“Of course, I don't love Isabelle!” Shawn denied violently. “Love died for me a long time ago. But even if it weren’t so, a woman like her isn’t made for me.”
“You know she took this step because she loves you...”
Shawn drank the last drop of whiskey, turned his back on Peter, and went to the table to refill the glass.
“She loved me...” he added almost whispering. "After what happened, she will hate me forever.” He turned to look at the man in front of him. “Dr. Jones, you are the only person who knows what happened. I can't tell the others since I did all this to stop Isabelle from dating my cousin. I seduced her, humiliated her, and then kicked her out. Not happy enough, I called her father and told him what happened, wit
The next day, the Graysons’ limousine stopped in front of the ‘Villa Mimosa’. Marie and Lucy got out first and went straight into the house to check that the rooms prepared for Isabelle and Lucy were ready. As usual, Rosa had done a splendid job. Billy stopped with Isabelle to help her. Chris had left the group that morning to go to the office and finish preparing everything that was needed for Andrew's burial. Shawn had preferred to leave the ranch before everyone else. He had left a note in which he warned that he had returned to work, that he needed to keep himself busy, and that he needed some space to think and to allow Isabelle to freely breathe without having him around. Isabelle avoided getting out of the car, staring with fear at that big house, feeling strange just by looking at it. She
She had called him by his full name, so she was really angry with him. Shawn moved away from her, put the empty glass on the table, and went to the window that opened onto the terrace and towards the rose garden, the place of many moments spent with Isabelle. It was the last place he had seen Belle before the ‘Silver Spur Ranch’ tragedy. He still was able to see Isabelle's sad face and the pride of her bearing, her decision not to show him how much his cruel words had hurt her. All she had asked of him had been a car to take her away from there right to the place where she almost met death."Obviously that I feel sorry for what happened to her," he replied in a weak tone because he understood that his way of behaving with Belle was making her situation quite difficult.“Both Isabelle and Lucy, have told me that they will do everything not to stay too much h
Her appearance calmed the situation, at least for the moment. She realized that she had interrupted a very heated scene and this made her understand that the days that will follow will be even harder for everyone. Billy blamed Shawn for Isabelle's situation; Shawn blamed himself for everything. Whenever someone mentioned Belle’s health, her nephew became withdrawn and quite aggressive. Marie felt so sorry for him, but she knew that to pull something positive out of this whole tragedy, Shawn had to do something he didn't like, something he hadn’t done since Jennifer's death: lower his head and listen more. Marie knocked on the door and entered Isabelle's room. The girl had just woken up.“I overslept...” she said in a slightly husky voice."It&
The morning was already there and, for the third time in a row, Shawn had spent the night awake. He was still sitting in his armchair near the window with a blank stare on his face. Near the armchair was an empty bottle of whiskey, the only cure he could use to erase overwhelming thoughts and deep regrets. But even so, he couldn’t silence the severe voices, filled with accusations, he kept hearing every day. Unfortunately, there wasn’t enough alcohol that could help him, that could erase the memories that continued to torture his mind, his heart, his soul, like the one of Isabelle almost dead and covered in blood. Ever since Isabelle had arrived at the villa, Shawn had been feeling even worse. To avoid seeing the indifference in her eyes, Shawn was coming home late every night, when everyone was already asleep. When he
Completely stunned even more than Shawn, about she had just told him, Isabelle covered her mouth. She knew how to speak French?! Since when? Maybe him being here next to her was more helpful than the others. Maybe it was he and not Billy, the key to jog her memory. Even though she and Billy had talked a lot in the past few days, she still couldn't remember much. Even her chats with Lucy hadn't been very successful. She told her about her father, about the way he changed after her mother's death, about his illness. But Isabelle knew she didn't have all the data yet, that there was still so much more to find out. Shawn was staring intensively at Isabelle, and not a single muscle was moving on her face. Maybe she was really that good in make-believe... maybe her father had taught her to master this part of the poor, innocent girl...
“What's going on here?” Marie asked, managing to slip into the room passing by her nephew. She turned to Shawn and saw him completely astonished. “Isabelle, dear, are you all right?”“You’re asking this feisty cat if she’s all right?! Are you kidding me?” Shawn exploded shaking his head totally incredulous. “Goddamnit, aunt! She threw a pitcher full of water on me! She’s batshit crazy! She could’ve killed me with that fucking pitcher!”“Shawn Gabriel Grayson, I’m asking you nicely to watch your language and to behave better! What did you say to our sweet Bella to make her react this violently?” Marie asked looking at him intently. He stared at his aunt, surprised that she took the defenses of ‘sw
And that's how Lucy found them. She came up to Isabelle’s room to bring her a tray with breakfast. The housekeeper looked alarmed at the disaster on the floor. Marie left the two of them talking and laughing about everything that had happened. She was happy that Isabelle was starting to remember even more, but she was also very worried about what will happen when she will find out that everything that happened with Andrew, including his death, was the result of Shawn's intrusion into their lives. She liked this fantastic fighter for her nephew. Isabelle was the type of woman she had always wanted for Shawn: beautiful, intelligent, honest, opinionated, courageous. She smiled with satisfaction and went to join her husband for breakfast. Downstairs on the terrace, Shawn was having breakfast with Billy and Chris. He had just fin
Shawn stared at him for a few seconds and after he remained alone on the terrace, he smiled softly... Maybe Isabelle could be the right woman for him, but he had caused her too much pain and he knew that she would never forgive him. Shawn had never thought that behind her little, scared mouse image could be such a fiery woman... He saw that side of her on another occasion: when they had sex... She had changed from being shy to kissing him and responding to him like an expert in just one second. That’s why he thought that she was pretending, that being there, in his arms, was part of a trap. Peter Jones was right; she had given him herself because she loved him. Billy had told him at least a thousand times so far, that Isabelle was in love with him. He heard the horn of a car that stopped in front of the villa. He recognized t
She felt slightly embarrassed; Shawn's words made her shiver a little, catching her off guard. She tightened her bridle and the horse became nervous. He took a few steps back and almost threw her on the ground. Totally worried, Shawn jumped off his horse and, quickly, calmed Isabelle's horse down. He continued to caress and talk to him slowly until the animal stopped moving and being agitated. Isabelle was still shaking even though her horse was much calmer. Shawn helped her get down and held her hand as they walked away from the two horses that began to graze, unaware of what was going on. Isabelle had been so impressed with the way Shawn had handled the situation, with his self-control, that seeing his pale face and feeling his hand shaking as he held onto hers, left her perplexed."My love, are you a
"You are not capable of doing such a thing, my angel," he replied smiling tenderly. "The way you give in to my every caress is as real as my love for you." Again, they started riding next to each other. Shawn's opinion of her had left Isabelle totally surprised. She smiled softly and her gaze moved to the ring he had put on her finger. She was officially engaged to Shawn and was about to become Mrs. Grayson. She loved him very much, that's why she felt the need to tell him the story of her father's will. He had been so honest with her; it was time for her to do the same thing."You know, the engagement ring I gave you, belonged to my mother. It's one of the few memories I still have of her. I am happy to see it on your finger.""Oh, I didn't know... Shawn, are you sure of what are we going to do? You marry
When she heard the words'my future wife', Danielle felt like she was about to faint... No, she couldn't lose him! She wasn't ready to let him go! Besides, Shawn was a gentleman, she knew he wouldn't do anything to her. Those were only empty words meant to scare her off, but she already had an idea of how to respond to him. Danielle got up from her chair, took her bag, and started walking to the door. Before getting out of his office, she turned to him."One way or another, you will come back to me! This doesn't end here!" she added and went out slamming the door. Shawn took a deep breath and tried to go back to his usual self. Danielle had always been such a drama queen, so it was better not to pay any more attention to her. He had other things to do and then he wanted to go back to his Belle and spend the day with her. He pulled out
Whistling and smiling happily as never before, Shawn entered his office and sat down at his desk. He still had some small details to fix, he had to meet with the interior designer who had to prepare his apartment for Isabelle's arrival, and then he would return to his beloved. Shawn heard loud voices outside his office. Someone was arguing... it was the voice of a woman who, unfortunately, he had immediately recognized. It was Danielle and she was asking to enter Shawn's office right away. Shawn got up abruptly from his chair and went to get her and take her inside before making a spectacle of herself."What the hell are you doing here, Danielle?!" he said in a low voice. He took her by the arm and ordered her to enter. Shawn closed the door behind them, but when he turned to her, Danielle was close to him, trying to kiss him. "What are you doing? Are you insane?""You can't leave me
Isabelle raised her head and moved away from Lucy enough for the woman to look her in the eye and understand that she would never choose to marry Shawn if she wasn't desperately in love with him."Lucy, I really love Shawn Grayson. I have always loved him, since that day, at my mom's funeral, when I saw him for the first time. I would never be able to do such a thing; you know it very well. You taught me better than that!" She got up from the couch and went to the window. Still worried, Lucy continued to look at her. Isabelle was like a daughter to her and didn't want her to make the wrong choice."Dear, until yesterday, you were saying that you didn't need a man to make it happen...""And I don't, Lucy. I made my choices, but what I didn't unde
Isabelle stared at him rather perplexed, unable to fully understand what Christopher Grayson was saying to her."After what happened to your mother, your father and I, we took our separate paths, and I pushed away from my head those plans to bring our families together. But your father didn't, he always tried to make me understand how right you would be for my son, Billy." Chris smiled slightly embarrassed. "When your father called me a few weeks ago to remind me of this understanding that we had, I told him that this isn't our decision to make, that my boys and you were no longer kids, but adults who could choose for themselves that one special person.""That's why my father always insisted that I marry Billy, that's why the whole clause thing..." Isabelle added, getting up from her chair quite suddenly."What clause ar
Someone knocked lightly on her door and Isabelle smiled. She already knew who that person was, she had no doubt about it. The beating of her heart was proof that on the other side of the door it was the love of her life. She opened slowly, without making too much noise, then she took his hand and pulled him into her room.“I’ve missed you so much! After last tonight, staying away even for a few hours makes me insane!” he whispered. “Oh, my love...” She had heard those words a thousand times last night, but now, in the light of day, it was as if he was saying them to her for the first time. A strong emotion took hold of her body and her mind. Isabelle approached Shawn and passed her arms around his neck pulling him towards her. He smiled sweetly, got closer, and kissed her lightly. Shawn's lips linger
Isabelle remained speechless. His mouth let out those words and Shawn's eyes showed to her exactly the same thing. For a few seconds, Shawn looked at her, totally lost in those blue eyes, in the emotion of the moment, in the love he was feeling for her. Then he began to gently caress the curves he hadn't forgotten for a moment. Isabelle's body surrendered in front of his sweet attack. Isabelle undressed him and he willingly let her do it."I'll take care of you now," he said helping her to sit on the bed. Shawn closed the door and returned immediately to her. He leaned towards Isabelle and kissed her breasts. “Brace yourself, my love, because what I want to do to you will take us a lot of time...” Shawn's hands returned to tease her warm skin, they got lost in the ocean of her silky
She wanted to touch his face, to remove all that suffering that he was feeling. Shawn had hurt her in a dreadful way, but she didn't stop him. She loved him then as she was loving him now, in this instant. Shawn was so helpless, so sad, so desperate, so... human like she never saw him before.“I'm oknow, Shawn. I’m much stronger and I feel all right,” Belle replied smiling slightly. He looked at her and Isabelle saw tears in his eyes.“Yes, you are. And it's so good to see you standing on your feet, ready to move on, to build your new life. I just hope you will include me too... Marry me, my beautiful, brave, wonderful Belle!” Hearing his spontaneous proposal, Isabelle