting ahead of myself. This damn man, blessed with everything that could drive a woman insane, won't even lay a finger on me.

I'm Isadora Dubois, a Victoria's Secret supermodel who was supposed to marry Thomas, the "prince" of the Sterling family. But from the moment I laid eyes on his uncle Alexander, I knew I'd picked the wrong man. By the pool, he emerged from the water, droplets cascading down his perfectly sculpted abs. That devastating mature man magnetism—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, muscular forearms, and those penetrating eyes that seemed to see right through everything. What made it even worse was that even in swim trunks, I could clearly make out that tantalizing bulge beneath the fabric. God, even in a completely relaxed state, the sheer size of it made my imagination run wild... "Hello, Isadora." That deep, magnetic voice made my knees buckle instantly. This man would absolutely destroy me in bed. I spent the entire party stealing glances at him. Even in the finest tailored suits, the expensive fabric couldn't fully conceal his physical advantages. Every time he stood or turned, I caught glimpses of that heart-stopping bulge. I found myself thinking desperately: if only I had met him instead. Then, the night before our engagement party, Thomas ran away. I stood in the empty church, facing the humiliation of a packed venue full of guests and media... Until Alexander appeared. "If you're willing, the wedding can still go on." He extended his hand, his gaze unfathomably deep. This was fate throwing me a lifeline. Without hesitation, I took his hand, crocodile tears in my eyes, while inside I was celebrating wildly: Alexander Sterling was finally mine. That perfect body, that mind-blowing size—all mine. At least, that's what I thought at the time... Three months later, lying here in this cold, empty bed, I'm starting to wonder if I was getting ahead of myself. This damn man, blessed with everything that could drive a woman insane, won't even lay a finger on me.

I'm Isadora Dubois, a Victoria's Secret supermodel who was supposed to marry Thomas, the "prince" of the Sterling family. But from the moment I laid eyes on his uncle Alexander, I knew I'd picked the wrong man. By the pool, he emerged from the water, droplets cascading down his perfectly sculpted abs. That devastating mature man magnetism—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, muscular forearms, and those penetrating eyes that seemed to see right through everything. What made it even worse was that even in swim trunks, I could clearly make out that tantalizing bulge beneath the fabric. God, even in a completely relaxed state, the sheer size of it made my imagination run wild... "Hello, Isadora." That deep, magnetic voice made my knees buckle instantly. This man would absolutely destroy me in bed. I spent the entire party stealing glances at him. Even in the finest tailored suits, the expensive fabric couldn't fully conceal his physical advantages. Every time he stood or turned, I caught glimpses of that heart-stopping bulge. I found myself thinking desperately: if only I had met him instead. Then, the night before our engagement party, Thomas ran away. I stood in the empty church, facing the humiliation of a packed venue full of guests and media... Until Alexander appeared. "If you're willing, the wedding can still go on." He extended his hand, his gaze unfathomably deep. This was fate throwing me a lifeline. Without hesitation, I took his hand, crocodile tears in my eyes, while inside I was celebrating wildly: Alexander Sterling was finally mine. That perfect body, that mind-blowing size—all mine. At least, that's what I thought at the time... Three months later, lying here in this cold, empty bed, I'm starting to wonder if I was getting ahead of myself. This damn man, blessed with everything that could drive a woman insane, won't even lay a finger on me.

I'm Isadora Dubois, a Victoria's Secret supermodel who was supposed to marry Thomas, the "prince" of the Sterling family. But from the moment I laid eyes on his uncle Alexander, I knew I'd picked the wrong man. By the pool, he emerged from the water, droplets cascading down his perfectly sculpted abs. That devastating mature man magnetism—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, muscular forearms, and those penetrating eyes that seemed to see right through everything. What made it even worse was that even in swim trunks, I could clearly make out that tantalizing bulge beneath the fabric. God, even in a completely relaxed state, the sheer size of it made my imagination run wild... "Hello, Isadora." That deep, magnetic voice made my knees buckle instantly. This man would absolutely destroy me in bed. I spent the entire party stealing glances at him. Even in the finest tailored suits, the expensive fabric couldn't fully conceal his physical advantages. Every time he stood or turned, I caught glimpses of that heart-stopping bulge. I found myself thinking desperately: if only I had met him instead. Then, the night before our engagement party, Thomas ran away. I stood in the empty church, facing the humiliation of a packed venue full of guests and media... Until Alexander appeared. "If you're willing, the wedding can still go on." He extended his hand, his gaze unfathomably deep. This was fate throwing me a lifeline. Without hesitation, I took his hand, crocodile tears in my eyes, while inside I was celebrating wildly: Alexander Sterling was finally mine. That perfect body, that mind-blowing size—all mine. At least, that's what I thought at the time... Three months later, lying here in this cold, empty bed, I'm starting to wonder if I was getting ahead of myself. This damn man, blessed with everything that could drive a woman insane, won't even lay a finger on me.

I'm Isadora Dubois, a Victoria's Secret supermodel who was supposed to marry Thomas, the "prince" of the Sterling family. But from the moment I laid eyes on his uncle Alexander, I knew I'd picked the wrong man. By the pool, he emerged from the water, droplets cascading down his perfectly sculpted abs. That devastating mature man magnetism—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, muscular forearms, and those penetrating eyes that seemed to see right through everything. What made it even worse was that even in swim trunks, I could clearly make out that tantalizing bulge beneath the fabric. God, even in a completely relaxed state, the sheer size of it made my imagination run wild... "Hello, Isadora." That deep, magnetic voice made my knees buckle instantly. This man would absolutely destroy me in bed. I spent the entire party stealing glances at him. Even in the finest tailored suits, the expensive fabric couldn't fully conceal his physical advantages. Every time he stood or turned, I caught glimpses of that heart-stopping bulge. I found myself thinking desperately: if only I had met him instead. Then, the night before our engagement party, Thomas ran away. I stood in the empty church, facing the humiliation of a packed venue full of guests and media... Until Alexander appeared. "If you're willing, the wedding can still go on." He extended his hand, his gaze unfathomably deep. This was fate throwing me a lifeline. Without hesitation, I took his hand, crocodile tears in my eyes, while inside I was celebrating wildly: Alexander Sterling was finally mine. That perfect body, that mind-blowing size—all mine. At least, that's what I thought at the time... Three months later, lying here in this cold, empty bed, I'm starting to wonder if I was getting ahead of myself. This damn man, blessed with everything that could drive a woman insane, won't even lay a finger on me.

I'm Isadora Dubois, a Victoria's Secret supermodel who was supposed to marry Thomas, the "prince" of the Sterling family. But from the moment I laid eyes on his uncle Alexander, I knew I'd picked the wrong man. By the pool, he emerged from the water, droplets cascading down his perfectly sculpted abs. That devastating mature man magnetism—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, muscular forearms, and those penetrating eyes that seemed to see right through everything. What made it even worse was that even in swim trunks, I could clearly make out that tantalizing bulge beneath the fabric. God, even in a completely relaxed state, the sheer size of it made my imagination run wild... "Hello, Isadora." That deep, magnetic voice made my knees buckle instantly. This man would absolutely destroy me in bed. I spent the entire party stealing glances at him. Even in the finest tailored suits, the expensive fabric couldn't fully conceal his physical advantages. Every time he stood or turned, I caught glimpses of that heart-stopping bulge. I found myself thinking desperately: if only I had met him instead. Then, the night before our engagement party, Thomas ran away. I stood in the empty church, facing the humiliation of a packed venue full of guests and media... Until Alexander appeared. "If you're willing, the wedding can still go on." He extended his hand, his gaze unfathomably deep. This was fate throwing me a lifeline. Without hesitation, I took his hand, crocodile tears in my eyes, while inside I was celebrating wildly: Alexander Sterling was finally mine. That perfect body, that mind-blowing size—all mine. At least, that's what I thought at the time... Three months later, lying here in this cold, empty bed, I'm starting to wonder if I was getting ahead of myself. This damn man, blessed with everything that could drive a woman insane, won't even lay a finger on me.

I'm Isadora Dubois, a Victoria's Secret supermodel who was supposed to marry Thomas, the "prince" of the Sterling family. But from the moment I laid eyes on his uncle Alexander, I knew I'd picked the wrong man. By the pool, he emerged from the water, droplets cascading down his perfectly sculpted abs. That devastating mature man magnetism—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, muscular forearms, and those penetrating eyes that seemed to see right through everything. What made it even worse was that even in swim trunks, I could clearly make out that tantalizing bulge beneath the fabric. God, even in a completely relaxed state, the sheer size of it made my imagination run wild... "Hello, Isadora." That deep, magnetic voice made my knees buckle instantly. This man would absolutely destroy me in bed. I spent the entire party stealing glances at him. Even in the finest tailored suits, the expensive fabric couldn't fully conceal his physical advantages. Every time he stood or turned, I caught glimpses of that heart-stopping bulge. I found myself thinking desperately: if only I had met him instead. Then, the night before our engagement party, Thomas ran away. I stood in the empty church, facing the humiliation of a packed venue full of guests and media... Until Alexander appeared. "If you're willing, the wedding can still go on." He extended his hand, his gaze unfathomably deep. This was fate throwing me a lifeline. Without hesitation, I took his hand, crocodile tears in my eyes, while inside I was celebrating wildly: Alexander Sterling was finally mine. That perfect body, that mind-blowing size—all mine. At least, that's what I thought at the time... Three months later, lying here in this cold, empty bed, I'm starting to wonder if I was getting ahead of myself. This damn man, blessed with everything that could drive a woman insane, won't even lay a finger on me.

I'm Isadora Dubois, a Victoria's Secret supermodel who was supposed to marry Thomas, the "prince" of the Sterling family. But from the moment I laid eyes on his uncle Alexander, I knew I'd picked the wrong man. By the pool, he emerged from the water, droplets cascading down his perfectly sculpted abs. That devastating mature man magnetism—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, muscular forearms, and those penetrating eyes that seemed to see right through everything. What made it even worse was that even in swim trunks, I could clearly make out that tantalizing bulge beneath the fabric. God, even in a completely relaxed state, the sheer size of it made my imagination run wild... "Hello, Isadora." That deep, magnetic voice made my knees buckle instantly. This man would absolutely destroy me in bed. I spent the entire party stealing glances at him. Even in the finest tailored suits, the expensive fabric couldn't fully conceal his physical advantages. Every time he stood or turned, I caught glimpses of that heart-stopping bulge. I found myself thinking desperately: if only I had met him instead. Then, the night before our engagement party, Thomas ran away. I stood in the empty church, facing the humiliation of a packed venue full of guests and media... Until Alexander appeared. "If you're willing, the wedding can still go on." He extended his hand, his gaze unfathomably deep. This was fate throwing me a lifeline. Without hesitation, I took his hand, crocodile tears in my eyes, while inside I was celebrating wildly: Alexander Sterling was finally mine. That perfect body, that mind-blowing size—all mine. At least, that's what I thought at the time... Three months later, lying here in this cold, empty bed, I'm starting to wonder if I was getting ahead of myself. This damn man, blessed with everything that could drive a woman insane, won't even lay a finger on me.

I'm Isadora Dubois, a Victoria's Secret supermodel who was supposed to marry Thomas, the "prince" of the Sterling family. But from the moment I laid eyes on his uncle Alexander, I knew I'd picked the wrong man. By the pool, he emerged from the water, droplets cascading down his perfectly sculpted abs. That devastating mature man magnetism—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, muscular forearms, and those penetrating eyes that seemed to see right through everything. What made it even worse was that even in swim trunks, I could clearly make out that tantalizing bulge beneath the fabric. God, even in a completely relaxed state, the sheer size of it made my imagination run wild... "Hello, Isadora." That deep, magnetic voice made my knees buckle instantly. This man would absolutely destroy me in bed. I spent the entire party stealing glances at him. Even in the finest tailored suits, the expensive fabric couldn't fully conceal his physical advantages. Every time he stood or turned, I caught glimpses of that heart-stopping bulge. I found myself thinking desperately: if only I had met him instead. Then, the night before our engagement party, Thomas ran away. I stood in the empty church, facing the humiliation of a packed venue full of guests and media... Until Alexander appeared. "If you're willing, the wedding can still go on." He extended his hand, his gaze unfathomably deep. This was fate throwing me a lifeline. Without hesitation, I took his hand, crocodile tears in my eyes, while inside I was celebrating wildly: Alexander Sterling was finally mine. That perfect body, that mind-blowing size—all mine. At least, that's what I thought at the time... Three months later, lying here in this cold, empty bed, I'm starting to wonder if I was getting ahead of myself. This damn man, blessed with everything that could drive a woman insane, won't even lay a finger on me.

I'm Isadora Dubois, a Victoria's Secret supermodel who was supposed to marry Thomas, the "prince" of the Sterling family. But from the moment I laid eyes on his uncle Alexander, I knew I'd picked the wrong man. By the pool, he emerged from the water, droplets cascading down his perfectly sculpted abs. That devastating mature man magnetism—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, muscular forearms, and those penetrating eyes that seemed to see right through everything. What made it even worse was that even in swim trunks, I could clearly make out that tantalizing bulge beneath the fabric. God, even in a completely relaxed state, the sheer size of it made my imagination run wild... "Hello, Isadora." That deep, magnetic voice made my knees buckle instantly. This man would absolutely destroy me in bed. I spent the entire party stealing glances at him. Even in the finest tailored suits, the expensive fabric couldn't fully conceal his physical advantages. Every time he stood or turned, I caught glimpses of that heart-stopping bulge. I found myself thinking desperately: if only I had met him instead. Then, the night before our engagement party, Thomas ran away. I stood in the empty church, facing the humiliation of a packed venue full of guests and media... Until Alexander appeared. "If you're willing, the wedding can still go on." He extended his hand, his gaze unfathomably deep. This was fate throwing me a lifeline. Without hesitation, I took his hand, crocodile tears in my eyes, while inside I was celebrating wildly: Alexander Sterling was finally mine. That perfect body, that mind-blowing size—all mine. At least, that's what I thought at the time... Three months later, lying here in this cold, empty bed, I'm starting to wonder if I was getting ahead of myself. This damn man, blessed with everything that could drive a woman insane, won't even lay a finger on me.

I'm Isadora Dubois, a Victoria's Secret supermodel who was supposed to marry Thomas, the "prince" of the Sterling family. But from the moment I laid eyes on his uncle Alexander, I knew I'd picked the wrong man. By the pool, he emerged from the water, droplets cascading down his perfectly sculpted abs. That devastating mature man magnetism—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, muscular forearms, and those penetrating eyes that seemed to see right through everything. What made it even worse was that even in swim trunks, I could clearly make out that tantalizing bulge beneath the fabric. God, even in a completely relaxed state, the sheer size of it made my imagination run wild... "Hello, Isadora." That deep, magnetic voice made my knees buckle instantly. This man would absolutely destroy me in bed. I spent the entire party stealing glances at him. Even in the finest tailored suits, the expensive fabric couldn't fully conceal his physical advantages. Every time he stood or turned, I caught glimpses of that heart-stopping bulge. I found myself thinking desperately: if only I had met him instead. Then, the night before our engagement party, Thomas ran away. I stood in the empty church, facing the humiliation of a packed venue full of guests and media... Until Alexander appeared. "If you're willing, the wedding can still go on." He extended his hand, his gaze unfathomably deep. This was fate throwing me a lifeline. Without hesitation, I took his hand, crocodile tears in my eyes, while inside I was celebrating wildly: Alexander Sterling was finally mine. That perfect body, that mind-blowing size—all mine. At least, that's what I thought at the time... Three months later, lying here in this cold, empty bed, I'm starting to wonder if I was getting ahead of myself. This damn man, blessed with everything that could drive a woman insane, won't even lay a finger on me.

I'm Isadora Dubois, a Victoria's Secret supermodel who was supposed to marry Thomas, the "prince" of the Sterling family. But from the moment I laid eyes on his uncle Alexander, I knew I'd picked the wrong man. By the pool, he emerged from the water, droplets cascading down his perfectly sculpted abs. That devastating mature man magnetism—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, muscular forearms, and those penetrating eyes that seemed to see right through everything. What made it even worse was that even in swim trunks, I could clearly make out that tantalizing bulge beneath the fabric. God, even in a completely relaxed state, the sheer size of it made my imagination run wild... "Hello, Isadora." That deep, magnetic voice made my knees buckle instantly. This man would absolutely destroy me in bed. I spent the entire party stealing glances at him. Even in the finest tailored suits, the expensive fabric couldn't fully conceal his physical advantages. Every time he stood or turned, I caught glimpses of that heart-stopping bulge. I found myself thinking desperately: if only I had met him instead. Then, the night before our engagement party, Thomas ran away. I stood in the empty church, facing the humiliation of a packed venue full of guests and media... Until Alexander appeared. "If you're willing, the wedding can still go on." He extended his hand, his gaze unfathomably deep. This was fate throwing me a lifeline. Without hesitation, I took his hand, crocodile tears in my eyes, while inside I was celebrating wildly: Alexander Sterling was finally mine. That perfect body, that mind-blowing size—all mine. At least, that's what I thought at the time... Three months later, lying here in this cold, empty bed, I'm starting to wonder if I was getting ahead of myself. This damn man, blessed with everything that could drive a woman insane, won't even lay a finger on me.

I'm Isadora Dubois, a Victoria's Secret supermodel who was supposed to marry Thomas, the "prince" of the Sterling family. But from the moment I laid eyes on his uncle Alexander, I knew I'd picked the wrong man. By the pool, he emerged from the water, droplets cascading down his perfectly sculpted abs. That devastating mature man magnetism—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, muscular forearms, and those penetrating eyes that seemed to see right through everything. What made it even worse was that even in swim trunks, I could clearly make out that tantalizing bulge beneath the fabric. God, even in a completely relaxed state, the sheer size of it made my imagination run wild... "Hello, Isadora." That deep, magnetic voice made my knees buckle instantly. This man would absolutely destroy me in bed. I spent the entire party stealing glances at him. Even in the finest tailored suits, the expensive fabric couldn't fully conceal his physical advantages. Every time he stood or turned, I caught glimpses of that heart-stopping bulge. I found myself thinking desperately: if only I had met him instead. Then, the night before our engagement party, Thomas ran away. I stood in the empty church, facing the humiliation of a packed venue full of guests and media... Until Alexander appeared. "If you're willing, the wedding can still go on." He extended his hand, his gaze unfathomably deep. This was fate throwing me a lifeline. Without hesitation, I took his hand, crocodile tears in my eyes, while inside I was celebrating wildly: Alexander Sterling was finally mine. That perfect body, that mind-blowing size—all mine. At least, that's what I thought at the time... Three months later, lying here in this cold, empty bed, I'm starting to wonder if I was getting ahead of myself. This damn man, blessed with everything that could drive a woman insane, won't even lay a finger on me.

I'm Isadora Dubois, a Victoria's Secret supermodel who was supposed to marry Thomas, the "prince" of the Sterling family. But from the moment I laid eyes on his uncle Alexander, I knew I'd picked the wrong man. By the pool, he emerged from the water, droplets cascading down his perfectly sculpted abs. That devastating mature man magnetism—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, muscular forearms, and those penetrating eyes that seemed to see right through everything. What made it even worse was that even in swim trunks, I could clearly make out that tantalizing bulge beneath the fabric. God, even in a completely relaxed state, the sheer size of it made my imagination run wild... "Hello, Isadora." That deep, magnetic voice made my knees buckle instantly. This man would absolutely destroy me in bed. I spent the entire party stealing glances at him. Even in the finest tailored suits, the expensive fabric couldn't fully conceal his physical advantages. Every time he stood or turned, I caught glimpses of that heart-stopping bulge. I found myself thinking desperately: if only I had met him instead. Then, the night before our engagement party, Thomas ran away. I stood in the empty church, facing the humiliation of a packed venue full of guests and media... Until Alexander appeared. "If you're willing, the wedding can still go on." He extended his hand, his gaze unfathomably deep. This was fate throwing me a lifeline. Without hesitation, I took his hand, crocodile tears in my eyes, while inside I was celebrating wildly: Alexander Sterling was finally mine. That perfect body, that mind-blowing size—all mine. At least, that's what I thought at the time... Three months later, lying here in this cold, empty bed, I'm starting to wonder if I was getting ahead of myself. This damn man, blessed with everything that could drive a woman insane, won't even lay a finger on me.