Third Person's POV:"Not again. I'm too devastated by all these wedding dramas, and I can't take it anymore. Why is Mom doing this to me?" Mason vented his frustration to Anna, who found it useless to respond at this moment. Initially, Anna had disapproved of her brother being forced into marriage. However, now that the marriage had taken place, she knew Mason couldn't shirk his responsibilities toward his wife."You should have thought about this before getting married. Tell me, how many days will you mourn about this? Your marriage has already happened, and there's no going back, brother," Anna said, though she recognized the harshness of her words in the current moment.Undoubtedly, Anna's words struck a chord with Mason, as he deep down knew she was right. However, he wasn't ready to accept it. The thought of spending even a second with Isabel seemed impossible, let alone an entire day."Where is Mom right now?" Mason asked Anna."In the kitchen, I guess.""Perfect... I will drop y
Third Person's POV:Mason stood there, equally stunned by the intensity of his own reaction. He quickly began concocting excuses to present to Liam, attempting to salvage the situation."It's practically impossible for me to attend the dinner. I have late office hours these days, tremendous work pressure. It's unlikely that I can make it," Mason explained, feigning innocence to make his words appear genuine.However, he overlooked his dad's presence, who stood disappointed by Mason's dishonesty. Liam, though somewhat convinced by Mason's false excuse, regretted extending the invitation without consulting Mason. He contemplated apologizing and rescheduling, but Mason's dad intervened."I don't think it will be a problem, Mason. We have enough employees to manage our office works, and I believe your absence won't create any disturbance," Mason's dad declared in a cold tone. He then turned to Liam, accepting the invitation.Mason was left speechless, feeling insulted by his dad's words. H
Third Person's POV:In a different circumstance, Mason would have recoiled at the thought of pressing his lips against hers, fueled by his enduring disgust for Isabel. Yet, in this pivotal moment, his profound hatred for her remained obscured, overshadowed by the singular focus of reviving her. His lips pressed firmly against Isabel's, offering the breath she desperately needed.After what felt like an eternity, Isabel's eyes fluttered open, her breaths ragged and labored. A subtle smile crept onto Mason's face, relief washing over him at the sight of Isabel breathing once more. Swiftly withdrawing from her, he ensured she had ample space to regain composure.Isabel, still in a state of bewilderment, struggled to normalize her breathing. The recent memory of Mason's near-fatal aggression lingered, casting a shadow over the room. Although her physical recovery began, the emotional wounds ran deep. Stunned by the realization that her husband had come perilously close to ending her life,
Third Person's POV:As Mason stood frozen, his mother's words echoed in his ears, piercing his heart like shards of ice. His marriage to Isabel, a union orchestrated by his mother's wishes, had not erased the shame she felt towards him. "Don't add to our disappointment, Mason," Nina's voice dripped with frustration. "You're a grown man now, married. You know your responsibilities." Mason remained silent, his spirit crushed by the weight of her disapproval. He had no desire to defend himself, to prove his innocence against the accusation that hung in the air like a suffocating fog. Nina continued her tirade, her words washing over him like waves against a rocky shore. He listened impassively, his mind numb to the sting of her words. When his mother finally left, Mason retreated to his room, his footsteps echoing in the deafening silence. The sight of Isabel, sleeping peacefully on their bed, ignited a fresh wave of anger within him. How could she sleep so soundly while he felt like
Third Person's POV: Mason wrestled with the urge to immediately oppose his mom's request, but a lack of courage held him back. The thought of staying at Isabel's house was utterly unappealing, yet the fear of confronting his mother paralyzed him. He anticipated another round of insults if he spoke up. Suppressing his discomfort, Mason's discomfort didn't go unnoticed by Isabel. "There's no need for that, Mom. We can return after dinner," she interjected, keenly aware that Mason was reluctant to spend the night at her place. Isabel understood that her home might not be Mason's ideal retreat, and she didn't want to burden him further. Grateful that he accepted the dinner invitation, she prioritized his comfort. "What are you saying, Isabel? Don't you want to spend a few days with your family?" Nina asked, surprised by Isabel's proposal. While Isabel yearned for family time, she recognized the potential discomfort it would cause Mason. She worried he might unleash his usual harsh rema
Third Person's POV: As Mason felt the walls closing in, a suffocating urge surged within him, compelling him to scream and demand his mom leave. However, a realization dawned on him; such an outburst would be deemed inappropriate. Opting for a subtler approach, he pulled out his phone to send his plea discreetly. "Mom, I wanna leave. It's not possible for me to stay here. Why did you bring me into this hell?" Mason typed and sent the message to Nina, who sat directly in front of him. Nina was taken aback when Mason's text notification popped up, and she couldn't help but shoot him a curious look. Tempted to question him immediately, she restrained herself and chose to read the text first. After absorbing the content, Nina felt grateful that Mason had chosen to convey his sentiments discreetly. She was aware of the potential insult Isabel's family might feel if these thoughts were vocalized. However, beneath her gratitude lingered a flicker of fury at Mason's perception of Isabel's
Third Person's POV: "Please don't say that. My family isn't to blame here. If you want..." Isabel tried to make Mason understand, but he cut her off. His anger had reached a boiling point, and he had no intention of hearing anything from Isabel in return. Mason was determined to unleash his anger on Isabel through his words. "Enough of your emotional drama. And, of course, you and your family put me in this position," he declared, speaking in a firm voice without raising it too loud, mindful of the fact that he didn't want any of her family members to overhear. He knew the consequences wouldn't be in his favor if his mom learned about any of this. "How dare you marry into such a wealthy family when you've lived your whole life in this sh*tty slum?" Mason questioned, sounding curious, but his words felt like a tight slap across Isabel's face. It wasn't that she wasn't prepared to hear something like this, but the reality of those words stung. Isabel wanted to scream at him, to remin
Third Person's POV: Isabel wasn't prepared for Emma's sudden and curious question, leaving her utterly scared about whether Emma had overheard Mason's outburst. Accustomed to honesty with her family, she struggled to come up with an excuse. "No, Emma... Not at all. We were just talking about something. I'm really sorry if it sounded like we were arguing," Mason interjected, standing beside Isabel. He had heard Emma's question and felt a surge of fear when Isabel didn't respond. To avoid any doubts about their relationship from her family, something he dreaded, he decided to clear the air. He knew that if Isabel's family suspected something, the news could eventually reach his mom. "Oh, okay..." Emma sounded flustered by Mason's interruption. While she acted as if she believed Mason's explanation, there lingered a suspicion that she had indeed heard Mason's angry outburst. For the moment, she chose not to press the matter further, deciding to discuss it later with her sister, Isabel.
Hey there, Wow, we made it to the end. I honestly can’t believe it’s been two years since I started this story. It’s been a long road, and I know there were times when updates were slow, painfully slow, in fact. Life has a way of getting in the way, with college, work, and everything else that pops up unexpectedly.I want to take a moment to say I’m really sorry for those delays. I know it wasn’t easy to stick around, and yet, you did. That means more to me than I can put into words. You didn’t just read this story; you waited for it, supported it, and saw it through to the end. That kind of loyalty and patience is rare, and I’m so grateful to have had you along for this ride.I may have only a few readers, but each of you is incredibly special to me. Your support, patience, and encouragement have made all the difference. Knowing that you were there, waiting and reading, kept me going.Thank you, truly, for sticking with me and this story. I promise I’ll do my best to keep writing and
***[I've made a mistake. Please Don't buy this chapter, This Author notes will be for free on the next chapter]Hey there,Wow, we made it to the end. I honestly can’t believe it’s been two years since I started this story. It’s been a long road, and I know there were times when updates were slow, painfully slow, in fact. Life has a way of getting in the way, with college, work, and everything else that pops up unexpectedly.I want to take a moment to say I’m really sorry for those delays. I know it wasn’t easy to stick around, and yet, you did. That means more to me than I can put into words. You didn’t just read this story; you waited for it, supported it, and saw it through to the end. That kind of loyalty and patience is rare, and I’m so grateful to have had you along for this ride.I may have only a few readers, but each of you is incredibly special to me. Your support, patience, and encouragement have made all the difference. Knowing that you were there, waiting and reading, kept
Third Person's POV:It was unlike Isabel to be so bold, and Mason couldn’t help but chuckle at her newfound daring. But beneath his amusement, his eyes darkened with lust upon the prospect of breeding her once more.His gaze was steady, neither giving affirmation nor outright refusal. Her desperation was palpable, as if she was doing everything she could to persuade him.Isabel's glistening eyes locked onto his, pleading earnestly. Seeing her so vulnerable and determined, Mason felt utterly defeated. He responded with a long, passionate kiss, surrendering to the intensity of the moment.Mason's fingers dug into her hips as he flipped them over, pinning Isabel beneath him with a sudden, fierce hunger. The look in his eyes was darker now, filled with raw, unbridled lust that made Isabel's pulse quicken and her breath hitch.“You want another baby?” he growled, his voice thick with desire as he leaned down, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of her neck. “Then I’ll give you one. But rem
Third Person's POV:Five Years Later....Isabel was buried in her study, absorbed in the papers for her upcoming cases. The clock had slipped past eleven, but she was so deep into her work that she hadn’t even noticed. It wasn’t until the faint clatter of noise from the kitchen broke through her concentration that she glanced at the time.A wave of irritation washed over her as she realized their son was still awake at this late hour. The exhaustion from a day spent pouring over legal documents hit her all at once, and she decided to step away from her work.The house was cloaked in darkness when she emerged from her study. It didn’t take her long to figure out what was going on. She knew Mason and Alex had likely plunged the house into darkness for one of their father-son video game nights, thinking she wouldn’t catch on.Isabel felt a surge of frustration toward Mason. He was spoiling their boy by giving in to every whim, no matter how late it was.“Alex! Where are you?” Isabel call
Third Person's POV:Isabel’s heart broke as she watched him tear up, his dry lips trembling with every word. She reached out to him, desperate to pull him back from the edge. "What have you done to yourself, Mason? You've...""Please leave. Le... Leave me alone," Mason screamed abruptly, pressing his hands to his ears as if trying to block out her voice, her very existence.Isabel stood frozen, her mind spinning, unable to comprehend the depth of his despair. As she moved closer, Mason curled into himself even more, his body trembling violently. The sight of him—so broken, so terrified—left her breathless with sorrow."Mason, what’s wrong? Talk to me, please. I’m here for you," Isabel pleaded, but the more she tried to reach him, the more he seemed to spiral. His body shook uncontrollably, each tremor more violent than the last, and Isabel was left standing there, helpless and heartbroken, unsure how to save the man she loved.Mason pulled away from Isabel again, his movements frantic
Third Person's POV:As the night dragged on, Isabel couldn’t calm her racing thoughts. Sleep had long evaded her, her mind consumed by thoughts of Mason. Anna had urged her to rest and not worry too much, but Isabel’s determination to see Mason after hearing all that Anna had shared was unwavering.Concerned for her baby, Isabel decided to wait until morning, but her impatience grew with each passing second. Her breathing became uneven as her mind churned with the worst possible outcomes.Unable to wait any longer, Isabel climbed out of bed, resolved to go see Mason. She was determined not to wake Anna or anyone else, knowing how exhausted they were from organizing the baby shower.Moving quietly, she grabbed a car key and headed to the garage. With no drivers available at this late hour, Isabel made the decision to drive herself. She felt nervous; her driving skills were rusty, having only taken a few lessons months ago when she and Mason were still together.But Isabel’s resolve was
Third Person's POV:Six Months Later.....As winter settled in, the London air grew colder, biting with a chill that seeped through the walls. Isabel stood by the window, staring out at the dreary sky, heavy with the promise of rain—something she despised about living here. The city felt oppressively gray, the kind of weather that made her long for warmth and sunlight.With a sigh, she turned away from the window and focused on packing. Her flight to Florida was in a few hours, and though returning there was the last thing she wanted, she knew she had no choice. Being 32 weeks pregnant and far from family, she realized she couldn't go through this alone.Mason's parents and her mother, Jenna, had been urging her to come back for weeks. They had planned a baby shower and insisted she needed to be there, especially with her due date looming next month. Reluctantly, Isabel had taken a leave of absence from law school, agreeing to make the move, if only temporarily.The thought of reuniti
Third Person's POV:In the morning, Isabel was finally allowed to visit Mason in his room. When she arrived, she found him still asleep. His arm and hand were heavily bandaged, and seeing them filled her with a deep sense of guilt. She couldn't shake the feeling that she had failed him by not being there to prevent the attack.The thought of what could have happened if things had gone worse made her feel selfish. If Mason had lost his life, she could never forgive herself for not doing more to protect him.She approached his bedside quietly, careful not to wake him. She had already spoken to the doctor, who had confirmed that Mason’s injuries were severe and would take time to heal. Still, she felt a surge of relief knowing that his life was no longer in immediate danger.As she watched him sleep, Isabel was overwhelmed by a mixture of longing and uncertainty. She reached out tentatively to stroke his face but hesitated, reminding herself that she had no right to touch him. She wasn’t
Third Person's POV:As the terror of the moment erupted, Mason's eyes frantically sought Isabel, silently pleading for her to hide. His bloody palm struggled to hold back the knife, but his strength was fading fast. Just as he felt himself slipping, a gunshot shattered the air, followed by a woman's scream that sliced through the chaos.The weight of the attacker suddenly lifted from Mason as the man collapsed to the side, the knife slipping from his grip. Mason, bracing for the fatal blow with his eyes clenched shut, hesitated before daring to look. When he did, he saw the floor beneath the man’s head quickly darkening with fresh blood.The apartment door burst open, and police officers swarmed in. One of them approached Mason, snapping him out of his daze. "Are you okay, sir?"Mason couldn’t find his voice. The trauma of what had just unfolded left him numb, and the searing pain in his arm and hand from the stab wound clouded his thoughts. All that mattered in that moment was Isabel