I had invited my parents over to dinner because I wanted to break the news to them. I couldn't help but be nervous because I didn't know how they would react to me getting married especially at a young age.
I was currently setting up the dinner table but I knew my nerves were getting in my way because I could literally see my hands shaky when I put the spoons on the table.
My father was really overprotective he wouldn't even allow be to have a boyfriend in high school let alone a boy who was a friend. I knew he would not take the news all too well but deep down I was hoping that he would.
I then went to the kitchen and found my sister removing the lasagna from the oven and God my mouth was watery already.
Thinking about how I will sink my teeth into it, my sister really was an amazing cook her food was to die for. While me on the other hand I could make really great eggs if that counts.
'Don't even think about it.' my sister warns
'I'm sorry it seems like I heard you saying that you were getting married.' my father says chuckling while looking at my mother. Only her focus was on me.'That was a good one honey but why are we here really?' he asks again it looked like he did not believe me I mean I couldn't blame him.I just held out my hand to his face and showed my ring.'I'm serious father.' I say, that's when his laughter died down and he looked between Ace and I, and he was really throwing mean daggers at Ace but then his gaze met mine and I saw disappointment in his eyes.That's when he suddenly stood up and it happened in the blink of an eye. One second he was besides my mother the next he was holding Ace by his collar.'Father let him go.' I try pleading but he didn't pay me any attention.'What is wrong with you Isabella, you are barely an adult and you are fucking getting married I raised you better than that.' My father says angryly.'What
'Izzy you better get your butt out here!' I groan, I knew bringing him here was a bad idea.'Do I really have to Ron?' I whine I felt like I was naked in this fabric it barely covered anything.'Isabella if you don't get your ass out here I swear to God tha-''Okay, okay I'm coming calm down.' I look at myself in the mirror again I sigh.Currently we were at a wedding dress store, I had brought Ruby and Ron with me. Since my mother didn't want to be part of my wedding I don't understand why both of my parents are making a big deal out of this, is it so hard for them to support their daughter.I shook my head and breathed in and out trying to calm my nerves. I looked at myself one more time at the mirror then exited the room.That's when I heard Ron gasp.'Yes this is it!' he says while clapping his hands.I just stood there and turned to Ruby, she had that weird look on her face again. This is really getting weird I need to ask
You can do this, I try to reassure myself.'Are you getting cold feet sweets?''I-I'm just nervous is all.' I felt my palms become sweaty what is wrong with me all of the sudden just seconds ago I was ecstatic but now I'm nervous as hell.'It's okay Izzy, it's perfectly normal for you to be nervous now everything is going to be okay, push those ugly thoughts away and think about the hunk of a man waiting for you.'I let out the breath of air I did not realize I was holding.Ron then extended his hand towards me I then grabbed hold of it and our fingers intertwined and he squeezed my hand and somehow that little action made me feel better so I smiled at him and nodded my head.**********Ron was the one walking me down the aisle, I wanted to smile so bad but I couldn't bring myself to do it thinking about my father, it was supposed to be him walking me down the aisle on my special day.He was the one who should have been c
I went to my so called room, when I got inside I immediately went over to the bed. I climbed on top of it, I didn't bother taking off my dress my mind was all over the place. I went over to my pillow and I could already feel the tears dripping down my face, I have no idea how to describe the pain I am feeling right now what have I done wrong? I never would I have thought I would be spending my wedding night alone, cold yearning for love while my husband lays just a few doors away from me but he did not want me to be with him. ************* I barely slept that night, I kept on thinking about all the ways I would have offended Ace but I couldn't find any. I kept thinking back at how he was happy at our wedding at least I thought he was. I just sighed and forced myself out of bed, I then went over to the bathroom when I looked at the mirror, I saw what a mess I was God I looked so horrible, my makeup ruined from all of the crying. My eyes l
It has been a few days since mine and Ace's wedding and he has either been yelling at me or ignoring me like I did not exist. My heart was aching in my head I was wondering if there was something wrong with me, if I did anything to offend him. I felt my phone ringing by the nightstand. I went over and then I took it when I looked at the caller ID I saw that it was Ron. Debating as to whether I should answer it or not but knowing Ron I knew he would continue calling me until I actually answered him so to save us both the trouble I decided it was best to answer him. 'Hey sweets!' he yells through the phone I groan. 'Seriously was i-' 'Soo how was the sex is he big!? Did you like it I read somewhere that when he first puts it i-' 'don't even finish that sentence Ron.' I warn. 'in...' 'what don't get all shy on me now so how big was he?' 'Well I -' Before I could finish what I
'And you believed him?' To say that his words hurt me would be an understatement does he not even trust me, his own wife?'I have known Jerry for years and-''And how long have you known me? To top it all off I am your fucking wife for goodness sakes.' he just narrows his eyes at me.'Ace what is going on with you what happened to the man I decided to marry, the man I fell in love with, we haven't even been married for two fricking weeks and you are already giving me the cold shoulder what on earth did I do so I can rectify my mistakes?' I look at him pleadingly but he did not look affected by my words.' Fuck this was a mistake.' he mumbles low but not low enough because I heard him.' What is a mistake?' my voice trembling as I ask him but he just shook his head and left, left me yet again looking at him retreating from my room I just stared at the door.************The next morning I decided it was time for me to go ba
Ever felt like running away to somewhere where no one knew who you were. Where you could be free without any fears of being judged by anyone?Yeah well that is how I'm feeling right now. I could feel so many eyes staring at me. After our little conversation it did not take long before class actually began. Now almost everyone... Mostly girls were staring at me.I was just staring at the clock not really listening to what the professor was saying. Maybe Ron was right I shouldn't have come back here so soon I should have let the talks dial down before I returned to school.'Isabella?' I look at miss Goldfeather.'mhh?' I hum in response.'I asked you a question.' she states then waits for me to answer God what did she ask I wasn't listening to anything she was saying. I looked over to Ron for help but he just shrugged.'...' I just look back at her and she just continued staring at me for a good full minute.' In my class I need y
I was staring at the ceiling while laying on the bed thinking about the kiss Ace and I had. Unfortunately we got interrupted by Ace's phone and he said it was important so he had to take it.Things are finally falling into place, Ron was right I shouldn't have overreacted about the whole thing I guess he was just adjusting to his new life.**********As soon as my alarm went off I immediately jumped off the bed. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and washed my face. Today I made sure the alarm woke me up early so I can catch Ace before he went to work.I made my way downstairs and my mood was instantly ruined when I saw James in the kitchen.'Good morning.' I mumble and she doesn't answer me.'I said good morning.' I say this time a little louder. She was making a big deal out of me yesterday for not talking to her so she needs to practice what she preaches.'I heard you the first time.' she snaps and I narrow m
**Logan's POV**The moment I stepped out of her apartment, the evening air did little to cool the fire in my veins. I needed to shake off the effect she had on me. **Isabella.** She was a distraction—a dangerous one. I hated the way she had gotten under my skin, but there was no denying it. This little game was getting more intense with each passing second. As I drove back to my place, I replayed the events of the evening. Her defiance, the way she looked at me when she thought I couldn’t see her. That damn spark in her eyes that made me want to both crush her and protect her all at once. But I didn’t have time for this now.Danny was waiting when I arrived. My second-in-command was leaning against the wall near the door, a cigarette hanging from his lips. “You’re late, boss,” he muttered, flicking the cigarette away and crushing it under his boot. His eyes darted toward me, reading my mood. "You good?"“Where is he?” I barked, ignoring his question. Danny nodded, understanding the s
The evening was quiet as Isabella hummed softly, chopping vegetables in her kitchen, the warm smell of lasagna filling the small space. She had been looking forward to a peaceful night alone, just her and her homemade dinner. That’s when a sharp knock echoed through the house, interrupting the quiet.Isabella paused, the knife still in her hand. She glanced at the clock. 5:30 pm. Who would be visiting at this time? Wiping her hands on a dish towel, she moved to the front door. When she opened it, there was no one there—just a large package sitting on her doorstep, wrapped in elegant blue paper and tied with a bow. Her eyes darted up and down the street. Nothing. Not a single person in sight. A slight frown formed on her face as she bent down, hesitating for a moment before picking up the box and bringing it inside. She set it on the kitchen counter, curiosity bubbling inside her.“What the hell is this?” she muttered to herself as she pulled the bow loose and carefully unwrapped the
Logan’s pulse hammered in his ears as he pinned her against the door, his large hands gripping Isabella’s arms tightly enough to hold her in place but not enough to hurt her. His lips crashed onto hers without thinking, the need to possess her overriding every rational thought. It wasn’t supposed to be like this—he wasn’t supposed to lose control. Not with her. But the moment her lips met his, every ounce of cold, calculated restraint shattered. She tasted like trouble and he hated it. Hated the way his body responded to her, hated the fire that ignited between them the second he touched her. He wasn’t the type of man to be moved by women, especially not someone like Isabella. "Get her out of your system," Logan’s mind growled. "This is just sexual frustration. It’s nothing more." But as his hand slipped up her thigh, gripping the soft skin under her dress, he felt her body tremble, not with desire but with fear. Panic. The second his fingers brushed the thin fabric of her underwea
The stillness of the night enveloped Izzy as she abruptly woke up, her mind hazy and disoriented. The quiet of the house almost seemed oppressive, the ticking of the clock on her nightstand magnifying the deafening silence that wrapped around her. She blinked several times, trying to shake off the grogginess, and slowly the events of earlier that evening came rushing back. Logan’s touch. His lips on hers. The possessive way he held her against the door. The intensity of the kiss that had left her breathless and vulnerable. She sat up in bed, heart racing as she thought about it. Embarrassment flushed her cheeks as she recalled the way she had let herself melt into the moment, how easily she had given in to the heat between them. But then… then she had panicked. The second his hand had started to trail up her dress, her body froze, not in desire but in fear. That old, familiar fear that Ace had burned into her. "Ace," she whispered under her breath, feeling a cold shudder ripple thr
Izzy stood at the bus stop, her eyes scanning the street, lost in thought about her conversation with Ron earlier. She had managed to avoid most of his questions about Logan, but she knew it wasn’t the end. Ron would pry more—it was in his nature. But the truth? She couldn't tell him that. Not about Logan being "D." Not about the threats. Not about what she'd seen Logan do.A sleek black car pulled up in front of her, snapping her back to the present. The tinted window rolled down, and Logan’s sharp, dark eyes locked onto hers from the driver’s seat.“Get in,” he said flatly, his voice leaving no room for argument.Her pulse quickened, and she took a step back, shaking her head. "I’m walking."Logan’s gaze hardened, his fingers tapping the steering wheel with a dangerous kind of patience. “Isabella,” he said slowly,the way he said her name sent shivers down her spine"I’m not asking. If you don’t get in the car, I’ll make you. And I don’t think you want that."Her heart skipped a beat,
Izzy sat cross-legged on her bed, idly flipping through a magazine while Ron lounged across from her, leaning against a pile of pillows. They had been hanging out for the better part of the afternoon, their usual banter filling the room with lighthearted chatter. But Ron was never one to miss an opportunity to dig into something that intrigued him.He glanced at her, then narrowed his eyes playfully. “Okay, spill it. How exactly do you know Logan? And don’t give me that ‘he just showed up’ nonsense.”Izzy felt her stomach flip, her fingers suddenly tightening on the edges of the magazine. She had been expecting this conversation—Ron was way too curious to just let it slide—but that didn’t make it any easier to navigate. How could she explain any of it without revealing too much?She put the magazine down, trying to maintain a neutral expression. “We just kind of... crossed paths.”Ron sat up straighter, his eyes gleaming with interest. “Crossed paths? Izzy, that guy came running to yo
Izzy entered the college campus with a mix of relief and anxiety. The bright morning sun illuminated the quad where students milled about, their voices a comforting background hum. She spotted her friend—Ron standing with Megan, and Josh—gathered under a large oak tree near the fountain. Ron, always the center of attention with his animated stories, had a crowd of students laughing along with him.As Izzy approached, Ron’s eyes lit up with recognition. “Hey, look who’s finally graced us with her presence! Did you get lost on a secret adventure or something?”Megan and Josh turned their attention to her, their smiles fading into expressions of concern. “Hey, Izzy,” Megan said, her voice gentle. “We were starting to worry. You disappeared pretty quickly the other night.”Izzy forced a smile, trying to push away the shadows of recent events. “Yeah, it’s been a bit of a whirlwind. I had to... deal with some stuff.”Josh leaned forward, his curiosity evident. “Deal with what? You’ve got us
Izzy descended the stairs, her head still throbbing from the events of last night. As she reached the lower level, she found Logan in the foyer, engaged in conversation with a group of well-dressed men. Their gazes fell on her immediately, and she felt a rush of discomfort under their scrutiny. One of the men, a tall figure with slicked-back hair and a designer suit, eyed her with a smirk. “Well, look who’s up,” he said, his tone condescending. “Feeling better, I hope?”Another man, stockier with a grizzled face, looked her up and down with a smirk. “She doesn’t look too great. Seems like she had quite a night.”A third man, with a neatly trimmed beard and a cocky attitude, leaned in and whispered to his companions, “Did you see the way she was dressed last night? Talk about making an impression.”Izzy felt her face flush with embarrassment. She wanted to retreat, but Logan’s presence was a stern reminder that there was nowhere to hide.Logan’s expression darkened as he noticed their
Izzy woke with a start, her eyes fluttering open to an unfamiliar room bathed in soft morning light. She blinked a few times, trying to make sense of where she was. The bed beneath her was large, luxurious, and far too comfortable to be her own. As she attempted to sit up, a sharp pain shot through her temples, forcing her to groan and lay her head back down on the pillow.Her mind was foggy, the events of the previous night a blur. She closed her eyes, trying to piece together what had happened. There had been a party… her friends… dancing… then the guy—her body tensed at the memory of him, his hands on her, pulling her into that room. Tears welled up in her eyes as the details came flooding back, a sickening knot forming in her stomach as she remembered what he had tried to do. And then, Logan. He had come for her. Saved her.Logan.The thought of him made her heart pound in a way she didn’t want to acknowledge. She remembered how safe she had felt in his arms, the way her fear had