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Never meant to be How it all started
Isabella's POV: High SchoolThe fluorescent lights of the cafeteria buzzed faintly. I was seated at my usual table near the back, surrounded by my friends, laughing over something trivial, when I saw him. Logan Sinclair.He walked past the row of tables. His laughter carried across the room, and my heart did its usual traitorous flip. I quickly looked down, pretending to be engrossed in the sandwich I wasn’t eating.“Caught you staring again,” my friend Elena teased, nudging me with her elbow.“I wasn’t staring,” I said quickly, though the heat rising to my cheeks betrayed me.“Oh, come on,” she said with a knowing smirk. “When are you finally going to tell Logan you like him?”My friends erupted into giggles, and I shook my head vehemently. “Never,” I said, laughing nervously. “Are you crazy? He’s way out of my league. Besides, he has a girlfriend, remember?”Elena rolled her eyes. “Patty Prescott? Please. That girl is so overrated. You’re way prettier than her, Isabella.”“Yeah,” ch
Last Updated : 2024-12-28Never meant to be A ghost from the past
Isabella -I was engrossed in my work, sorting through reports and emails that needed my attention, when an unusual stir in the office caught my ear.A low murmur spread among the employees, followed by the unmistakable click of high heels on the polished floor. I glanced up, barely registering the commotion, when the figure appeared in my line of sight.She was poised, her stride confident, her designer coat draped effortlessly over her shoulders. Her hair was as perfect as I remembered, falling in sleek waves that framed her face like she had just stepped out of a magazine.Paris Prescott.For a moment, I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. My fingers froze above the keyboard as if time itself had stalled. The girl from my high school nightmares was here, in my workplace, and looking every inch the polished professional I had once envied and feared.As if on cue, she turned toward me. Her sharp, assessing gaze scanned the room until it landed on mine.Our eyes locked.Recognition flick
Last Updated : 2024-12-28Never meant to be A Collision of Worlds
Isabella -I stayed frozen just beyond the threshold of Logan’s office, my hand still resting on the doorknob.Paris turned her head toward me, her perfectly arched brow lifting slightly as if to say, What do you want now? Her lips curved into that infuriatingly smug smile, the same one she’d worn countless times in high school when she knew she had the upper hand.Logan, meanwhile, looked like someone had hit pause on him mid-breath. His tie was slightly askew, the loose knot a glaring detail in an otherwise pristine appearance. Paris’s hand lingered dangerously close to it, and though Logan had stepped back, the scene before me painted a clear picture.“I didn’t realize you were in the middle of something,” I said, my voice calm but edged with steel.Logan immediately shook off whatever trance he’d been in and straightened, his eyes locking onto mine. “Isabella,” he began, taking a step forward. “What’s wrong?”“Nothing,” I replied, lifting the folder in my hand. “Just bringing the
Last Updated : 2024-12-29Never meant to be Irony
Isabella I arrived at my desk and sank into my chair, pressing my fingers against my temples to soothe the dull ache building in my forehead. I needed to focus—there were emails to answer, deadlines to meet—but my mind was stuck replaying everything.Before I could spiral further, my phone buzzed on the desk, its ringtone breaking through the haze of my thoughts. I picked it up instinctively, not bothering to check the caller ID.“Hello?”“It’s me,” Grace’s voice came through.“What do you want, Grace?” I said harshly.Her voice was uncharacteristically soft, almost hesitant. “I need to talk to you. Please.”“Why?” My tone had been sharper than I’d planned, but I didn’t care. “What could we possibly have to talk about?”She hesitated, and I could almost hear her gathering the courage to say what she needed. “I know things can’t go back to normal between us, but... I want to apologize, Isabella.”I’d let out a bitter laugh, the sound surprising even me. “I don’t need your apology, Gra
Last Updated : 2024-12-29Never meant to be Breaking Grace's Bubble
IsabellaGrace smiled across the table, her hands cradling her coffee mug as she spoke. “He proposed two weeks ago, Isabella; it was a beautiful Sunday…” she said, her voice light with excitement.Two weeks ago?My mind started spinning, the timeline clicking into place. Two weeks ago, Carl had shown up at my apartment unannounced, holding a bouquet of roses. Just a day before that proposal, he’d stood in front of me, pleading for another chance. He’d bombarded my phone with messages until I finally blocked him.I couldn’t help it—I laughed. It wasn’t a joyful laugh but a bitter, incredulous sound that made Grace falter mid-sentence. She stared at me, confused.“What’s so funny?” she asked, her tone hesitant.“Nothing,” I said, shaking my head. “Go on.”Grace hesitated but eventually continued. “I wanted to apologize to you, Isabella, so I could have a clean slate before marrying Carl. I know I’ve hurt you, and I don’t expect you to forgive me, but—”I tuned out her words, her vision
Last Updated : 2024-12-29Never meant to be Confused
Logan -The kiss took me by surprise. I was so caught off guard that I didn’t react at first. But then, something shifted within me. The anger I felt moments ago dissipated, replaced by a surge of desire that I couldn’t ignore.My arms snaked around her waist, pulling her closer. I could feel her heart pounding against my chest, and I knew mine was doing the same. Her tongue darted out, tracing my bottom lip before plunging into my mouth. I moaned, deepening the kiss as my hands explored her body.She tasted like alcohol. Was she drunk?I couldn’t get enough of her. I pushed her against the wall, my hips grinding against hers as I devoured her mouth.My hands found the hem of her shirt, tugging it up and over her head. She broke the kiss, gasping for breath as I trailed kisses down her neck, nipping at her collarbone.Her hands were busy too, fumbling with the buttons on my shirt. She managed to undo a few before I took over, ripping it open and sending buttons flying everywhere.We w
Last Updated : 2024-12-30Never 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 : 2024-12-30
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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
