Third Person's POV: Isabel felt her heart fluttered as she absorbed Anna's comforting hug, unable to keep herself from hugging her back. "Do you want to talk to Mom and Dad about this?" Anna asked gently. "Mason needs to apologize for what he’s done to you."The very idea of involving Mason's parents was the last thing Isabel wanted. She was certain that Mason would react violently if she said anything to his parents. Breaking the embrace, Isabel looked at Anna, her eyes wide with fear. "Please, don’t tell Mom and Dad. Mason won’t handle it well if you do."Anna's confusion deepened as she saw Isabel's fear. "Did he threaten you if you told Mom and Dad?"Isabel’s silence was all the answer Anna needed. "This is getting out of hand," Anna said, her frustration evident. "He’s hurting you, and you’re afraid to involve anyone because of his threats. He’ll keep hurting you if you don’t do something.""We can’t change the past, Anna," Isabel replied, a bitter smile curling on her lips. "Mar
Third Person's POV:The house buzzed with festive activity in anticipation of Mason's grandmother’s arrival. The maids hurried about, following Nina’s instructions meticulously, knowing how much her mother-in-law despised imperfection.Isabel had taken on the task of cooking for the grandmother, determined to make a good impression. Since morning, she’d been in the kitchen, pouring her heart into every dish. She knew that earning the grandmother’s approval was no easy feat, and she was determined to avoid any mistakes.When Nina had described her mother-in-law’s exacting nature and her tendency to be critical, Isabel had realized just how challenging it would be to win her praise. Yet, despite her trepidation, Isabel longed to hear compliments about her cooking, even as she braced herself for potential criticism of her imperfections.Though she tried to project a calm demeanor, Isabel couldn’t hide her nervousness about meeting the grandmother. The thought of facing her harsh judgments
Third Person's POV:As the grandmother started to leave, Mason's frustration turned toward Isabel. He blamed her for the entire scene, leaving Isabel bewildered and unsure of what to do next. Nina and John desperately tried to convince the grandmother to stay, apologizing profusely and pleading with her, but she was too stubborn, feeling deeply humiliated by their defense of Isabel."Grammy, please don’t leave... I’ll..." Isabel began to plead, but her words only fueled the grandmother’s fury, who erupted into a torrent of curses."You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? This is exactly what you wanted— to tear our family apart!" Mason shouted, his anger piercing through Isabel and leaving her terrified and guilt-ridden.Isabel tried to apologize, but the grandmother refused to hear a word from her. After relentless begging from Nina, John, and Mason, the grandmother finally agreed to stay, but only on the condition that Isabel be kept away from her completely during her visit. Nina and John
Third Person's POV:Isabel’s heart sank at the news of Mason’s potential remarriage. She struggled to accept what Martha had said, dismissing it as a misunderstanding. But Martha’s firm confirmation left no room for doubt.Desperate for clarity, Isabel crept toward the hallway, even though she knew eavesdropping was wrong. Her instincts drove her to uncover the truth, despite the risk.As she listened, the words pierced her heart. “What if Isabel tries to stop the marriage?” Mason’s cousin asked, sending a jolt of pain through her.“I’ll handle it. I’ll make sure Isabel stays out of the way. I can’t even die in peace knowing my grandson is wasting his life with this trash,” Mason’s grandmother declared, her disdain clear in her voice.Isabel felt trapped, her body trembling with each harsh word. She silently prayed Mason would stand up against the planned marriage, hoping for a shred of resistance.“You’re the best, Grammy. My life was falling apart with Isabel, and now marrying Addiso
Third Person's POV:Isabel struggled to hold back her tears as she faced Grandmother’s scorn. She wanted to defend herself, to make Grandmother see that she wasn’t trying to manipulate anyone. Isabel longed to explain that, despite the insults and hostility, she had always approached others with compassion and respect. But her upbringing had taught her to honor her elders, even when they were cruel. She knew that stooping to their level would only tarnish her own integrity. In her heart, she believed silence was often the best response to those who couldn’t appreciate kindness.With a heavy heart, Isabel left the room and headed to the kitchen to prepare coffee for Nina. The thought of Nina’s stress over the news of Mason’s impending marriage weighed heavily on her. Isabel wanted to shield Nina from the painful truth until she was certain Nina had heard it from someone else. She knew that once Nina found out, she would likely blame herself and be overwhelmed with guilt.When Isabel ar
Third Person's POV: Addison was intentionally trying to provoke Isabel, hoping to make her angry so she could later report it to Mason. She knew how much Mason disliked Isabel, and she might find it entertaining to see her get scolded. She could see that her actions were affecting Isabel, who was unable to even make eye contact and seemed scared. This only fueled Addison's ego, and she took the opportunity to humiliate Isabel further. "What's wrong, Isabel? Cat got your tongue? Or are you just too lowly to speak in front of me?", she taunted, feeling proud of herself for being superior to Isabel in every way. Isabel tried to resist the urge to respond but she couldn't hold back any longer. She realized that Addison was intentionally trying to provoke her, and she wasn't going to let her get away with it. "Perhaps you consider me low, but I am not as low as you are. At least I'm not a second option or a replacement for anyone, like you are", Isabel replied, her voice filled with co
Third Person's POV:Isabel had skipped college for a couple of days before Christmas, which caused her to miss some important classes. As her final semester was just two months away, it was crucial for her to attend the classes regularly, but Isabel failed to do so. Olivia, Isabel's best friend, became worried about her absence from college and the missed notes. Olivia tried to talk to Isabel on the phone a few times and suggested meeting with her to catch up on the classes, but Isabel always gave the excuse of being too busy with the guests in her house.After several unsuccessful attempts to meet with Isabel, Olivia decided to take the matter into her own hands and pay Isabel a visit. Olivia's primary objective was to provide Isabel with the essential notes and catch up on the classes she missed. However, Olivia also wanted to meet Isabel's new family, particularly her husband, Mason. So she finally went to meet Isabel and was surprised to find that Mason opened the door for her. Ol
Third Person's POV:Mason's grandmother was impressed with Addison's beauty and intelligence from the moment she met her. Despite coming from a wealthy and high-class family, Addison possessed a natural grace and poise that captivated everyone's attention, including Mason's grandmother. She knew that Addison was the perfect match for her grandson and felt proud of his choice.Mason was overjoyed to see his grandmother's approval of Addison. She was the first woman he had ever fallen for, and his feelings for her had only grown stronger since she started interning at his father's company. The thought of spending his life with Addison filled him with happiness, and he couldn't believe that his dream was finally becoming a reality with his grandmother's help.Mason's grandmother was eager to see Mason and Addison get married as soon as possible. She believed Isabel was a hindrance to their relationship and wanted her gone. She invited Addison's parents over for dinner to confirm the wedd
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