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Fractured Resolve
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Never meant to be How it all began
Logan’s POV, 2016The air in the library was heavy with the mingling smells of old books and cheap disinfectant. The dim overhead lights gave everything a muted glow, the perfect cover for fooling around. Patty giggled as I pulled her closer, her hands resting lightly on my shoulders."Logan," she whispered, glancing around nervously, though her smile betrayed her excitement. Her skirt was hitched up and wrapped around my waist."Relax," I said with a smirk, leaning in to kiss her again.We were tucked away in the far corner, hidden behind rows of rarely borrowed encyclopedias. It was supposed to be a quiet, uneventful afternoon until I heard it—a soft shuffle, like someone had accidentally walked in on us. Patty stiffened, her head whipping around."Who’s there?" She demanded, her voice sharp and grating.From behind a shelf, a familiar face emerged—Isabella. She looked startled, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she clutched her books tightly against her chest."I’m sorry," s
Last Updated : 2025-01-07Never meant to be Unspoken Regrets
Isabella"I found your diary by accident," he continued. "Back in high school, the day in the library. You dropped it when... well, when Patty and I were being idiots."I flinched at the memory, my fingers digging into my arms."At first, I didn’t think much of it. I thought I’d give it back to you the next day. But you weren’t at school."I looked up sharply, and he met my eyes."I didn’t know what happened," he said softly. "I didn’t see you again after that day. I asked around and found out your grandfather had passed away. And... I don’t know. I guess I just assumed you needed space. Then school ended, and you were gone."His words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of things left unsaid."I should’ve found a way to give it back," he admitted, his voice breaking slightly. "But instead, I kept it. And I read it."My heart twisted painfully. Hearing him confess to reading my most private thoughts felt like a violation all over again, but there was something raw and genuine in hi
Last Updated : 2025-01-07Never meant to be A chance at redemption
Isabella -"You can hate me all you want, Isabella," he said, his jaw tightening. "But I’m not leaving you alone in this. Not now, not ever."I crossed my arms, my resolve wavering under the intensity of his gaze. "I don’t hate you, Logan," I said, my voice quieter than I intended. "But this—whatever this is—it’s complicated enough without you barging in like some white knight."His lips quirked into a humorless smile. "A white knight? I’m hardly that."I turned away, my fingers brushing against the edge of the couch as I tried to collect my thoughts. "I need to go to the police station to press charges against Carl," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "But you can’t come with me. It’ll raise eyebrows. People will talk."Logan stepped closer, his footsteps deliberate but soft. "I don’t care what people think, Isabella. Let them talk. Let them gossip. You can’t deny me a chance to make things right."I spun around to face him, anger and exasperation bubbling to the surface. "
Last Updated : 2025-01-28Never meant to be The Escape
Isabella -The air was crisp as I pulled the hood of my oversized sweatshirt over my head, my fingers trembling slightly as I adjusted the drawstrings. I took a deep breath, steadying my nerves. The back gate of my apartment complex was rarely used, an old exit that led to an alleyway behind a coffee shop. If I was lucky, I could slip out unnoticed.It wasn’t until I stepped into the bright, sterile lobby of the station that I finally exhaled. The officer at the front desk gave me a knowing nod, recognizing me from our previous conversation.“Miss Munroe, right?” he asked, his tone professional but laced with concern.“Yes,” I confirmed, adjusting my hoodie. “I need to finalize my statement against Carl Foster.”He nodded and gestured for me to follow him. As I walked deeper into the station, a small sense of security settled over me. Inside these walls, the noise from outside couldn’t touch me.Thirty Minutes LaterI stepped out of the police station, relieved that the worst of it wa
Last Updated : 2025-01-30Never meant to be Perhaps There Was a Way
Isabella -I had spent the past day buried under my own misery, shutting myself away while the world outside burned with scandal. And Logan… he had been in the middle of it all, facing the fire alone.Guilt gnawed at me.When we reached my apartment, Derek followed me inside, leaning against the kitchen counter as I tossed my keys onto the table. He studied me, waiting, like he knew I had something to say but wouldn’t say it first.I sighed, rubbing my temples. “Tell me everything.”Derek nodded, as if he had been expecting that. “Logan is handling it.”I scoffed, crossing my arms. “That’s vague.”He exhaled. “Fine. He had a long talk with his dad. The old man wanted him to stay quiet, let the rumors die down on their own. But Logan refused.”I frowned. “What do you mean?”“He’s fighting back,” Derek said simply. “He’s making sure no one spreads another lie about you. He’s calling in favors, shutting down the worst of it, and working on legal action against the tabloids.”I swallowed
Last Updated : 2025-01-31Never meant to be Trapped
Isabella’s POVThe imposing gates of the Sinclair mansion loomed in front of me, a reminder of everything I wanted to escape but somehow kept getting pulled back into.I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles turning white. My mother had called, her voice dripping with concern, urging me to come here—to avoid the media circus, to fix things, to make everything right.With a heavy sigh, I stepped out of the car, my heels clicking against the stone driveway as I approached the grand entrance. A butler opened the door before I could even knock, his expression unreadable as he ushered me inside. The familiar opulence of the mansion wrapped around me, but it felt suffocating rather than comforting.My mother appeared at the top of the staircase, her posture regal, her expression carefully neutral. "There you are," she said smoothly.Before I could get a word in, she took my arm and whisked me away, leading me down the hall to one of the guest rooms. The moment the door shut behind
Last Updated : 2025-01-31Never meant to be Whispers of Betrayal
Isabella’s POVI hadn’t meant to eavesdrop.After my exhausting conversation with my mother, I had intended to return to my room, lock the door, and shut the world out. But as I passed by my stepfather Robert’s study, the sharp edge of my mother’s voice made me pause."You promised me this would go smoothly, Amanda." Robert hissed.I frowned, pressing my back against the wall. My mother rarely let her composure slip, but right now, she sounded furious.My mom scoffed. "And you assured me Logan would know his place. That boy has always been reckless, but you swore this wouldn’t become a problem."I sucked in a quiet breath. Logan?My mother let out a frustrated sigh. "It wasn’t my fault your son couldn’t control his lust."The words hit me like a slap. My stomach churned, nausea rising in my throat."You act like this is just his fault," Robert shot back. "Don’t pretend Isabella didn’t play her part. You should’ve done a better job keeping them apart."I covered my mouth with my hand,
Last Updated : 2025-02-03Never meant to be Shattered truth
Isabella’s POVI had barely slept the whole night. My mother's and Robert's conversation replayed again and again in my head. When the light started filtering through the windows. I finally got up and went down. I found my mother in the huge dining room sipping her tea as if this were just another ordinary morning.“Mom,” I began, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to steady it. “I need to know the truth. About you and Robert. About everything.”She set her teacup down with deliberate precision, her manicured fingers brushing against the delicate porcelain. “Isabella, darling, I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re being dramatic.”“Don’t,” I snapped, my patience fraying. “Don’t call me dramatic. I overheard you and Robert last night. I heard everything. The marriage was never real, was it? It was all just… a business arrangement.”For a moment, her mask slipped, a flicker of surprise crossing her features. But it was gone just as quickly, replaced by the same icy calm
Last Updated : 2025-02-04
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Never meant to be Epilogue
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
Never meant to be Everything felt right
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,
Never meant to be Fixing things
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
Never meant to be Some life lessons
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
Never meant to be A name unspoken
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
Never meant to be Buried Secrets
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
