Isla Martinez, a dedicated flight attendant, has long sworn off love after a painful past, finding solace only in the skies as she navigates the world of wealthy, demanding passengers. Her life takes an unexpected turn when she crosses paths with Adrian Blackwell, a reclusive billionaire struggling under the weight of his family’s expectations and the loneliness that comes with his wealth. Despite their different worlds, an undeniable connection begins to form between them. Over several flights, Isla and Adrian share fleeting moments that slowly deepen into something more. As their attraction grows, Adrian reveals his vulnerabilities, while Isla grapples with her fear of getting hurt. When a life-threatening emergency forces them to work together, their bond intensifies, but Isla’s insecurities hold her back from giving in to the love blossoming between them. Just as their feelings come to the forefront, Isla pulls away, convinced that she’s not the woman Adrian truly needs. But Adrian, determined to fight for their love, makes a bold move to prove his commitment. In the end, both Isla and Adrian must confront their fears and trust in each other, discovering that true love is worth the risk.
View MoreIt’s funny how the mind works. How it can replay moments from the past when you least expect it, especially the ones you thought you had locked away. It’s not even something I consciously choose to do; it just happens. Like now. As I’m folding the last of the blankets in the cabin, getting ready for my next flight, the memory of Adrian Blackwell flashes through my mind again, uninvited. That quiet, distant gaze. The brief, electric tension between us. It all felt… different. And I don’t like different. I can’t afford to like different. The thing is, I’ve been here before. I’ve been in relationships where I allowed myself to believe in something more. I allowed myself to think that maybe, just maybe, I could be seen for who I really am, not just as the flight attendant who brings drinks and blankets. But each time, I was wrong. Every. Single. Time. My mind drifts back to one particular memory, one I haven’t thought about in a while. It was years ago, back when I was still hopeful.
The hum of the engines as the plane takes off is oddly soothing. It’s a noise I’ve grown used to, something that’s always been part of my life. The vibrations of the aircraft beneath my feet, the soft whirr of the turbines, the gentle sway of the sky—it’s like a familiar lullaby I’ve listened to for years. But today, it feels different. There’s a tension in the air, something I can’t quite explain, something thick and unspoken, almost electric. Today, I’m on a private flight from New York to Los Angeles. The sort of flight that only a select few can afford. I’ve flown on private jets before, but something about this one feels... different. Maybe it’s the weight of anticipation. Or maybe it’s the passenger I’ve been assigned to. Adrian Blackwell. His name has been lingering in the back of my mind ever since that first time I heard it, that first whisper of his presence among the other crew members. It’s impossible to ignore someone like him. A billionaire, famous for his cold demeano
The soft hum of the airplane engines is a comforting backdrop to my thoughts as I make my way through the terminal. Today’s flight was a quick one—only a few hours, but I’m already bracing myself for the next. I’ve gotten so used to this routine that I could do it with my eyes closed, but something about the endless repetition leaves a hollow feeling in my chest. A nagging emptiness that I can’t quite shake, no matter how many miles I fly or how many faces I see. I can never get away from the truth of it all—that the connections I make are always fleeting, like wisps of smoke disappearing the moment I think I might hold on to them. As I enter the staff lounge, my colleagues are buzzing with chatter about today’s passengers. Nothing extraordinary, they say. Just the usual crowd. But as usual, I keep my thoughts to myself. I nod and smile, offering polite responses where required, but inside, I’m already thinking about the next phase of my day, the next flight, the next moment where I
It’s 4:30 in the morning when my alarm starts blaring. I roll over, squinting at the screen. The numbers stare back at me like an old enemy. It’s too early for this, but I’ve been at this job long enough to know that my body doesn’t have a say anymore. The days blur together—late nights, early mornings, endless flights, and the same routine that starts again every time the sun rises. I don’t bother snoozing the alarm. I’ve learned the hard way that the extra five minutes never help. So, I throw off the covers, slide my feet to the floor, and stand up. The floor is cold, but that’s the least of my worries right now. I can already hear the sound of the coffee brewing from the kitchen, my one comfort. I stand in front of the mirror for a minute, letting my reflection come into focus. My hair is messy from sleep, and my eyes are still heavy. A sigh escapes me as I run my fingers through my hair, trying to pull it back into something manageable. My uniform is already laid out, folded nea
It’s 4:30 in the morning when my alarm starts blaring. I roll over, squinting at the screen. The numbers stare back at me like an old enemy. It’s too early for this, but I’ve been at this job long enough to know that my body doesn’t have a say anymore. The days blur together—late nights, early mornings, endless flights, and the same routine that starts again every time the sun rises. I don’t bother snoozing the alarm. I’ve learned the hard way that the extra five minutes never help. So, I throw off the covers, slide my feet to the floor, and stand up. The floor is cold, but that’s the least of my worries right now. I can already hear the sound of the coffee brewing from the kitchen, my one comfort. I stand in front of the mirror for a minute, letting my reflection come into focus. My hair is messy from sleep, and my eyes are still heavy. A sigh escapes me as I run my fingers through my hair, trying to pull it back into something manageable. My uniform is already laid out, folded nea...
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