All Chapters of Never meant to be: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Isabella - The day had already tested my patience by the time my phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen and groaned when I saw my mother’s name. Bracing myself, I answered with a strained “Hi, Mom.” “Isabella, darling, don’t forget about the family dinner tomorrow,” she chirped, her voice far too cheerful for what she was asking me to endure. “Mom, I don’t think I can make it,” I replied, trying to sound regretful rather than desperate. “Work has been insane, and I’m swamped with deadlines. Plus, my boss is... demanding.” “Work will survive without you for one evening,” she countered, her tone firm. “This is important, Isabella. Family is important.” I nearly laughed at the irony. “Family” h

Logan -The evening felt like one of those mandatory, soul-sucking events where I had to plaster a polite smile on my face and endure the pleasantries for the sake of business. The product launch party was in full swing, the room buzzing with executives, influencers, and a handful of journalists snapping photos.And then there she was: Paris Prescott, or rather Patty.She was poised, glowing under the bright lights, and every bit the picture-perfect model we needed for the campaign. The photographers loved her, their cameras clicking furiously as she posed with the product. I stood back, watching the show, a strange mixture of pride and unease settling in my chest.Once the press cleared out, leaving behind only the VIPs and the less enthusiastic staff, Patty spotted me. Her smile was wide, warm, and practiced. She approached with the grace of someone who knew how to own any room she walked into.“Logan,” she said, her voice smooth and familiar. “It’s been a long time.”I nodded, main

Isabella -“I wasn't expecting this view,” a throaty, deep masculine voice drawled from the bed.I shrieked, spun around, and instinctively covered my naked form with my arms.“It's a bit late for that, don’t you think?” Logan remarked dryly, cocking one arrogantly slashing eyebrow."What the hell are you doing here?" I screamed."Shhh! You will wake up the entire house." He jumped off the bed and stepped closer, his gaze intense.“What do you want?” I said desperately, a slightly hysterical note in my voice."I….," I just came here to check how you were settling down, but… I can see you're doing just fine," he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes."I have to get dressed!" I whimpered."Well, there's nothing I have never seen before," he said with a smirk, making me blush furiously."Just get out, Logan," I said firmly, trying to ignore the fluttering in my stomach."I'll be waiting outside. Just let me know when you're ready," he said, his eyes lingering on me for a moment longer be

Isabella's POV: High SchoolThe fluorescent lights of the cafeteria buzzed faintly. I was seated at my usual table near the back, surrounded by my friends, laughing over something trivial, when I saw him. Logan Sinclair.He walked past the row of tables. His laughter carried across the room, and my heart did its usual traitorous flip. I quickly looked down, pretending to be engrossed in the sandwich I wasn’t eating.“Caught you staring again,” my friend Elena teased, nudging me with her elbow.“I wasn’t staring,” I said quickly, though the heat rising to my cheeks betrayed me.“Oh, come on,” she said with a knowing smirk. “When are you finally going to tell Logan you like him?”My friends erupted into giggles, and I shook my head vehemently. “Never,” I said, laughing nervously. “Are you crazy? He’s way out of my league. Besides, he has a girlfriend, remember?”Elena rolled her eyes. “Patty Prescott? Please. That girl is so overrated. You’re way prettier than her, Isabella.”“Yeah,” ch

Isabella -I stayed frozen just beyond the threshold of Logan’s office, my hand still resting on the doorknob.Paris turned her head toward me, her perfectly arched brow lifting slightly as if to say, What do you want now? Her lips curved into that infuriatingly smug smile, the same one she’d worn countless times in high school when she knew she had the upper hand.Logan, meanwhile, looked like someone had hit pause on him mid-breath. His tie was slightly askew, the loose knot a glaring detail in an otherwise pristine appearance. Paris’s hand lingered dangerously close to it, and though Logan had stepped back, the scene before me painted a clear picture.“I didn’t realize you were in the middle of something,” I said, my voice calm but edged with steel.Logan immediately shook off whatever trance he’d been in and straightened, his eyes locking onto mine. “Isabella,” he began, taking a step forward. “What’s wrong?”“Nothing,” I replied, lifting the folder in my hand. “Just bringing the