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
Third Person's POV:Days were passing by, and after the wedding date was fixed, Addison started visiting Mason's house more frequently. She spent most of her time with Mason's grandmother and became quite close to her. Whenever Mason was home, he didn't hesitate to take Addison to his room, disregarding his parents disapproval. John and Nina felt powerless to intervene as Mason's grandmother had forbidden them to do so. Nina felt so guilty that she avoided Isabel and locked herself in her room most of the time. She couldn't bear the thought of how Isabel was coping with the situation and the guilt of having destroyed her life made Nina feel suffocated.Isabel, on the other hand, remained calm and composed. She tried her best not to let her emotions show and acted as though nothing was wrong. She had even refused her friend Olivia's suggestion to leave before the wedding after being challenged by Addison. Isabel wanted to prove to herself and to others that she was not broken and that
Third Person's POV: The next day, Nina was minding her own business in her room when out of nowhere, Mason's grandmother barged in. Nina had always respected her mother-in-law, but at that moment, she couldn't help but feel annoyed by her sudden appearance. Confused, Nina asked, "Mom, do you need anything?" But the grandmother didn't reply right away. Instead, she sat down beside Nina and observed her for a while. It was an uncomfortable silence that lingered in the air. Eventually, the grandmother broke the silence and said, "You're totally against this marriage, aren't you? I'm also sure that you began to hate me as well." Nina was taken aback by her words and couldn't find the energy to argue. Mason's grandmother released a heavy sigh, hurt that Nina didn't prove her wrong. "Do you even realize how that Ugly girl made you hate me when you always adored and respected me?", she began blaming Isabel for everything. Nina couldn't help but raise her voice in defense of Isa
Third Person's POV: The lazy afternoon was supposed to be a peaceful respite for Anna, but fate had other plans. As she dozed off, her ringing cellphone went unanswered, and John was left with no choice but to call the landline. The problem was, amidst the flurry of guests bustling around the house, the persistent ring of the phone went unnoticed. No one seemed to care enough to answer it, but the ringing grew louder and more urgent with every passing moment. It was only when Anna stirred from her nap and picked up the phone that she realized something was amiss. Her father's voice on the other end of the line was shaky and tense, and Anna's heart sank after what she heard. "Ac...ci...dent", Anna stuttered, her breath catching in her throat. John hung up the phone without giving any details, leaving Anna frozen in shock. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to process the news, and a concerned guest noticed her change of expression. Anna couldn't hold back her emotions any lon
Third Person's POV:The nurse's words were like a punch to the gut, leaving everyone speechless and shaking with fear. John stepped forward, his voice barely above a whisper as he asked the question that hung heavy in the air: "Wh...What happened to mom?""She lost a significant amount of blood due to the multiple cuts on her body. We urgently need two bags of O-negative blood, but unfortunately, we don't have that blood type in our hospital," the nurse explained, her voice grave and serious."What do you mean you don't have her blood type?" Mason demanded, his fear and panic palpable."It means we need to get that blood as soon as possible to save her life," the nurse replied and it was terrifying for everyone to hear.Mason refused to give up hope. He pleaded to the nurse to continue the operation and promised that they would find the blood their grandmother needed."We have no other options, Mason. I don't think any of our family members have the same blood group as my grandmother
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