Third Person's POV:Isabel's lips bore the imprint of her teeth as a strange, almost irresistible pain took root within her. His member tore through her, yet she couldn't bear the thought of him stopping. Tears welled in her eyes as Mason continued to press deeper into her. "So tight," he gasped, his words strained with effort. "So fucking tight."With each movement, Isabel felt a mounting pressure, reaching a point where she wondered how he could possibly go any further. Then, a sudden, sharp sting stole her breath, causing her to squeeze her eyes shut. Mason, gasping, filled her completely, planted his hands on either side of her head.Her fingers dug into his shoulders, bracing for the pain she knew would come, but the comforting warmth she'd felt was replaced by icy chips. Mason froze above her, his breath ragged. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his lips brushing her nose, her closed lids, her cheeks. "I'm sorry.""It's okay," she whispered back. He kissed her again, tenderly, before re
Third Person's POV:In the midst of her confusion, Mason unexpectedly slid into the camera frame alongside Isabel, filming them together. "Have you lost your mind? What's going on?" Isabel chuckled, finding Mason's sudden antics rather childish.Brushing him aside, Isabel went to get dressed, searching for her clothes from the night before. To her surprise, she found a bag containing a new floral mid-length dress and other essentials. "How did he manage all this so quickly?" she couldn't help but wonder.With a smile on her lips, Isabel glanced at Mason, who was busy capturing videos of the sea by the window. Still perplexed by his sudden enthusiasm, she quickly dressed and joined him, driven by her rumbling stomach.Soon, Mason and Isabel found themselves on the beach where breakfast awaited them. The breathtaking view of the sea made Isabel feel like she was living in a dream. Mason pulled out a chair for her, taking his seat opposite her."It feels surreal. I'm almost too captivate
Third Person's POV:The kiss grew more intense with each passing second, filling the car with the sound of their moans. Isabel felt herself yielding to the way his mouth claimed hers, exploring every corner. Her hand found its way to his neck, pulling him closer.Mason’s hands began traveling to the most sensitive parts of her body, making her throb and crave his touch. However, when he reached to pull down her underwear, Isabel's eyes fluttered open. Realization washed over her—they were still in the car.In an instant, Isabel pushed Mason away with all her strength. Frustrated by the interruption, he tried to claim her mouth again, but this time Isabel firmly got up. "What's wrong?" Mason asked, disappointed, fearing he might have hurt her."Mason, we're in the car. We can't do this here," she said, her cheeks burning with the embarrassment of possibly being seen. Mason grinned at her concern, his teasing nature coming to the fore."But you're soaking wet, love," he said playfully,
Third Person's POV:Mason stood motionless, words failing him as he grappled with his mistake. He felt like a coward, having made Isabel feel like a mere replacement for Addison. Meanwhile, Addison seized the opportunity to deepen Isabel's sorrow, making her feel even more pathetic."Change the passcode? How could he?" Addison sneered. "For your information, Isabel, the passcode is my birthdate, set by Mason himself. Doesn't that prove he's still obsessed with me? How can anyone forget their first love so easily?" She grinned triumphantly, watching Isabel crumble under the weight of her words.Isabel's eyes filled with more tears as Mason remained silent, unable to refute Addison's claims. This silence only confirmed Isabel's worst fears. "He's still in love with her while playing with my feelings," her mind screamed, convincing her that Mason had betrayed her once again."Isabel, please don't listen to her. I can explain everything. Just don't let her hurt you," Mason pleaded, gently
Third Person's POV:As the days and months slipped by, the bond between Mason and Isabel grew more intense and loving. Their dependence on each other deepened, and it was evident to everyone around them that their passion and feelings for each other were as strong as ever. Their happiness together radiated, bringing immense joy to both their families.Mason's parents, in particular, were overjoyed. Everything was unfolding exactly as they had hoped between Mason and Isabel, filling them with pride. They believed that as long as Isabel remained by Mason's side, he would face no distress in life. Eager to see them start anew, Mason's parents began planning for their remarriage.In the meantime, Isabel was living the best life she had ever known. Everything felt like a dream come true. Despite an underlying fear that each day of happiness with Mason might be her last, Mason's unwavering love and reassurance continually dispelled her doubts. Yet, Isabel couldn't fully trust him, haunted b
Third Person's POV:Addison waited patiently in Jeremy's chamber, aware that he was in the midst of a surgery. She had tried calling him, but he refused to speak with her once he knew it was her on the line. His behavior puzzled Addison, who couldn't fathom why he would ignore her so blatantly.Left with no other choice, she came to the hospital, convinced that Jeremy was her last hope to win Mason back. The news of Isabel and Mason's impending wedding had left her in turmoil. Determined to stop the marriage at any cost, she knew that if Mason remarried, her chances of reuniting with him would vanish.Frustrated and consumed by her thoughts, Addison lit a cigarette, disregarding the fact that she was in a doctor's office. When Jeremy finally entered, he was startled to find her there, his surprise quickly turning to disgust as he saw her smoking in the hospital."What the hell are you doing here?" Jeremy sounded annoyed, clearly displeased by her presence in his office without permiss
Third Person's POV:"Mason!" Isabel opened her eyes in horror, screaming at the top of her lungs. She looked around frantically, only to find herself in her bedroom, which made her sigh in relief. However, she could feel her sickness returning, unlike in the dream. "It was just a dream," Isabel told herself, feeling foolish. Yet, she couldn't shake the feeling of how real it had seemed.Pushing the thought aside, she lowered the temperature of the air conditioner, realizing she was sweating profusely. Glancing at the clock, she saw it was already evening; she had planned to go to the hospital today. Isabel regretted falling asleep so suddenly and having such a horrifying dream.Deciding to take a shower to wash away the sweat, her attention was caught by her ringing phone. She assumed it was Mason, but the caller ID showed it was Anna, who usually didn't call at this hour. Deciding to call her back later, Isabel headed towards the washroom, but the phone started ringing again."Hey, A
Third Person's POV:It had been five long days since Mason slipped into a coma. His family remained steadfast by his side, their voices filling the room with love and hope, but there was still no sign of him waking. Isabel, especially, refused to leave him, disregarding her own well-being entirely. She stayed by his side every second, her heart anchored to his.Each day, Isabel's prayers grew more desperate. She pleaded for Mason to regain consciousness, willing to trade anything for a miracle. The doctors had warned that the longer he remained unresponsive, the slimmer his chances of recovery. The thought of losing him gnawed at Isabel's spirit, leaving her mentally shattered and willing to sacrifice anything to see him open his eyes again.Following the doctor's advice, Isabel read Mason his favorite superhero comics from childhood. They hoped that familiar and cherished stories might spark something within him. Nina, understanding the depth of Mason's attachment to these tales, had
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