Hazel was a vision in her baby pink dress, her hair cascading down her back in loose waves. The light makeup she wore enhanced her natural beauty, giving her a soft, ethereal glow. A delicate net dupatta draped over her shoulders, and diamond earrings sparkled in her ears—earrings she had worn on Gabriel's wedding anniversary. She stood by the door of the washroom, her heart racing as she listened to the water stop. Gabriel had finished his shower, and Hazel's anticipation grew. She had prepared an elaborate breakfast for him that morning, hoping to surprise him with her efforts.Gabriel emerged from the washroom, dressed in trousers and a shirt. As he entered the room, Hazel felt her cheeks grow warmer, her pink dress only emphasizing the blush that spread across her face. Her gaze fell to his broad chest, the dark brown hair still damp from the shower, and she quickly averted her eyes, unable to face the intensity of his presence. Gabriel’s face, always a striking contrast of red an
Gabriel gently lifted her chin and asked, "Why are you crying when this moment is so joyful?"Hazel, through her tears, replied, "Your happiness is so overwhelming that it brought me to tears. I couldn't hold back when I saw how much love you have. How can anyone be so happy to become a father again?"Gabriel chuckled at her unusual logic and, with a teasing tone, said, "I’d be happy even if I became a father for the tenth time." Hazel wiped her tears and looked at him in surprise."Ten children?" she exclaimed, her blue eyes wide with astonishment. Gabriel laughed."No, I just want one daughter, a daughter like you. I'm so incredibly happy, Hazel. I want a daughter this time," he confessed, his eyes filled with hope. At his words, Hazel began crying again. Gabriel stood up and sat beside her on the bed."John, why are you crying now?" he asked tenderly, wiping her tears and kissing her softly on her blue eyes."You wished for a daughter when Ibtisam was born, but she had a son. What
Isabella’s P.O.V."Congratulations, now you are the legal wife of the most handsome billionaire ‘Alexander Harrison’." After hearing these words, my mind was paralyzed.How had my life turned upside down in just one week? How had all my dreams been shattered? How do I become entangled with these heartless people? Thinking about that, my eyes welled up with tears, and I looked around desperately for someone, anyone, to wipe them away. But there was no one; I was alone with these cruel people."Let's go into the room." I had been sitting still like a statue but these words shook me. I looked at him, with blank eyes. Next moment, I felt a touch on my hand. He was Alexander; he held my hand in front of all the family and signaled me to get up.My body trembled to its core."I won't go with you. Let go of my hand!" I struggled with all my strength, attempting to break free from his grip."You have to go," he declared firmly, tugging my hand."Mom, please save me. I don't want to go with th
~Venice Marco Polo AirportI had my earphones on, eyes fixed on the phone screen, oblivious to the world around me. Lost in my own music, I suddenly felt the presence of someone settling onto the white sofa beside me. I glanced over and saw him, dressed in a black coat and jeans with a white sweater; he was sitting with poise beside me.The moment I looked at him, I recognized him. He was my cousin and the heir of the Harrison family, Alexander Harrison. I recognized him not for his looks and cold expression, but because of a scar on his right eyebrow. That sign reminded me of my victory and that victory was the cause of the separation from my mother for so many years.At that very first glance, I have to admit, he was exceptionally good-looking. I couldn't help but gaze at him. At that moment, I forgot that I hated him, he was a ruthless and selfish man.The heat of my eyes alerted Alexander, but I was still staring at him."Why hasn't my coffee arrived yet?" he asked in his arrogant
I reached the mansion at almost eight in the morning. I walked into the breakfast gathering, and to my surprise, everyone welcomed me warmly.“Mom.” I ignored everyone and hugged my mom happily. After years, I was able to look at her face.Suddenly, my uncle signaled my mom to sit down. We were both surprised. For the first time in so many years, he was asking my mom to join the breakfast table with the whole family."Sit. I have to talk to you very importantly." He said in a very polite manner."Mom, sit down." I quickly led her to sit."You too sit down, Isabella." he said affectionately, and I reluctantly sat beside my mother, facing Alexander. It was the first time I was about to sit in the same place as Alexander and share a meal, a peculiar feeling of equality washing over me."Mom, please tell us." Uncle said to my grandmother. I looked at my mom; she was very surprised like me. What do they want to talk to us about? From when do we become so important to them?“Isabella is my
I planned to run from here. Today was the reception of Harry, and everyone was getting ready to attend the party. My grandmother boldly entered my room. I was sitting on my bed. Finding her in my room, I was shocked. Why was she here? I could only think."You're not ready yet?" She raised her eyebrows, and asked."All that is left is to do my hair. You go, I will come with the driver myself." I replied in a low voice. “Selfish people.” I cursed in my heart."Okay. Come quickly." She closed the door of the room and left."They don’t even look at me with affection. How are they willing to make me their daughter-in-law? Wait a minute. Isabella, why did you agree to your mom's insistence? He is marrying you so that he can settle all his previous accounts comfortably. He will also get a free maid for the rest of his life. According to Alexander, he will stay with his second wife in a separate house.” This thought made my heart ached badly."Let's go, driver." I waited for everyone to leave
A lot of time had passed, and then suddenly, the door swung open. The face I saw left a sour taste in my mouth. "What rudeness is this? It's not that difficult to ask for permission before entering someone's room or knocking on the door." My heart raced as I saw Alexander walk in my direction. Anger boiled up within me, and I shout in frustration. "Let's go." Alexander completely ignored me and said while tightening his grip on my arm. "Let go of me! What's wrong with you? Do you have no idea how to speak to a lady? Leave my hand!" I struggled to break free, but it was futile against his relentless grip. Despite my protests, he forcefully pulled me into the lounge, where all the residents of Harrison Mansion had already gathered. "How did you try to run away?" Robert Harrison’s angry voice echoed in the room. I looked at him; he was sitting majestically on the couch. There was no sympathy or love in his eyes for me. “I came here at your invitation, not to marry your son. Please,
Isabella’s P.O.V.Today, I entered Alexander's room for the first time in my life. Alexander dragged me in, threw me on the bed as if I were a lifeless doll, and turned to lock the door.I sat up, gathering myself. I wasn’t going to let him touch me."Alexander. Stay away from me." I warned, pointing my index finger towards him, but he ignored me. He approached me without hesitation, gripped my arm, and pulled me toward him. He was close to me, and that realization made me freeze."Why?? Why should I stay away?" he asked innocently, holding me close to his chest."You used to hate me, didn't you? You called me dirty. So why do you want to dirty your hands by touching this 'dirty' thing?" I tried to pull away, but his grip on my delicate waist tightened, leaving me helpless. I was not able to go away from him, even if I wanted to. Despite seeing that there was nothing but ugliness and hatred in my eyes, he was not ready to back down."It's okay. I'll wash my hands with soap later," he
Gabriel gently lifted her chin and asked, "Why are you crying when this moment is so joyful?"Hazel, through her tears, replied, "Your happiness is so overwhelming that it brought me to tears. I couldn't hold back when I saw how much love you have. How can anyone be so happy to become a father again?"Gabriel chuckled at her unusual logic and, with a teasing tone, said, "I’d be happy even if I became a father for the tenth time." Hazel wiped her tears and looked at him in surprise."Ten children?" she exclaimed, her blue eyes wide with astonishment. Gabriel laughed."No, I just want one daughter, a daughter like you. I'm so incredibly happy, Hazel. I want a daughter this time," he confessed, his eyes filled with hope. At his words, Hazel began crying again. Gabriel stood up and sat beside her on the bed."John, why are you crying now?" he asked tenderly, wiping her tears and kissing her softly on her blue eyes."You wished for a daughter when Ibtisam was born, but she had a son. What
Hazel was a vision in her baby pink dress, her hair cascading down her back in loose waves. The light makeup she wore enhanced her natural beauty, giving her a soft, ethereal glow. A delicate net dupatta draped over her shoulders, and diamond earrings sparkled in her ears—earrings she had worn on Gabriel's wedding anniversary. She stood by the door of the washroom, her heart racing as she listened to the water stop. Gabriel had finished his shower, and Hazel's anticipation grew. She had prepared an elaborate breakfast for him that morning, hoping to surprise him with her efforts.Gabriel emerged from the washroom, dressed in trousers and a shirt. As he entered the room, Hazel felt her cheeks grow warmer, her pink dress only emphasizing the blush that spread across her face. Her gaze fell to his broad chest, the dark brown hair still damp from the shower, and she quickly averted her eyes, unable to face the intensity of his presence. Gabriel’s face, always a striking contrast of red an
Gabriel slipped the key into the lock, the familiar click echoing through the silence as he pushed open the door to his apartment. The moment he stepped inside, he was greeted by an unsettling darkness that seemed to swallow the entire space. He frowned, his hand instinctively reaching for the light switch. With a flick, the lounge was bathed in soft, warm light, revealing the stillness that enveloped the room.His heart sank. He had expected a surprise, perhaps balloons or a candlelit dinner waiting for him, but instead, the apartment was eerily quiet, devoid of any movement or life. Confusion gnawed at him as he set the various shopping bags he had carried in on the couch. They were filled with gifts he had carefully chosen for this special occasion, yet there was no one here to receive them.Determined to find her, Gabriel walked down the hallway toward their bedroom, the only sound his footsteps on the wooden floor. He paused at the doorway, his breath catching at the sight before
"Isabella, you know how we celebrate our holidays with Jane every year. Those two months are so important to him; he waits for us all year long. And now, you're telling me we shouldn't go to America this year? You know how much this means to Jane." Big Mama's voice was firm yet filled with concern. She wasn't just speaking as a mother, but as someone who knew how much Jane cherished their presence. "He doesn't just see me as Mama, Isabella. He considers you his Mama too. He loves you deeply, and here you are, telling me this."Hearing this, Alexander rose to his feet, the signs of frustration evident on his face. His tone was harsh, and the sharpness in his voice made Isabella's eyes well up with tears."Alexander, that wasn't what I meant," Isabella replied, her voice trembling. "I just wanted to meet Hazel..."Feeling the sadness in her voice, Alexander took a deep breath and gently took her hand. "Bella, you shouldn’t make a distinction between Jane and Mia. Jane isn’t just Jazem’s
~Five years later...Bella came out of the dressing room wearing a full gown nighty, Alexander, who had been lying on the bed waiting for her, got up from the bed.“I’ve been waiting for you for half an hour,” he snapped, his voice laced with irritation. “And you come out wearing this? Why didn’t you wear the nightgown I told you to?”His tone was harsh, the anger simmering just beneath the surface, and Bella could feel the familiar pang of fear tighten her chest. It was the same fear that had gripped her in the early days of their marriage, whenever he drew too close. She lowered her eyes, her voice barely above a whisper as she replied, “Alexander, that nightie is too revealing. I don’t want to wear it.”His demeanor softened at the sight of the tears glistening in her eyes. The anger ebbed away, replaced by a tender concern that she rarely saw in him. He reached out, gently cradling her face in his hands, his voice a soothing balm. “It’s alright, my love. Don’t worry. It doesn’t ma
"Oh, thank you, your mood has improved. I was quite worried, you know. I could tell you were thinking about our plans even during the meeting..." Bella teased, her fingers playing lightly with the buttons of Alexander's shirt. She offered him a faint, charming smile, knowing all too well that Alexander had indeed been preoccupied, likely replaying the details of their upcoming date in his mind while he was supposed to be focusing on business. She had sensed his distraction, the way his troubled eyes had lingered on her during the meeting, filled with a mix of longing and concern.Alexander returned her smile, a warm, affectionate expression that softened the worry lines on his face. He gently cupped her face in his hands, pulling her closer, and their lips met with a fierce intensity that left Bella breathless. His kiss was so fervent that her lips turned a deep shade of purple, and the warmth of his passion spread across her cheeks, tinting them a delicate pink. As he held her close,
Alexander leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "Miss Neha, remember to stick with the color scheme I've suggested for these designs. It’ll bring a fresh, vibrant feel," he said warmly. Neha returned his smile and nodded, her enthusiasm evident."Absolutely, sir. Your color schemes and ideas are always spot-on. This project is sure to make waves in the market," Neha responded with a light laugh.Alexander acknowledged her compliment with a smile of his own. "Your designs are just as impressive, Neha," he added. Just then, the door swung open, and Bella stepped in. Alexander’s eyes lingered on his wife as she entered, taking in the sight of her stylish long frock adorned with red flowers, her hair cascading freely, and her lips shining with pink gloss. His heart raced as it always did at the sight of her. He straightened up in his chair, forcing himself to focus."Miss Isabella, could you bring the file I requested?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
Harry Harrison walked into the restaurant with his girlfriend, Ria, when he noticed Basit Harrison and Anna Shah seated at a table. Basit was gazing intently at Anna, and the sight ignited a firestorm of emotions within Harry. His heart ached, and he could barely keep himself composed."What's wrong, darling? Why did you stop?" Ria asked, noticing Harry's sudden pause."Nothing," Harry muttered, struggling to maintain his composure as he approached their table. Basit and Anna sat a little distance away, but Harry couldn't resist stealing glances at them, feeling a strange mix of agitation and helplessness.As he sat down, his eyes kept drifting toward Anna and Basit. He couldn't understand the source of his distress—was it worry for Zarmeena or something else? After all, it wasn't unusual for Basit to be with a girl; Harry himself changed girlfriends frequently. Yet, something about Basit being with Anna Shah gnawed at him."Harry, what's going on? Where's your attention?" Ria's voice
Harry Harrison never imagined he’d encounter someone like Anna in his life—a girl who could dismiss and ignore him so effortlessly. It seemed impossible. What had he done to deserve this? Girls usually adored him, longing for his attention and proximity. But Anna? She was different."Who does she think she is?" Harry fumed. "She’s not the only beautiful girl in the world. There are countless others eager to fall for someone like me. So why does she stand out?"Even after returning home, Harry struggled to control his anger. Anna’s harsh words replayed in his mind, refusing to fade."She’s not worth my time," he muttered, trying to shake off his thoughts as he lay down to sleep.Meanwhile, Anna had just arrived at Raima Abbasi's office. Raima had urgently requested Anna’s presence, so she knocked and stepped inside."Miss Abbasi, how are you?" Anna greeted her."I'm well, Anna, darling. How about you?" Raima replied warmly, as always."Hello, Miss Abbasi. You called me urgently, so I c