**Isabella’s**The coldness of Aiden’s rejection still clung to me like a heavy weight as I stumbled down the hallway toward my room, my vision blurred by the tears that I refused to let fall in front of him. I had barely made it out of his room when the first tear slipped down my cheek, and once it started, there was no stopping it.The sting of his words, his anger, echoed in my mind over and over again.“I told you to leave me the fuck alone.”I hadn’t expected him to be soft or gentle—not after everything we’d been through—but the cruelty in his voice had cut deeper than I wanted to admit. He wasn’t just pushing me away; he was shoving me out of his life with all the force he could muster. And it hurt more than I ever imagined it would.I wiped at my eyes angrily, trying to hold myself together. Crying wasn’t going to fix anything. It wasn’t going to change the way Aiden saw me, and it sure as hell wasn’t going to erase the fact that I had kissed him back. That I had let him in.I
The next morning, sunlight streamed through the small window of my room, casting long shadows across the floor. The air felt heavy, almost oppressive, and I couldn’t shake the exhaustion that clung to me. It wasn’t just from lack of sleep—though I hadn’t managed much of that, either—it was the emotional weight of everything that had happened. The kiss, Aiden’s coldness, the way he had shoved me out of his room… it was all too much.I sat on the edge of my bed, staring blankly at the floor, my mind replaying the events of the previous day over and over again. Every time I thought about it, the emotions came rushing back—anger, hurt, confusion.How had things gotten so out of control so quickly?I didn’t want to feel like this. I didn’t want to care about Aiden, didn’t want him to have this kind of power over me. But no matter how much I tried to convince myself that I was done with him, that I wouldn’t let him hurt me again, the truth was harder to face.I cared. I cared more than I wa
The day dragged on, slow and heavy, like a weight I couldn’t shake. I went through the motions, but my mind was elsewhere, consumed by thoughts of Aiden, of the bond, of everything Marcus had said. I couldn’t focus on anything else.By the time night fell, I was exhausted—emotionally, mentally, physically. I wanted to sleep, to escape the thoughts swirling in my head, but I knew it wouldn’t come easily. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face, heard his voice, felt the ghost of his touch. It was maddening.I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, my mind replaying every interaction we’d had. From the moment we met, it had been a whirlwind of tension, anger, and confusion. I had spent so much time trying to understand him, trying to figure out why he was the way he was. And now, it felt like I was finally starting to see the truth.He wasn’t just angry. He was scared. Scared of what the bond meant, scared of losing control, scared of… me.But where did that leave us? Where did that
The moment Aiden said, "This conversation is over," something inside me snapped. I had tried. I had come to him with the hope that maybe, just maybe, if we sat down and talked like two reasonable people, we could find some middle ground. We could stop this constant pushing and pulling, the endless cycle of confusion and pain.But I was wrong. So wrong.I stared at him, feeling the weight of my exhaustion settle deep into my bones. I was so tired. Tired of fighting with him, tired of being kept in the dark, tired of being treated like I was just some weak human who didn’t deserve to know the truth.With a deadened expression, I spoke, my voice low but firm. “I thought maybe if we sat and talked face to face, things could go a different way. Maybe we could come to a common ground, but I guess I was wrong.”Aiden’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing slightly, but he said nothing. He just stood there, his arms crossed over his chest, like a fortress guarding something he didn’t want me to
Two weeks had passed since that last conversation with Aiden, and in those two weeks, neither of us had spoken a single word to each other. The tension between us hung in the air, thick and unyielding, and I had grown tired of it. If he wasn’t going to trust me, if he wasn’t going to tell me anything, then I wouldn’t bother disturbing him either. What was the point?The frustration I felt toward him had slowly morphed into a kind of resigned acceptance. If Aiden wanted to shut me out, I wouldn’t fight him on it anymore. I was done trying to reach out, done hoping that things could be different between us. The kiss, the arguments, the endless back-and-forth… it had drained me completely.This morning was no different from any other. I woke up, went through my morning routine, and tried to push all thoughts of Aiden out of my mind. It was easier now, easier to ignore the lingering emotions that pulled at me whenever I thought about him. I didn’t allow myself to dwell on what had happene
I started walking back to the mansion, my steps heavy with the weight of my thoughts. The short walk outside had been a brief escape, but it wasn’t enough. It hadn’t cleared the frustration that had been building inside me for weeks. I was still angry—angry at Aiden, angry at myself, angry at everything that had happened.But what could I do? Going back inside the mansion felt like admitting defeat, like letting Aiden win this battle of wills. I wanted to hold onto the small sense of freedom I had found, even if it was fleeting.As I neared the mansion, the familiar rustling sound came from behind me again. I sighed, assuming it was just another small animal like before. I’d let my nerves get the better of me earlier, jumping at the sight of a harmless rabbit. I wasn’t going to let it happen again.But this time, the rustling didn’t stop.I froze in my tracks, listening intently as the sound continued, this time louder, more persistent. My heart skipped a beat as I turned slowly towar
I stood there, frozen in shock, staring at Luke. The words he had just spoken echoed in my mind.“You were kidnapped,” Luke said again, his voice calm but insistent. “Taken from the orphanage without your consent.”The world seemed to tilt around me, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. My mind raced back to the night Aiden had taken me, to the way he had pulled me into his world without explanation, without warning. I had been confused, scared.“How do you know that?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. My heart pounded in my chest, fear and confusion swirling inside me like a storm. “How do you know what happened to me?”Luke’s eyes softened, and he took a step closer, his voice lowering as if he were sharing a secret. “I’ve been watching, Isabella. I know what’s been happening to you. I know that you were taken from the orphanage, and I know that you didn’t ask for any of this.”I shook my head, trying to wrap my mind around what he was saying. “But… how do you know all of t
His words hung in the air between us, and I felt the weight of them settle over me. It sounded so tempting, so simple. But deep down, I knew it wasn’t. Nothing with Aiden was simple.Still, the thought of seeing my mother, of easing her worry, was too strong to ignore. I had caused her so much pain already, had left her in the dark without any answers. She deserved to know that I was alive, that I was okay.Luke must have sensed my hesitation because he stepped even closer, his voice low and persuasive. “Think about it, Isabella,” he said softly. “Your mother is sick. She’s worried about you. Don’t you want to ease her pain? Don’t you want to make things right?”I swallowed hard, my heart aching with the weight of guilt. He was right. I couldn’t just leave her like this, worrying herself sick over me. I had to do something. I had to see her, to tell her I was okay.But there was still a part of me that hesitated, a part of me that didn’t fully trust Luke. What if this was a trap? What
Aiden’s gaze swept over me, his eyes a tempest of dark fire, each flicker holding back a storm of rage not meant for me, but threatening to spill out all the same. He was a fortress in turmoil, his facade barely containing the seething fury beneath. His jaw was set, his stance rigid, each muscle tensed as if ready to spring into a battle he was forced to withhold. “You shouldn’t be here, Isabella,” he said, his voice a low growl that vibrated with a barely restrained intensity. His eyes then darted to the two men who had shifted uncomfortably, their own eyes darting away from my gaze, clearly intimidated by Aiden’s overt protectiveness. I felt a perverse thrill at his possessiveness, a primal approval of his concern for my safety, yet I knew this was neither the time nor the place. Aiden cleared his throat, a sound meant to redirect my attention, and it snapped me back to the gravity of the situation. “No, I—” I started, stumbling over my words. The truth was treacherous territory
“That’s a relief,” he chuckled, his hand finding mine over the center console, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’m glad she sees that my intentions are good.” I squeezed his hand back, the simple touch sending a current of gratitude through me. “She does. And it means the world to me that you were there, that you’re here now.” Aiden’s smile didn’t wane as he turned the car onto the highway, the sparse traffic allowing him a moment to glance my way. “I wouldn’t be anywhere else, Isabella. You know that.” I nodded, watching the scenery blur past us. The night was clear, the stars scattered across the sky like dusted silver, and I felt a pull to share more with him—to dive into the depths of my thoughts and emotions. “It’s just…” I hesitated, searching for the right words. “Today made me realize how much I’ve changed. How much we’ve changed, together. I used to feel like an outsider everywhere I went. But with you, I’m home.” Aiden’s grip on my hand tightened.We drove in comfort
The first sense that stirred as consciousness crept back was the emptiness on Aiden’s side of the bed. I didn’t remember what time we had fallen asleep, but the vague recollection of his arms wrapped securely around me lingered in my mind like the remnants of a comforting dream. However, the cool, vacant sheets next to me sharply snapped me back to reality. Opening my eyes to the morning light filtering through the curtains, I immediately searched the expanse of the bed for Aiden, but he wasn’t there. His absence was like a void. The lingering scent on his pillow was the only evidence of his presence from the night before. I rolled over, burying my face into it, inhaling deeply. His familiar scent—a mix of sandalwood and something uniquely Aiden—filled my senses, offering a temporary comfort. I lay there, the silence of the room enveloping me, letting the minutes tick by. With each second, the warmth of his scent waned, and the reality of his absence grew. Finally, I couldn’t bear t
The first sense that stirred as consciousness crept back was the emptiness on Aiden’s side of the bed. I didn’t remember what time we had fallen asleep, but the vague recollection of his arms wrapped securely around me lingered in my mind like the remnants of a comforting dream. However, the cool, vacant sheets next to me sharply snapped me back to reality.Opening my eyes to the morning light filtering through the curtains, I immediately searched the expanse of the bed for Aiden, but he wasn’t there. His absence was like a void. The lingering scent on his pillow was the only evidence of his presence from the night before. I rolled over, burying my face into it, inhaling deeply. His familiar scent—a mix of sandalwood and something uniquely Aiden—filled my senses, offering a temporary comfort.I lay there, the silence of the room enveloping me, letting the minutes tick by. With each second, the warmth of his scent waned, and the reality of his absence grew. Finally, I couldn’t bear the
“That’s a relief,” he chuckled, his hand finding mine over the center console, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’m glad she sees that my intentions are good.” I squeezed his hand back, the simple touch sending a current of gratitude through me. “She does. And it means the world to me that you were there, that you’re here now.” Aiden’s smile didn’t wane as he turned the car onto the highway, the sparse traffic allowing him a moment to glance my way. “I wouldn’t be anywhere else, Isabella. You know that.” I nodded, watching the scenery blur past us. The night was clear, the stars scattered across the sky like dusted silver, and I felt a pull to share more with him—to dive into the depths of my thoughts and emotions. “It’s just…” I hesitated, searching for the right words. “Today made me realize how much I’ve changed. How much we’ve changed, together. I used to feel like an outsider everywhere I went. But with you, I’m home.” Aiden’s grip on my hand tightened.We drove in comfortable s
The car’s headlights cut through the darkness as we left the orphanage, the comforting presence of old friends and the familiar backdrop fading into the night. The drive back to the mansion that I’d slowly begun to call home was quieter than usual, yet filled with a resonant peace that settled around Aiden and me like a soft shawl.“I can’t believe how well today went,” I started, my voice tinged with wonder and relief. I glanced over at Aiden, who was focused on the road, the soft glow of the dashboard lights casting gentle shadows across his face. “It felt so good to talk with my mother about everything—well, almost everything.”Aiden’s slight smile grew as he listened, his eyes reflecting a warmth that drew me further into my recount. “And she seems to really like you,” I added, my tone lifting with pride.“That’s a relief,” he chuckled, his hand finding mine over the center console, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’m glad she sees that my intentions are good.”I squeezed his hand ba
As we settled around the table, the buzz of conversation filling the room, I began to share my journey or should I say the lies I had build in my mind just in case for the moments like these. I spoke of the cities and the sights, my words painting a picture of freedom and discovery. But I carefully chose my words, the reasons why I had really left, and the secrets that Aiden and I shared. Aiden, meanwhile, ate quietly, his presence a steady calm next to my animated storytelling. Every now and then, he would chime in with a comment or a clarification, his voice smooth and engaging. The group was visibly taken with him, their questions turning from my travels to how we had met. “It’s actually quite a story,” Aiden began, the corners of his eyes crinkling in amusement. “You see, Isabella literally bumped into me in a coffee shop.” Laughter rippled around the table, and I felt a bubble of laugh making its way to my throat at the thought of Aiden making up a story of how we met. “I w
As we settled around the table, the buzz of conversation filling the room, I began to share my journey or should I say the lies I had build in my mind just in case for the moments like these. I spoke of the cities and the sights, my words painting a picture of freedom and discovery. But I carefully chose my words, the reasons why I had really left, and the secrets that Aiden and I shared. Aiden, meanwhile, ate quietly, his presence a steady calm next to my animated storytelling. Every now and then, he would chime in with a comment or a clarification, his voice smooth and engaging. The group was visibly taken with him, their questions turning from my travels to how we had met. “It’s actually quite a story,” Aiden began, the corners of his eyes crinkling in amusement. “You see, Isabella literally bumped into me in a coffee shop.” Laughter rippled around the table, and I felt a bubble of laugh making its way to my throat at the thought of Aiden making up a story of how we met. “I w
As the sun dipped below the horizon, bathing the orphanage in hues of orange and pink, my mother stood in the doorway, her expression a mix of hesitancy and determination. “Will you both stay for dinner?” she asked, her voice carrying a hopeful note that tugged at my heart. I glanced at Aiden, expecting resistance. He was a man of particular habits, unaccustomed to impromptu changes or the chaotic warmth of my past life. But to my surprise, he nodded. “We’d love to,” he said, his voice calm and reassuring. My mother’s smile lit up her face, and something inside me unfurled—a tension I hadn’t realized I was holding. “Wonderful,” she said. “I’ll set up the dining hall.” As she turned to make preparations, I felt Aiden’s hand squeeze mine briefly. “Are you happy?” he whispered, his eyes searching mine for any sign of distress. “Yes,” I replied, more to convince myself than him. “It’ll be good to catch up with everyone.” He nodded, his gaze lingering on me a moment longer before he r