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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
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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
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IsabellaThe city lights shimmered below us, casting a golden glow over the balcony. A gentle breeze carried the distant hum of traffic and the scent of fresh roses from the garden below. It was quiet, peaceful—perfect.I leaned against the railing, watching the world move beneath us, when two strong arms wrapped around my waist from behind. Logan’s warmth enveloped me, his chin resting lightly on my shoulder.“You’re staring,” I teased, tilting my head to meet his gaze.“I can’t help it,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the side of my neck. “You’re breathtaking.”A blush crept up my cheeks, but I rolled my eyes playfully. “You say that like you haven’t seen me a thousand times before.”Logan turned me around, his hands framing my face as he studied me with that intense, unwavering focus that always made my heart stutter. “I could see you a million times and still not get enough.”I bit my lip to keep from smiling too wide, but it was useless—he always had this effect on me.“Bes
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IsabellaI never expected to see Logan at my home. But there he was, walking down the garden path like he belonged here, like he had every right to show up after everything.The evening air was warm, carrying the scent of roses and freshly cut grass, but I felt frozen in place on the patio. My fingers curled around the edge of the wicker chair, my heart hammering a little too hard against my ribs.His gaze found mine, unwavering. “Hi.”I swallowed. “Hi.”An awkward pause stretched between us before I found my voice again. “How did you find me?”Logan shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I begged your mother to tell me.”I raised a brow. “She actually told you?”“She made me swear I wouldn’t make things worse.” His lips twitched like he was trying for a smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.I exhaled, glancing at the empty chair across from me. “Sit down.”He hesitated only for a second before stepping forward and lowering himself into the seat.“How are you?” he asked,
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LoganParis was screaming.Not the kind of dramatic, crocodile-tear crying she used to do when we were together. No, this was full-blown, red-faced, glass-shattering rage.And honestly? I didn’t give a damn.“You ruined me, Logan!” she shrieked, pacing back and forth in my office like a caged animal.“Do you have any idea how many deals I’ve lost because of your stupid lawsuit?”I leaned back in my chair, completely unfazed. “I don’t know, Paris. Maybe as many as Isabella lost when you spread lies about her?”Her jaw clenched. “Oh, don’t give me that moral high ground bullshit. You never cared about her reputation before.”My eyes darkened. “That’s where you’re wrong.”I had let too many things slide in the past. Let Paris manipulate me, let her get away with her games, let her tear people down just because she could. But not this time. Not when it came to Isabella.Paris scoffed, arms crossing. “Do you really think I’m going to let you do this to me? I’ll fight you in court, Logan. I
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Isabella -After a long moment, we finally pulled apart. My mother wiped her eyes quickly, as if embarrassed by her own vulnerability. I let out a shaky breath, still trying to process everything, when she suddenly said, “I’m divorcing Robert.”I blinked. “Wait… what?”She sighed, rubbing her temples. “It was never a real marriage, Isabella. It was always an agreement.” She looked at me, her expression softer now. “And I don’t want to stand in the way of you and Logan.”I stared at her, completely caught off guard. “You don’t have to do that. I mean… I know things between you and Robert were never perfect, but still—”She let out a laugh, shaking her head. “Sweetheart, this isn’t a sacrifice. Trust me, it’s the opposite. I want this.”I frowned. “But why now?”She smiled. “I want to spend some time with myself, maybe even figure out who I am outside of all this. And I want to take care of your grandmother. She’s not getting any younger, and after everything, I think she deserves to ha
Never meant to be Forgivness
IsabellaI felt a lump rise in my throat, but I didn’t interrupt. I needed to hear this, no matter how painful it was.“We fought all the time,” she continued, her voice growing harder. “He would yell, and I would yell back. He accused me of trapping him, of ruining his life. And I… I hated him for it. I hated him for making me feel like I was nothing, like I was a burden. But I stayed because I didn’t know what else to do. I had you, and I thought… I thought I could make it work.”She stopped again, her hands trembling as she wiped at her eyes. “And then he died. It was a car accident—drunk driving. Everyone thought it was so tragic. They pitied me, the young widow with a baby. They called us the perfect couple, the high school sweethearts who never got their happy ending. But they didn’t know the truth. They didn’t know how much I hated him, how much I resented him for everything he put me through.”Her words hit me like a punch to the gut, and I took a step back, struggling to proc
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IsabellaI froze, my breath catching in my throat. My mother, too, seemed startled. She leaned forward, her perfectly manicured hands clasped tightly in her lap. “Yes, Mom,” she said, her voice softer than I’d ever heard it. “I’m here.”My grandmother’s eyes searched her face, as if trying to place her in a world that had long since slipped away. “Where’s Matthew?” she asked, her tone almost childlike in its innocence. “Is he coming?”My mother’s expression faltered, just for a second, before she smoothed it over with a practiced smile. “He’s away for work,” she said gently. “But he’ll be back soon.”My grandmother nodded, seemingly satisfied, and closed her eyes again, her grip on my hand loosening as she drifted back into sleep. I stared at my mother, my mind racing. Matthew? Who was Matthew?My grandmother had said it with such familiarity, as if it were a name she had spoken a thousand times.The silence in the room was heavy, broken only by the sound of my grandmother’s steady bre
Never meant to be The House of Memories
Isabella -The gravel crunched beneath my feet as I walked up the familiar path to my grandparents’ house. The air smelled of pine and damp earth, a comforting scent that carried me back to summers spent running through the fields, carefree and untouched by the weight of the world. But now, the house stood as a quiet sentinel, its white paint chipped and its shutters slightly askew, as if it too had aged alongside me. I paused at the front steps, my hand resting on the weathered railing, and took a deep breath. This was my refuge now, the only place where I could escape the chaos that had become my life.The key turned with a soft click, and I pushed the door open, stepping into the dimly lit foyer. Dust motes danced in the slivers of sunlight that filtered through the curtains, and the air was thick with the scent of old wood and forgotten memories. I dropped my bag by the door and let my fingers trail along the wall as I walked further inside. The house was exactly as I remembered i
Never meant to be Confusion
Logan You could practically hear the tension crackling in the air.Amanda froze, her wine glass hanging in mid-air like she had just witnessed a murder. My father’s expression darkened so fast, I thought he might actually explode.My mom, however, looked downright delighted. “Oh, this just keeps getting better,” she mused, looking between them with the kind of joy only found in well-aged revenge.Dad, jaw clenched, exhaled through his nose before muttering, “Logan, this is not the time—”“Oh, I think it is,” I cut in. “You’re really going to sit there and act like you have the moral high ground? After everything?”Dad stood, his eyes locked onto mine, but before he could unleash whatever dramatic speech he had prepared, Mom clapped her hands together again. “Alright, that’s enough of that. Robert, listen to me, and listen well. I do not have the energy to deal with your nonsense. Approve this relationship. Let my son be happy.”Dad didn’t budge. Amanda, who still looked like she regr
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Logan’s POVI skimmed through the annual report. Sinclair Industries was vast—far more than just the gaming division I managed. My father oversaw several subsidiaries, and while I generally stayed out of his affairs, I made it a point to review the financials at the end of each fiscal year.But something wasn’t adding up.I frowned as I examined the numbers for one of our European acquisitions. A massive loan—hundreds of millions—was taken from a French bank. I hadn’t been informed of this, and given the sheer size of the investment, I should have been.“What the hell is this?” I muttered, flipping through the pages.Derek, who was standing by the window, turned toward me. “Figured you’d notice that.”I shot him a sharp look. “You knew about this?”He shrugged. “Not all the details. Just that your father took a sizeable loan to buy that European company. It’s been under wraps, probably because he didn’t want questions.”I exhaled slowly, my mind running through the implications. My fa
