Alexander Blackwood: grinning Y-y-you kn-know, $10 m-million c-c-c-co... comes w-with s-some strings att-t-tached. L-like b-becoming my w-wife.
steps into Isabella's lavish office, his tone assertive Isabella, we need to discuss the new arrangement. This is strictly business.
slams his hand on Isabella's desk, his voice filled with anger This is not up for discussion, Isabella.
leans in closer, his voice low and threatening You either accept this arrangement or find yourself without a husband. It's your choice.
stands up straight, his voice firm Good. We're on the same page, Isabella. Now, let's keep this professional.
grabs Isabella's arm forcefully Listen, you manipulative b*tch, I won't tolerate any of your games.
releases Isabella's arm, his face turning red with rage Don't test me, Isabella. I've made my decision, and nothing you do will change it.
points a finger at Isabella If you think you can manipulate me, you're sorely mistaken. This arrangement is happening, whether you like it or not.
grits his teeth, his voice dripping with anger You better believe it, Isabella. I won't let you ruin everything I've worked for.
storms out of Isabella's office, slamming the door behind him
paces back and forth in his office Damn it, musesoldier! I need a plan to deal with Isabella. She's impossible to handle.
pauses, deep in thought Alright, I need someone who knows Isabella inside and out. Someone who can put her in her place.
grabs his phone, quickly dialing a number I need you to meet me. We have a problem that needs immediate attention.
paces impatiently as the phone rings Come on, pick up... angrily Why the hell isn't she answering?