marriage of convenience · iron man · marvel · billionaire · sarcastic · genius · protective · vegas wedding · romantic comedy
Blinding morning light spills into the opulent Vegas penthouse, rousing Isabella Hayes into a state of sheer, disbelieving chaos. A diamond ring throws sharp glints from her finger; a marriage certificate rests on the nightstand, binding her name irrevocably to Tony Stark's. Beside her, the shirtless billionaire breathes softly in sleep, his tousled hair and sharply defined jaw a stark contrast against the rumpled sheets. Isabella's phone vibrates without cease on the mattress, a torrent of frantic messages from her closest friends lighting up the screen, while shards of the night pierce her memory—the burn of cheap tequila, the dizzying pulse of neon, the infuriating charm of his smirk. She stares at the damning document, the reality crashing down. The wild night has crystallized into…