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Never meant to be Be honest
Isabella -The evening had gone better than I had expected. Dinner with Logan had been surprisingly lighthearted. We laughed over silly anecdotes, shared bites of dessert, and for a moment, it felt like all the tension from the past weeks had melted away. Maybe I really had been overthinking everything.As we walked out of the restaurant, the cool night air wrapped around us. Logan glanced at me and smiled. “Do you feel like taking a walk? It’s a nice night.”I hesitated for only a moment before nodding. “Sure, why not?”We wandered over to a nearby park, the soft glow of streetlights casting long shadows on the path. We grabbed ice creams from a nearby stand—mine a simple vanilla cone, his some elaborate chocolate concoction—and strolled along the winding paths.It was nice. That was, until I spotted Trent.He was walking toward us, and my heart instantly sank. I froze mid-step, my ice cream forgotten in my hand. Logan noticed my sudden stiffness and followed my gaze.“Hey, Trent,” L
Last Updated : 2024-12-30Never meant to be Its complicated
Isabella-“Logan...” I began, my voice barely above a whisper. I wasn’t even sure what I wanted to say, but he held up a hand, stopping me gently.“You don’t have to say anything,” he said, his tone softer now. “I just needed you to know. I’m not asking for anything. I’m not expecting anything. But I can’t keep pretending it’s not there.”I swallowed hard, my hands gripping the strap of my bag as though it were a lifeline. “Do you even realize how complicated this is? How messy it could get!“I do,” he said simply. “But I also know that you don’t run away from complicated things. You face them. You always have.”I shook my head, my mind racing. “This isn’t just complicated, Logan. It’s... it’s taboo. It’s wrong.”“Is it?” he countered, his voice calm but firm. “Is it really wrong, or is it just something you’ve convinced yourself is wrong because of what other people might think?”His words hit me like a punch to the gut because, deep down, I wasn’t sure I had an answer. All my life,
Last Updated : 2024-12-30Never meant to be An Unexpected Proposition
Logan“Actually,” she said, her tone softer now, as if she’d flipped a switch, I was... relieved."“Relieved?” I repeated, unsure where she was going with this.“About you and Isabella being siblings,” she clarified, her hands clasped in front of her, an almost genuine expression on her face. “I mean, it explains a lot. The closeness, the little moments that might’ve... been misinterpreted.”I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Paris, if this is another attempt to justify gossip—”She raised her hands in mock surrender. “It’s not. Honestly. I’m just saying, it’s a relief to know there’s nothing... inappropriate going on.”The insinuation made my stomach turn, but I pushed the feeling aside. “Right. So, now that we’ve cleared that up, was there something else you needed?”Paris hesitated, as if debating her next move. Then she flashed that practiced smile of hers.“Actually, I was wondering if you’d like to grab dinner. You seem stressed, and I thought maybe a change of scenery m
Last Updated : 2024-12-30Never meant to be Under the Spotlight
Isabella -I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off the moment I stepped into the office. The air felt heavy, charged with something I couldn’t quite name. As I walked past desks, conversations dropped to a whisper, and people suddenly found their computer screens fascinating.Why was everyone staring at me?I smiled at a few colleagues on my way to the coffee station, hoping to break whatever weird tension had settled in the room. Amy was there, chatting with a couple of other girls. I greeted them with a polite “Good morning,” but my words seemed to bounce off an invisible wall.The murmurs started just as I reached for the coffee pot.“Nepotism,” someone whispered, the word cutting through the air like a knife.My hand froze mid-pour. For a moment, I thought I’d misheard, but the awkward shuffling and sideways glances confirmed it. My cheeks burned as I tried to focus on filling my cup, my fingers gripping the handle tightly to keep from trembling.Amy approached me, her
Last Updated : 2024-12-30Never meant to be Under the Surface
Isabella - The buzz around the office had quieted down—at least for the time being. The whispers had reduced, and the stares, though still there, seemed to carry less venom. But I knew better than to think this was over. The moment any of the gossipers found a new angle, the cycle would start again. And then there was the looming question: what if they found out about Logan and me? What if they discovered our affair, something far more dangerous than simple rumors?I rubbed my forehead, the pressure of it all weighing heavily on me. I’d been avoiding Logan—more out of instinct than anything. My mind had been in turmoil ever since Paris’s subtle provocations, and the last thing I wanted was for anything to spiral further. And yet, every time I found myself thinking about him, my heart would betray me, reminding me of how easy it had become to trust him.I had never let anyone get this close. I’d kept everyone at arm’s length, protecting myself from getting hurt. But with Logan, someth
Last Updated : 2024-12-30Never meant to be The Starry Tantrums of Paris
Isabella -The next morning started like any other—a blur of meetings, emails, and hurried cups of coffee. I had just settled into my desk when Derek approached."Isabella," he began, his tone careful, "I need a favor."I raised an eyebrow, already sensing where this was going. "What’s the favor?""Amy’s out on leave today, and we need someone to supervise the shoot." He gave me a hopeful smile, as though that would soften the blow.I blinked. Supervise the shoot? That was Amy’s domain, not mine. But Derek looked genuinely stressed, and it wasn’t like I could say no without good reason."Alright," I said, standing up and grabbing my notebook. "I’ll handle it.""Thank you," he said, visibly relieved. "The studio’s already set up. Just... try to keep Paris in check."That last comment made me pause. Keeping Paris in check? Easier said than done.The studio was a whirlwind of chaos when I arrived. Cameras were being adjusted, lights were glaring, and the director was pacing like a man on
Last Updated : 2024-12-31Never meant to be Party
Isabella -The invitation came out of nowhere.“Isabella,” she said, dragging out my name like we were best friends. “What are you doing tomorrow night?”“Nothing special,” I replied cautiously, sensing a trap.“Perfect!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “I’m throwing a party at my beach house. You simply have to come.”I blinked. “Uh, thanks for the invite, but I don’t know if—”“Oh, don’t even try to wiggle out of this,” she interrupted, waving a manicured hand. “It’s going to be fabulous. Everyone’s coming—people from work, some old friends, and even a few familiar faces from high school. It’ll be like a mini-reunion!”That didn’t sound appealing in the slightest. “I am not sure.”She dismissed my concern with an exaggerated sigh. “Nonsense. You’ll know plenty of people, and besides...” She leaned in, her eyes gleaming mischievously. “Logan will be there.”That gave me pause. “Logan?”“Of course!” she said with a grin. “I told him about it when we had dinner the other ni
Last Updated : 2024-12-31Never meant to be The Party at Paris’s Beach House
IsabellaThe night was warm, the salty breeze from the ocean carrying with it the sound of laughter and music. Paris’s beach house was breathtaking, glittering with golden lights that illuminated the sprawling deck and the sand below. The entire scene felt like something out of a movie—perfect, polished, and far too intimidating.Despite Logan’s insistence that I wait and go with him, I had decided to arrive on my own. Something about the idea of walking in with him felt too complicated, too public.I had spent an unreasonable amount of time deciding what to wear, eventually settling on a fitted black dress with a plunging neckline and a slit up the side. It was a little risqué for me, but tonight, I wanted to feel pretty.As I stepped onto the deck, the party was already in full swing. The sound of waves mingled with the upbeat music playing through hidden speakers, and the air buzzed with conversation. Waiters weaved through the crowd with trays of champagne flutes, and the guests—e
Last Updated : 2024-12-31
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Unfinished BusinessIsabella -A smirk tugged at the corners of my mouth before I could stop it. “Good for her,” I said, turning back toward the stairs.“Isabella, wait,” he called out, his voice sharper now.I ignored him, taking a step forward. But then I felt his hand on my arm, gripping it tightly.“Why did you tell her?” he demanded, his voice thick with accusation.I spun around, yanking my arm free. “Tell her what?”“Don’t play dumb,” he snapped. “You told her everything. About me, about us.”I laughed dryly, crossing my arms. “You mean about you cheating on me? And her? Please, Carl. Grace deserved to know the truth. You have no one to blame but yourself.”His face twisted with anger, his eyes narrowing. “You ruined my life,” he hissed, stepping closer.I glared at him, refusing to back down. “You ruined your own life. Maybe you should have thought about that before sleeping with both of us.”His expression darkened, and for a moment, I thought he might back off. But then his
Never meant to be Drawing the Line
Logan Paris’s apartment was as opulent as ever, with its pristine white walls, expansive glass windows, and a sweeping view of the ocean.She greeted me at the door, her expression bright and deceptively warm. "Logan," she purred, leaning in for an air kiss. "To what do I owe this surprise? You never drop by unannounced."I brushed past her into the living room, my jaw tight. "We need to talk."Her perfectly arched eyebrows lifted, but she didn’t miss a beat. She closed the door behind me and sauntered over to a plush armchair, gesturing for me to sit as if this were a casual visit."I’m all ears," she said, crossing her legs and giving me a practiced smile.I remained standing. "Did you get that article printed?"Her smile didn’t falter, but something flickered in her eyes—amusement, maybe. "Why would you think that?""Cut the act, Paris," I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended. "You’ve been stirring the pot ever since Isabella started working at my company. Don’t think I haven
Never meant to be Damage Control
Logan -I sat at my desk, staring at the clock on the wall. The hands seemed frozen, mocking me with their refusal to move. Isabella wasn’t at the office today. I’d expected that much after last night. Hell, I probably would’ve done the same if I were in her shoes.The memory of her walking out still stung. Her tears, her anger, the slap—I deserved all of it. I’d screwed up. I knew it the moment I saw the diary in her hands. There was no way to explain, no excuse good enough to justify what I’d done.I rubbed my temples, willing the tension in my head to subside, but it clung to me like a shadow. I needed to fix this, but first, I had to give her space. Isabella wasn’t the kind of person you could pressure into a conversation. She’d come back when she was ready—if she ever wanted to hear me out at all.Just as I was about to dive into the mountain of emails piling up in my inbox, Derek walked in, holding his phone with a grim expression."You’ve got to see this," he said, sliding the
Never meant to be A Betrayal Too Deep
IsabellaI froze, staring at the worn leather cover with my name scrawled on it in silver ink. It was unmistakable. The corners were frayed from years of use, and the faint stain of spilled ink near the edge was exactly where I remembered it.What was this doing here?Slowly, as if compelled by an unseen force, I flipped it open.The familiar loops of my teenage handwriting stared back at me, messy and unrefined, but undeniably mine."January 12th. I saw Logan today in the hallway. The moment he looked at me, my heart felt as though it was about to burst. He appeared to be so serious. He’ll never notice me like that, though. He’s Patty’s boyfriend, and she’s perfect. Ugh, why am I even writing this?"My throat tightened, and I flipped further. Page after page, it was all there—my secrets, my insecurities, my dreams. The crush I thought I’d hidden so well.A lump formed in my throat as I pieced together the impossible truth. Logan had this diary. For how long? And why?My chest heaved
Never meant to be Shattered
Isabella The silence in the car was deafening. Logan’s words still hung in the air, heavy with meaning and impossible to ignore. He loved me. He loved me. And for a brief, heart-stopping moment, I wanted to believe that we could make it work, that the world outside this car didn’t matter.But then reality came crashing back, as it always did.I pulled my hand from his, the warmth of his touch lingering even as I turned to face him. My heart was pounding, but I steadied myself, forcing my voice to remain calm. "Logan," I began, "we’ve been through this before. We can’t have a relationship."His brows furrowed, and his jaw tightened, a flash of frustration crossing his face. "Why not?" he asked, his voice low but firm. "Why are you so determined to fight this, Isabella?""Because it’s not just about us," I said, gesturing vaguely at the world outside the car. "If we do this, it won’t just affect us, Logan. It’ll affect everything."He shook his head, his gaze never leaving mine. "I don
Never meant to be Confession
Isabella -The music shifted, becoming slower, more seductive. The soft rhythm of the song seemed to weave through the air, urging me to move."I am tired." I said to Trent.He stopped dancing, and I stepped onto the deck. I leaned against the railing, closing my eyes for a second to breathe in the salty air, trying to regain some clarity. But before I could settle into the moment, I heard the sound of footsteps behind me.“Leaving the party already?” Trent’s voice broke the silence, and I turned to see him standing a few feet away, his ever-present grin in place.“I just needed a break,” I said, forcing a smile as I adjusted my posture, hoping he wouldn’t push.He didn’t seem to take the hint. Instead, he moved closer, his eyes lingering on me a little too long. “I get it. Sometimes, all this”—he waved a hand toward the house—“can get a bit much, huh?” He stepped closer again, his tone lower now, more intimate. “But I’ve got to say, you look incredible tonight, Isabella.”“Thanks, Tr
Never meant to be The Party at Paris’s Beach House
IsabellaThe night was warm, the salty breeze from the ocean carrying with it the sound of laughter and music. Paris’s beach house was breathtaking, glittering with golden lights that illuminated the sprawling deck and the sand below. The entire scene felt like something out of a movie—perfect, polished, and far too intimidating.Despite Logan’s insistence that I wait and go with him, I had decided to arrive on my own. Something about the idea of walking in with him felt too complicated, too public.I had spent an unreasonable amount of time deciding what to wear, eventually settling on a fitted black dress with a plunging neckline and a slit up the side. It was a little risqué for me, but tonight, I wanted to feel pretty.As I stepped onto the deck, the party was already in full swing. The sound of waves mingled with the upbeat music playing through hidden speakers, and the air buzzed with conversation. Waiters weaved through the crowd with trays of champagne flutes, and the guests—e
Never meant to be Party
Isabella -The invitation came out of nowhere.“Isabella,” she said, dragging out my name like we were best friends. “What are you doing tomorrow night?”“Nothing special,” I replied cautiously, sensing a trap.“Perfect!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “I’m throwing a party at my beach house. You simply have to come.”I blinked. “Uh, thanks for the invite, but I don’t know if—”“Oh, don’t even try to wiggle out of this,” she interrupted, waving a manicured hand. “It’s going to be fabulous. Everyone’s coming—people from work, some old friends, and even a few familiar faces from high school. It’ll be like a mini-reunion!”That didn’t sound appealing in the slightest. “I am not sure.”She dismissed my concern with an exaggerated sigh. “Nonsense. You’ll know plenty of people, and besides...” She leaned in, her eyes gleaming mischievously. “Logan will be there.”That gave me pause. “Logan?”“Of course!” she said with a grin. “I told him about it when we had dinner the other ni
Never meant to be The Starry Tantrums of Paris
Isabella -The next morning started like any other—a blur of meetings, emails, and hurried cups of coffee. I had just settled into my desk when Derek approached."Isabella," he began, his tone careful, "I need a favor."I raised an eyebrow, already sensing where this was going. "What’s the favor?""Amy’s out on leave today, and we need someone to supervise the shoot." He gave me a hopeful smile, as though that would soften the blow.I blinked. Supervise the shoot? That was Amy’s domain, not mine. But Derek looked genuinely stressed, and it wasn’t like I could say no without good reason."Alright," I said, standing up and grabbing my notebook. "I’ll handle it.""Thank you," he said, visibly relieved. "The studio’s already set up. Just... try to keep Paris in check."That last comment made me pause. Keeping Paris in check? Easier said than done.The studio was a whirlwind of chaos when I arrived. Cameras were being adjusted, lights were glaring, and the director was pacing like a man on
