All Chapters of SOFT CURVES: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

PRESENT DAY...Vincent’s parents welcomed Matthew with open arms, their faces glowing with joy. Their happiness was unmistakable, and it was clear how much the young boy had already touched their hearts. To them, Matthew wasn’t just a child; he was a bridge of hope and a living symbol of reconciliation. Their gestures were warm and inviting, ensuring Isla that her son would be loved and cherished in this new environment. Yet, amidst the smiles and laughter, Isla couldn’t shake off a lingering unease.For Isla, the warmth of the welcome was bittersweet. The echoes of her own fractured past weighed heavily on her heart, and the absence of her father and stepmother loomed large in her thoughts. She couldn’t help but recall how different the atmosphere in the mansion had been when her family was complete. Every corner of the grand estate seemed to whisper memories of a time when love and unity prevailed. The vibrant presence of her father, who had always been her anchor, and the careful y

A warm wave of nostalgia and emotion surged through Isla as her eyes settled on the familiar place before her. It was as though time itself had stood still, preserving this piece of their shared history. Every detail—the sprawling acacia tree, the faint scent of roses carried by the wind, and the soft rustle of leaves—brought back a flood of memories. This was where their love story had truly begun, where laughter, whispered dreams, and promises had been exchanged beneath the shade of the tree. Isla felt her chest tighten as she realized how much this place still meant to her and how deeply it was etched in her heart.As they stepped out of the car, a heavy but comfortable silence lingered between them. Vincent’s grip on her hand remained firm, as if he feared she might slip away if he let go. Together, they walked toward the spot, their footsteps crunching softly against the earth. Isla felt her pulse quicken as they drew closer, her emotions teetering between bittersweet longing an

Vincent burst through the treehouse door with such force that the loud creak of the hinges reverberated throughout the room, followed by the metallic clink of the knob lock rattling into place. The storm outside added to the intensity, but Vincent seemed oblivious to anything beyond the woman in front of him. Without hesitation, he captured Isla’s lips in a deep, fervent kiss, his hands already beginning their exploration. Each movement was both desperate and deliberate, as if he feared she might slip away if he didn’t hold her close enough.“Vince,” Isla gasped, her voice barely above a whisper as his lips moved down the delicate curve of her neck. The heat of his breath sent shivers cascading over her skin. His hands worked with purpose, deftly undoing the buttons of her blouse. Despite her protests, a spark of amusement danced in her eyes as she observed his relentless focus.Growing impatient, Vincent gave up on the delicate task of unbuttoning and instead tore the blouse apart i

The following day marked the beginning of a new chapter in Isla and Vincent’s lives. The wedding was simple yet intimate, held at Judge Arcega’s office with only their closest loved ones present. Vincent’s parents stood proudly by their son, their joy evident in their radiant smiles. Matthew, their young son, stayed close to them, occasionally looking up at Isla with innocent curiosity, as though sensing the importance of the moment. Cherry and her mother, Selya, were also present, their happiness for Isla and Vincent shining through their expressions. Although there was no grandeur or extravagance, the room was filled with warmth, love, and a quiet sense of celebration. As promised, Isla wore the white dress that Vincent had always dreamed of seeing her in, a poignant symbol of their bond and the vows they exchanged that day.As the ceremony came to a close, Cherry approached Isla, tears streaming down her face. "Congratulations," she said softly, her voice trembling with emotion as

Unnoticed, they had reached the foot of the bed, the soft creak of the floorboards marking their arrival. The air between them was charged with an undeniable energy, the weight of their shared desire palpable. Vincent, his movements a blend of tenderness and urgency, brought them both closer. He gently lowered her onto the mattress, as though cradling her in a way that spoke of both reverence and need. The room was dimly lit, the flickering shadows casting an intimate glow around them, heightening the sense of closeness.Their lips met in a passionate embrace, a hungry exploration that quickly deepened, igniting something raw between them. The kiss was urgent, yet somehow unhurried, a rhythm they had found together in this moment of perfect connection. Vincent’s hands, confident and sure, slid along her shoulders, before tracing the delicate contours of her body. Each movement was deliberate, but there was an underlying heat that seemed to drive them both toward something more intense