All Chapters of Never meant to be: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

IsabellaThe drive had been long and exhausting.But as soon as we passed between the towering stone pillars flanking the entrance to his estate, the landscape before us silenced my inner monologue.The wrought-iron gate creaked open after Logan punched in a security code, revealing a driveway flanked by trees ablaze with the colors of autumn.Brilliant shades of orange, rust, and gold filled my vision, their vibrancy increased by the clear afternoon light. The crisp autumn air swept in as Logan rolled the window down, scattering a few leaves across the dashboard before they drifted lazily out of the car.I couldn’t stop myself from leaning forward, my eyes wide as I took it all in. “Wow,” I murmured, almost forgetting who I was sitting next to.“It’s... beautiful,” I admitted reluctantly, watching the leaves swirl in the breeze. “You could’ve warned me this place looks like a postcard.”“I prefer to let my estate speak for itself,” he said with mock humility, steering the car up the c

Isabella -The next morning, I woke up in my room, sunlight streaming through the curtains. For a moment, I lay there, blinking against the light, trying to piece together how I had gotten there.The last thing I remembered was sitting on the couch with Logan, watching TV. Had I fallen asleep? My brows furrowed as the realization dawned.Did Logan carry me here?The idea of him carrying me felt oddly intimate, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about that. Well, I’d have to ask him later. For now, my rumbling stomach had other priorities.I swung my legs over the side of the bed and padded out of the room, following the delicious aroma wafting from the kitchen. As I entered, I found Logan standing by the stove, a spatula in hand, looking infuriatingly good in a plain gray T-shirt and jeans. The scent of fresh bacon and eggs filled the air, making my stomach growl audibly.“Morning,” he said without turning around, clearly aware of my presence. “Sleep well?”I crossed my arms, leaning again

Isabella -"What do I want?" I asked.“Continue what we started in the stable," he replied with a knowing smile.My mouth went dry. That kiss had left me wanting more.I closed my eyes and went for it; my lips met his. I shifted my forearms up onto his shoulders and dug my fingers into the back of his thick hair. His lips—soft and warm and wet—became more eager, seeking my jaw and neck. His arms wound tightly around me, pulling me against him, nearly lifting me off mytoes.His hand snaked under the back of my shirt. He wanted clothes to come off as badly as I did. It was so cute how his fingers messed up the bra clasp. He was so smooth. It was good to know that he couldn't make the whole universe do what he wanted.“Here. Let me,” I muttered.I lifted my shirt over my head and then clutched it to my chest.“There is nobody else in the house, right?" I didn't want to risk getting caught by some staff.He laughed as he took the shirt from me and threw it on the bench in the hallway. "Ye

Isabella - I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms as I eyed Logan skeptically. “Even if you’re telling the truth, how am I supposed to believe you? You’re so good at lying.” Logan smirked, leaning against the kitchen counter like he had all the time in the world. “Not my fault I excel at everything.” I rolled my eyes so hard I thought they might get stuck. “Oh, fine. I believe you. You’re a very modest and chaste man. Happy?” “Hmm,” he mused, his lips curving into a cocky grin. “Sounds like you’re jealous.” “Jealous?” I laughed, gesturing wildly. “Why would I be jealous? There’s nothing going on between us except—” He raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening as he filled in the blank. “Except we’re only screwing each other?” I gasped, pointing a f

Isabella The office party wasn’t as bad as I had anticipated. Sure, the music was a little too loud, and someone had inevitably chosen a playlist that screamed “middle-aged dad at a barbecue,” but the energy was good. People were mingling, the food was decent, and I didn’t have Logan hovering over me like a smug shadow. Logan, of course, was off doing his executive thing—talking to the higher-ups, shaking hands, and charming the pants off everyone. Well, figuratively. I hoped. That left me free to mingle without the constant tension of our... complex relationship. That’s how I ended up chatting with Patrick from IT. Patrick was adorable in a nerdy, bespectacled way. He had an easy smile, a button-up shirt, and a knack for telling stories that were surprisingly captivating. I was drawn to his unassuming demeanor—