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"Do you think it'll work?" Mason asked, curious as he glanced at his phone screen while Matt dialed Isabel's number."Listen, don't cancel the marriage over the phone," Matt quickly replied, piquing Mason's curiosity even more.
"Just tell her you want to meet in person and then cancel the marriage face to face," Matt continued, and Mason nodded, now in agreement.
But both of them were left dumbfounded when Isabel didn't answer the call, even though it was ringing.
Mason snatched the phone from Matt and dialed Isabel's number again, waiting anxiously for her to pick up.
Meanwhile, Isabel was making a wedding shopping list with her little sister Emma. Suddenly, her phone rang, startling her.
Looking at her slightly cracked screen, Isabel saw Mason's name appearing, causing her heart to race. She found herself shaking because it was the first time her fiancee had called her, someone she had already started dreaming about every night.
Isabel had liked Mason from the moment she first saw him; it was hard not to, considering he was incredibly handsome. One day, when Isabel was heading to college with her brother Liam, he pointed out Mason from a distance.
Although Liam wanted her to talk to Mason since their marriage was already arranged, Isabel had been too shy that day to approach him. Now, receiving the first call from Mason made her incredibly nervous. Isabel's nerves got the best of her, causing her to miss the call. However, a few seconds later, she received another call from Mason.
Caught in a dilemma, Isabel hesitated but eventually answered. She went to the balcony with her phone, seeking a moment of privacy to talk to him. As she heard Mason's voice for the first time, her heartbeat raced even faster.
Isabel struggled to find her words, taking a deep breath before finally speaking in a slow tone.
"Hello."
"Is this Isabel?" Mason asked, trying to hide his annoyance.
"Ye... Yeah... it is," Isabel replied, still sounding nervous.
"It's Mason. You recognize me, don't you?"
"Yes," she assured.
"As you know, our wedding is approaching, but we haven't even met yet. So, I was thinking we should meet if you're interested too." Hearing Mason ask her out, Isabel shyly smiled and became excited at the same time.
"Sure... Where should we meet?" Isabel asked happily.
Mason became more annoyed by the sudden change in Isabel's tone but managed not to be rude.
"I'll text you the time and place."
"Are you sure you're coming?" he couldn't help but ask, wanting to erase any doubts about their meeting.
"Of course, I will. I'll be there on time," Isabel assured him, wearing a happy smile.
"Okay then. Take care. Looking forward to meeting you, Isabel," Mason said before ending the call.
Mason sighed in relief after hanging up. Matt observed him and asked, "So... When are you guys going to meet?"
"Tomorrow," Mason replied, taking a sip of his beer.
"Best of luck, dude," Matt sarcastically wished."Whatever," Mason rolled his eyes, not in the mood to entertain Matt's sarcasm. "Don't worry, my friend. It's going to work. Just be patient."
"I hope so," Mason tried to sound positive.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~At night, Mason texted Isabel, asking her to meet him at Eastern Cafe at 11 in the morning. After reading the message, Isabel felt anxious. It was her first time going out with a guy other than her brother or dad, and her shyness made her worry.Isabel started contemplating whether she should go or not. She thought about what to wear and what she would talk about with Mason, among other random things. But the moment she realized she would be seeing Mason up close, her face turned red without her even realizing it.
Just the thought of Mason created a new feeling in Isabel's heart. She fell asleep peacefully, her mind filled with thoughts of him.
Meanwhile, Mason lay in bed, thinking about how he could convince Isabel to break off their engagement. However, he knew he had to be careful around his mom if he wanted to succeed in ending the marriage.
Mason also thought about proposing to Addison if the marriage ended successfully, which brought a bright smile to his face.
The next day, Mason arrived at the cafe 20 minutes early. Isabel hadn't shown up yet, so he sat at a corner table and ordered a black coffee. Sipping his coffee, he glanced at his watch.
There were still ten minutes left until the agreed time, and Mason grew impatient. He continued sipping his coffee while checking his watch every minute, feeling restless and unsure if Isabel would come or not.
Ten minutes late, Isabel finally arrived at the cafe. Her eyes scanned the place, searching for Mason. Suddenly, they landed on a table in the corner, and she recognized him.
It was the second time Isabel saw Mason in person, but this time, she was closer to him and could admire his perfect features in detail. From a distance, she silently observed him, marveling at his perfection.
Mason had chocolate brown, fluffy, straight hair that complemented his fair, yellowish skin tone. His well-defined brows framed his face, which seemed like a work of art waiting to be painted or sketched. High cheekbones, a straight nose, and a firm square jaw completed his attractive appearance. However, it was his captivating dark green eyes that stood out the most.
He wore a plain white t-shirt, a wine-colored jacket, and jeans, which made him look even more handsome.
Isabel was so captivated by Mason that she stood frozen at the entrance of the cafe. Eventually, she snapped out of it when Mason stood up from his seat.
While Isabel had been studying Mason from afar, he was unaware of her presence, engrossed in a text conversation with Matt on his phone. Impatience grew within him as he awaited Isabel's arrival, and he finally began to think she might not come. He made up his mind to leave the cafe.
Just as he was about to go, someone appeared in front of him. When he looked up, he saw Isabel standing before him, and a wave of disgust washed over Mason at the sight of her.
Third Person's POV: Isabel stood there wearing a bright yellow top and a flowing white skirt. Her skin disease was visible on her exposed hands, legs, and neck, yet she had no intention of hiding it. Her smile remained the prettiest in the world, even as her body showed signs of discoloration. Meanwhile, her dark brown eyes silently appreciated the handsome man standing before her, who would soon become her husband. If only she knew what he was truly thinking about her. "Why on earth did my mom choose her for me? She looks even uglier in person. I can't even imagine her as my bride," Mason lamented in his mind, as his eyes traveled up and down Isabel's figure. He wanted to say those hurtful words directly to her face, but he held back to spare his mom, Nina, from pain. Besides, after seeing Isabel's face, he had lost interest in engaging with her further. Her skin imperfections bothered him tremendously. "Hey... You're Mason, right?" Isabel asked, breaking the silence between them.
Third Person's POV:"D-Dad, do you really... like Isabel for me?" Mason's voice trembled with shock and surprise. He couldn't believe his dad was echoing his mom's sentiments. "Why not? Isabel is a really nice girl, Mason," Mr. John replied, but Mason sensed his dad was starting to sound like his mom too. "Remember when Mom had that accident two years ago?" Mr. John asked, leaving Mason too speechless to respond. Mason nodded slightly in reply to his father's question. "It was Isabel who saved your mom from the middle of the road and took her to the hospital. I met her there for the first time, and I was overwhelmed by her kindness," Mr. John reminisced, recalling the moment he first encountered Isabel. Before he could continue speaking, Mason's annoyed expression caught his attention. After hearing his dad's story, Mason finally understood why his parents liked Isabel so much. He couldn't help but think that Isabel had somehow influenced his parents with her exaggerated acts of
Third Person's POV: Though it wasn't the first time Martha criticized her, Isabel found it hard to endure those harsh words. "Maybe a blessing from elders like you came true," Isabel replied gently, knowing well that her aunt harbored no affection for her. "Yeah... Yeah... Whatever. I would be happier if Emma got such a prince as her husband," Martha remarked, referring to Isabel's younger sister. Unlike Isabel, Emma was considered flawless, the beauty of the family. Emma embraced the adoration, a sentiment that Isabel tried hard not to let affect her. Yet, the constant comparison still stung. Right now, Isabel sensed that her aunt was deliberately trying to insult and hurt her. Emma, engrossed in her phone, couldn't hold back when Martha continued to belittle Isabel. "I don't care whether my husband is a prince or not, because I don't judge based on looks like illiterate people. And I would be glad if you stop dragging me every time," Emma raised her voice, fed up with Martha's
Third Person's POV: Mason's parents paused mid-bite, fixing their curious gazes on him. Nina, Mason's mom, had a faint inkling that his words might be related to the impending wedding. She ventured a guess, "Go on. It must be related to the wedding, right?" "But let me make it very clear to you, Mason. You aren't going to stop this wedding by any means," Nina warned, her tone stern. "Let him speak, Nina. It's not necessary that all his words will be about the wedding. Please, son, go on and tell whatever you want," John, Mason's dad, interjected, softening the tone in the room. Taking a deep breath, Mason began to voice the inner turmoil, "You guys are making me marry a girl based on your liking, and I'm obeying that against my will. As the wedding is mine, I have the right to make a few decisions." Mason felt a profound sense of helplessness as he uttered those words, unsure if his parents would truly hear him this time. Hearing Mason's words, Nina furrowed her brows, questionin
Third Person's POV:Isabel and her family arrived at the church, greeted by the warm smiles of Mrs. Nina and Mr. John at the gate. Their happiness radiated as they exchanged pleasantries."Absolutely stunning, dear," Nina complimented Isabel, who blushed at the unexpected praise. Unaccustomed to such attention, Isabel couldn't help but feel a shy warmth."Shall we head inside? The priest awaits the arrival of the bride," suggested Mr. John, leading the way into the church.Isabel, flanked by her family, took hesitant steps inside, her brother Liam guiding her. Nervousness and shyness consumed her, causing her to cast her gaze downward as they approached the altar.Upon reaching the altar, Isabel lifted her eyes, glancing at their families, and finally fixing her gaze on Mason, who stood beside the priest. Mason, however, seemed emotionally distant, an almost lifeless demeanor as he fought against any feelings that threatened to surface.Liam released her arm, urging her to approach Mas
Third Person's POV:Isabel chose to remain optimistic, convincing herself that Mason's reticence might stem from shyness. Unwilling to exacerbate his discomfort, she maintained a thoughtful silence throughout the journey to the house.After a while, Anna halted the car in front of an opulent duplex mansion. Exiting the car, they discovered Mason's parents already awaiting them near the gate, eager to welcome their new daughter-in-law.The surroundings of the mansion captivated Isabel; its grandeur was impossible to ignore. This luxurious abode was an unfamiliar territory for her, and the realization that she was now a part of it left her in disbelief.The sprawling garden adjacent to the mansion seized Isabel's attention, especially as she had always harbored a love for flowers. The vibrant array of blooms mesmerized her, momentarily stealing her focus.However, her reverie was interrupted when Mason, seemingly disinterested, moved away and settled on a cradle in the garden, engrossed
Third Person's POV:The night stretched on, the clock ticking past ten, and Mason showed no signs of returning. Nina's persistent calls to her son went unanswered, leaving her increasingly anxious. Frustrated and unable to reach Mason, she decided to reach out to two of his closest friends, hoping for some insight.Mason's friends were just as clueless about his whereabouts, deepening Nina's restlessness and frustration. Disappointed with Mason's indifferent behavior and apparent carelessness towards his newlywed wife, Nina couldn't help but scold him silently in her thoughts.Mr. John shared Nina's concern, his worry etched across his face. He contacted Mason's office manager, learning that Mason had left work in the evening. Bewildered about where his son could be at such a late hour, Mr. John repeatedly tried to reach Mason, only to be met with silence.Dinner remained untouched, the family held captive by the uncertainty of Mason's whereabouts. Nina hesitated to call Isabel for din
Third Person's POV:Mason, seething with frustration, begrudgingly obeyed his mother's command to return home. The last thing he desired was to comply, yet he acknowledged that defying his mother's wishes would only invite her wrath. Reluctantly, he decided it was more prudent to return on his own terms.In stark contrast, Isabel eagerly awaited her husband's return, her anticipation bordering on anxiety. As the night wore on, exhaustion set in, and her efforts to stay awake gradually waned. The bed, however, proved irresistibly inviting, and despite her resolve, Isabel succumbed to slumber, oblivious to the passing hours.The clock struck 4:00 in the morning when Mason finally arrived home. Surprised to find his parents still awake in the living room, he sensed his father's disappointment and chose a hasty retreat to his room, avoiding any confrontation.Nina, however, fixated a furious gaze on Mason and, unwilling to let him off easily, called out to him. Mason, nervously turning to
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***[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