Well?" she asked, demanding a response from him."I don’t want to quarrel over this, Hannah." He was smart enough to recognize a loaded question when he heard one. Smart enough to extract himself as best he could, too. "All I’m saying is that I’d prefer it if you invested as much time in our relationship as you would in a job. There are only so many hours in a day. You can’t do everything, you know.""In other words you wouldn’t be willing to help with the cooking or the housework?"Richard was quickly losing his grip on his patience, which had always been in short supply. Isabella seemed to be looking for an excuse to pick a fight with him by tying him up in verbal knots. She had been from the moment he’d arrived home. Hell if he knew what he’d done that was so terrible now."I’d be willing to help with the cooking and housework." He fully expected his answer would take the starch out of her arguments. How willing he actually would be to help around the house was another question ent
Chapter 1: Valentine’s Day It’s a Sunday evening and it’s Valentine’s Day, Isabella had no one to take her out on Valentine’s Day, she is alone all by her self, she was an an orphan and she had to live in very small room where she pay weekly in the city of Los Angeles, she lost her parents in an accident years ago, she did many jobs to survive and pay her bills, she got a call from a friend, she picked up the call and she placed it on her ear softly.“Jenny! How are you doing?” Isabella ask and she was sitting in her small bed in her small room because she has no job at the moment and she needs to pay her bills soon.“ I have a lot job for you” Jenny says and Isabella was happy.“ Really! Tell me about the job. Does it pay well?” She ask and she smiled.“ The job is just for a day and you have to be real quick and it because the boss has to replace so I told her about you and the pay is just $50 it’s just for the night, I am sure you know about the party happening at Blu cast lung in
Chapter 2: pregnant orphan Isabella got to the restaurant where her friend Jenny works and when her friend Jenny saw her, Jenny blocked her outside the restaurant because her boss will scold her if she sees that a stranger come to visit Jenny in the working hour.“ Isabella! What are you doing?” Jenny ask.“ I need to speak to you now” Isabella says.“ I don’t want my boss to see you. Can’t it wait?”Jenny ask.“ No, I need to know what you added to my drink last night that made me dizzy” Isabella says and Jenny smiles.“ Oh is that why you are here?” Jenny ask.“ Yes, that is because something happened last night” Isabella says.“ Oh is that so! What happened last night?” Jenny ask.“ You need to tell me what you added to my drink first” Isabella says in anger.“ It was a mix drink with different alcohol and Molly” Jenny says and Isabella was angry.“ What! You are impossible Jenny” Sue says in anger.“ What happened last night?” Jenny ask.“ I was dizzy last night and I went to the
Chapter 3: helped by my baby Daddy It’s the following day and Isabella has decided to go look for job, she dresses up in one of her best straight long sleeved gowns and she went out of her small room, she has gone to different places for job but they all refuse to employ her, she was in a deep thought going back home and it was raining heavily, she walked inside the rain crying and in a deep thought without noticing a car coming behind her, the car had hit her, the owner of the car came out from the car and it was Richard Jones, Isabella was laying on the floor, Richard was confuse and did not know what to do, he carried her in his arms and he rushed her to the hospital and one hour later, the doctor came out and Richard was nervous and he ran to the doctor.“ Doctor! Is she ok?” Richard ask.“ Yes, the patient is ok, she only developed shocked but she is fine now and can be discharged today, she and her child are ok” the doctor says.“ Her child?” Richard says in surprise.“ Yes, sh
Chapter 4: New Beginning for IsabellaIt’s the following day and Isabella went to her former house to take her remaining luggages and on her way back to Richard’s house, she went with Jenny and they both hug.“ Jenny! What are you doing here?” She ask.“ I was in your house last night and knocked but no one answered. Where are you going to with your luggages?” Jenny ask.“ Well, I got a job and also a better offer” she says and Jenny was confuse.“ What better offer? It’s a good thing you got a job but what kind of a job is that?” Jenny ask.“ I got a job as a personal maid, one of the richest Billionaire in Lost Angeles, his name is Richard Jones and his wife Anita, they employed me” she says.“ Wow, that is so nice the lay must be good because I heard that to get a job in their company or House is being hard. How did you it?” Jenny ask.“ Actually! His car hit me yesterday and he rushed me to the hospital then I explained my situation for him and he decided to help me by offering me
Chapter 5: Fell in love Isabella was in the kitchen and she was in a deep thought when she was preparing the dinner, she thought about what Richard said and also what Jenny her friend said, Richard walked pass the kitchen and then, he step back and he saw that Isabella was in a deep thought, he entered the kitchen and tap her and Isabella was shocked because she was not expecting him.“ Sir! I promise I will be done with the dinner in five minute” she says and Richard stop her.“ I know that you are thinking right now about what I told you but I want to forget about tte money and I think about your unborn child” he says.“ I already though about it sir and I think you are right but I am scared right now because ma’am Anita will think I am ungrateful, we already had a deal” she says.“ You can leave that to me and if she still insists then, you don’t need to worry, you can continue your job in the house and as well give birth to the child but I promise, I will protect you and support
Chapter 6Isabella is her room and she was enabled to sleep as she was in a deep thought thinking about her unborn child and Richard was not able to convince Anita to not adopt her unborn child.“ This is all my fault, I already accepted to give my unborn child out in exchange of money that was so silly of me, my late parents must me so disappointed in me in where ever they are, I am totally a disgrace right now” she says weeping and she remembered Richard confessing his feelings to her.“ I am in love with Richard but his wife love him so much and I wonder why he does not love her back, I do understand that his parents force him to get married to her but still he can get married to her” she says in her mind.“ I don’t want Anita to be hurt because of me, right now I don’t need love I just need to convince Anita that I don’t want her lie y anymore, and that I want to take care of my child my self” she says while she was in her room weeping and after some minutes, she heard a knock on
Chapter 7It was the next day and Anita is already dressed up in a yellow gown for her meeting, she went downstairs and the dining was not yet set and she got upset, she yelled Isabella’s name, Isabella was in the kitchen and when she heard her name, she was scared, she replies and she ran out of the kitchen and she ran to the living room, she met Anita and she can see that Anita was so upset, Richard was cloning downstairs and he stood in the stairs watching.“Yes ma’am, you called on me” Isabella says and Anita was upset and she went closer to her.“ Why is my breakfast not yet serve?” She ask as she frown her face and Isabella was not shut if words and she was stammering.“ Ma’am, I…I…I just finish with your special dish and I will be serving it soon” Isabella says and Anita yells at her in anger.“ What?!! Do you know what time it is already? I have a meeting and I need to be there as soon as possible and my breakfast is not yet serve, you are so dump” Anita says in anger and Rich
Well?" she asked, demanding a response from him."I don’t want to quarrel over this, Hannah." He was smart enough to recognize a loaded question when he heard one. Smart enough to extract himself as best he could, too. "All I’m saying is that I’d prefer it if you invested as much time in our relationship as you would in a job. There are only so many hours in a day. You can’t do everything, you know.""In other words you wouldn’t be willing to help with the cooking or the housework?"Richard was quickly losing his grip on his patience, which had always been in short supply. Isabella seemed to be looking for an excuse to pick a fight with him by tying him up in verbal knots. She had been from the moment he’d arrived home. Hell if he knew what he’d done that was so terrible now."I’d be willing to help with the cooking and housework." He fully expected his answer would take the starch out of her arguments. How willing he actually would be to help around the house was another question ent
Isabella ?" He spoke her name softly when he noticed the moist trail of tears that streaked her face. "Would it help any if I told you I was sorry?" He didn’t know what he was apologizing for, but it was apparent he’d hurt her, and knowing that didn’t sit right.She stopped and looked up at him through narrowed, suspicious eyes."Whatever I said, I didn’t mean it," he tried once more."You don’t remember?" She sounded incredulous."No," he admitted, reaching for her hand. "Come back to the house and we’ll talk about it. All right?"She seemed to be trapped with indecision. He raised his hands to her face and gently rubbed the tears from her cheeks. Each one was an accusation against him. His heart constricted at how pale her features were, how fragile she looked. It demanded every ounce of control he possessed not to take her in his arms and beg her forgiveness. He was a reckless bastard to inflict his drunkenness on so delicate a soul, and he silently vowed never to do it again."Com
Tell me," he said, walking toward her, fully intending to take her in his arms; a couple of kisses might reassure her even more. "You wouldn’t happen to be jealous now, would you?""Jealous?" She threw the word back in his face as though he’d issued the greatest insult of her life. "If you can honestly mistake integrity and principles for jealousy, then I truly wonder what kind of man I’ve married."With that she turned and walked into her bedroom and closed the door. Isabella had probably never slammed a door in her life, he realized.Air seeped between Richard’s clenched teeth. He’d done it again. Just when he was beginning to make headway with her, he got cocky and said something stupid. It was becoming a bad habit.He let a few moments pass, then decided to try once again. He knocked on her bedroom door, but didn’t wait for her to answer before turning the knob and walking in. A husband should be allowed certain rights. Isabella turned and glared at him accusingly."I didn’t mean
None of my business," she repeated calmly. Obviously she was traipsing across ground he had no intention of mapping. "I see.""It’s obvious you don’t. Damnation, woman, you’re making a mountain out of a molehill.""I most certainly am not," she replied, doing her best to hold back the flash flood of anger that threatened to drown her. "If anyone is being unreasonable, it’s you. Apparently the subject is a touchy one and best dropped. I’m sorry I said anything.""So am I."It seemed that Richard wasn’t watching the road as well as he should have been, because a car shot past them and the driver hammered on the horn as he sped by. Her husband muttered something under his breath that Hannah pretended not to hear."Are there others?""Other what?" Richard shouted. His frustration with her was clearly getting the best of him."Women," Isabella explained serenely. "I should know about them, don’t you think? It might save us both a good deal of embarrassment.""Are you asking for a list of e
He came around and helped her out of the car and cupped his hand under her elbow as they walked up the flight of concrete steps to his apartment.Once they reached the top, Richard unlocked the door. Shoving it open, he turned to Isabella and without a word calmly lifted her into his arms.Taken by surprise, she let out a small cry of alarm. "Richard ," she pleaded, "put me down. I’m too heavy.""Let me assure you, Isabella Jones , you weigh next to nothing." With that he ceremoniously carried her over the threshold, gently depositing her in the leather recliner.Isabella smiled at him, a little breathlessly, although he’d been the one to do all the work. This man was full of surprises. All week she’d been convinced she was marrying a monster, but Richard had gone out of his way to prove otherwise. Perhaps this marriage had a chance to survive, after all.Richard turned on the television and reached for the evening paper and, after a few minutes, Isabella excused herself and began unpa
Glancing at her now, sitting by his side as they drove to his apartment in nearby Port Orchard, gave him further cause to wonder. She hadn’t said more than a handful of words since the ceremony. He hadn’t a clue what she was thinking, but he figured she was looking for some way to get out of this."It was very nice of Chaplain Stewart and Lieutenant Commander Kyle to arrange housing on the base for us, wasn’t it?" she asked softly."Very nice," he repeated. He wondered how many strings his CO had had to pull to come up with that. The news had come as a surprise to Richard , who’d lived in a small apartment complex for the past two years."When will we be moving?""Soon.""How soon?"Hell, first he couldn’t get her to talk, now he couldn’t shut her up. "Next weekend.""Good. Packing will give me something to do while you’re gone during the day. Once we’ve moved, I’ll look for a job.""I don’t want you doing any lifting, you hear?" She flinched at his harsh tones, and he regretted speak
I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.""Obviously," he retorted, trapped in his anger. "No one in their right mind would do this to themselves. The question is, what the hell are we going to do about it now?""Oh, don’t worry. It isn’t necessary for you to marry me. I don’t know what ever made Dad suggest that."She seemed so damn smug about it, and that riled him all the more."Apparently your father feels differently. He seems to think my marrying you would salvage your honor."She nodded. Her hair was tied at her nape, giving Richard a clear view of the delicate lines of her face. As pale as she was, she resembled a porcelain doll, fragile and easily breakable. She looked dangerously close to that point right then."My father is an old-fashioned man with traditional values. Marriage is what he would expect.""What do you expect?" His tone was less harsh, his concern for her outweighing his irritation.Isabella placed her hand on her smooth stomach as though she longed to protect
She woke when her father made a sharp turn and eased to a stop in front of a guard house. He rolled down the window, and a blast of cold air alerted Isabella to the fact they’d arrived at their destination. She straightened and looked around. Although she’d never been on one before, she recognized immediately that they were entering a military compound. "Dad?" she quizzed. "Where are we?""Bangor," he announced a little too loudly. "We’re meeting Richard Jones."In Chaplain Stewart’s office Riley sat, ramrod straight, across the room from Isabella Brown and her stern-faced father. Richard gaze narrowed as he fired a look in her direction. Not once did she deign to glance his way. She sat, her back as rigid as his own, but although she held her head high, her gaze refused to meet his. Perhaps it was just as well.First thing the previous morning, Richard had been called before his commanding officer. When he arrived, he’d discovered Chaplain Stewart and Lieutenant Commander Steven Kyl
Richard blamed himself still. He feared he’d frightened her so badly that she’d fled in horror. Had he hurt her? She’d been so tight and so small. It was all he could do not to slam his fist into the wall every time he thought about their brief encounter, which was damn near every minute of every day. What had happened to her since? Was she sick? Alone? Frightened? Pregnant?He’d been in control of their encounter until she’d kissed him. Now it was weeks later and he still reeled at the memory of the gentle, shy way in which she’d pressed her lips to his. He cursed how he could close his eyes and continue to taste her. How sweet she’d been. How warm and delicate. Her lips had molded to his, and her flavor reminded him of cotton candy. That alone was enough to torment him, but it wasn’t all. Her fragrance continued to obsess him. It wasn’t a commercial one he could name. The only way he could think to describe it was to imagine walking waist-deep in a field of wildflowers.The woman ha