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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
Last Updated : 2024-12-31Never 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
Last Updated : 2025-01-04Never 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
Last Updated : 2025-01-05Never 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
Last Updated : 2025-01-05Never meant to be Unwanted Reunions
The grand hotel loomed before me, its marble stairs bathed in the fading amber of the late afternoon sun. I stepped out of the car, smoothing the folds of my elegant silver gown, wishing I could disappear into the pavement. This celebration had nothing to do with me, even though it was my mother’s wedding dinner.I hadn’t seen her in months, not since she’d called to announce she was marrying for the fourth time, this time to a wealthy businessman, Robert Sinclair. I had only agreed to attend because I knew the alternative was worse: weeks of her relentless guilt trips and scathing remarks about my "ungrateful attitude." So, here I was, bracing myself for a night of fake smiles and shallow congratulations.The grand entrance to the hotel shimmered with chandeliers and luxury. As I walked in, a sinking sensation twisted in my stomach. No matter how many times I was pulled into her world of glitz and glamour, I never quite fit in. My mother, once a minor actress who still clung to the r
Last Updated : 2024-10-24Never meant to be Face to face with my nightmare
Isabelle -"WHAT !" I said aloud.I swallowed back the bile rising in my throat, fighting the urge to flee. I wanted to scream, to run out of the ballroom, to put as much distance between Logan and me as possible. But my mother’s arm held me in place, her nails gently digging into my skin, a silent reminder that I had to play along. To be the dutiful daughter at her perfect wedding dinner.“And Isabelle,” my mother continued, turning to me, her smile still too wide. “Logan is going to be part of our family now. Isn’t that wonderful? I knew you’d be thrilled.”Thrilled. The word hung in the air like a cruel joke. This wasn’t just about enduring a few awkward moments at a dinner party. Logan Sinclair was going to be my stepsister. The boy who had tormented me for years, the source of so many of my insecurities, was now my family !I forced a tight-lipped smile, though my hands were shaking, clasped together to steady myself. “Yes,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “It’s… wonderf
Last Updated : 2024-10-24Never meant to be Meeting the family
Isabelle -The party continued to swirl around me, but I was barely aware of it. The alcohol was starting to hum through my veins, numbing the sharp edges of everything—the embarrassment, the anger, the sheer frustration of seeing Logan Sinclair again. I needed to get away from him, from all of it. The clinking of glasses, the murmured conversations, the sparkling chandeliers above—it all felt like a blur as I stood at the bar, staring into the amber liquid in my glass.The peace didn't last for long, as my mother marched over to me with a look that screamed “Time to meet the family!”.She latched onto my arm like she was afraid I might make a break for it at any second.“Come on, darling, let’s introduce you to everyone!” she said.Before I could even protest, she was dragging me across the ballroom, weaving through clusters of fancy-dressed guests, most of whom I’d never seen before and would, hopefully, never have to see again. The faces blurred together: cousins I’d barely met, se
Last Updated : 2024-10-24Never meant to be Shadows of the Past
I stood there, frozen, my glass of champagne hovering in midair. I could feel my mother’s eager eyes burning into the side of my face, her grip tightening around my arm as if to say, Smile, be grateful!Perfect? Perfect for what, exactly? Working under Logan Sinclair, the guy who had single-handedly made my teenage years a living hell? And not just any job—his secretary?Oh no. Nope. No way.But before I could protest—before I could even think of a half-decent excuse—my mother chimed in with that sugary, sweet voice she used whenever she was trying to convince people we were a perfect, functional family.“Oh, that’s wonderful, Robert! Isn’t it, Isabelle? What a fantastic opportunity!”Opportunity. That word made me want to scream. But instead, I forced the most unconvincing smile of my life; my mouth stretched so tight I thought my face might crack.“Uh… yeah. Great,” I managed, though my voice sounded strained even to my own ears.Logan, who had been standing a few feet away, must’ve
Last Updated : 2024-10-24
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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
Never 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
Never 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
