LOGINIsabella The wind rushes past us, cool and steady, carrying the faint scent of salt and something clean—something untouched. The ocean stretches endlessly beside us, dark and vast, only breaking into soft silver whenever the light catches the waves just right.For a while, neither of us says anything.We don’t have to.I rest my arms lightly against the edge, letting the breeze brush against my skin, my hair moving freely with every shift of the car. There’s something about this—about being here, in the middle of nowhere, with nothing but the sound of the sea—that makes everything else feel… far away.“You’ve been quiet,” Gabriel says after a moment, his voice low but close enough to reach me through the wind.I glance at him, a faint smile forming. “I think this is the first time in days I’m not thinking about anything,” I admit, my tone softer now. “No work. No problems. No… complications.”His gaze lingers on me. “That’s good.”“It is,” I agree, looking back out at the ocean. “You
Isabella The moment we step inside, I pause.Because this—this isn’t just a plane.It’s… something else entirely.The cabin is nothing like the commercial flights I’m used to. No cramped rows, no overhead bins fighting for space, no noise of strangers settling in. Instead, everything is… open. Spacious. Quiet in a way that feels almost unreal. Cream leather seats, polished wood finishes, soft lighting that doesn’t hurt the eyes—it feels more like a private lounge than an aircraft.My gaze drifts slowly, taking everything in, trying to process how casually Gabriel just brought me here like this is normal.Like this is nothing.“This is your idea of ‘just somewhere’?” I murmur, glancing at him as I move further inside.Gabriel follows behind me, unbothered as ever. “You don’t like it?” he asks, a hint of amusement slipping into his voice.I let out a small breath, shaking my head faintly. “That’s not the point.”A flight attendant—no, not even that. Crew. Professional, composed—approa
Isabella Two weeks pass—and just like that, everything settles into a rhythm that feels almost… too normal.Work becomes the center of everything again. Meetings, site visits, reports—days blur into each other until time starts moving without me noticing. Whatever chaos followed the funeral slowly fades into the background, replaced by routine and deadlines.Lucas doesn’t reach out again.Not a single call. Not a message.Like that conversation never happened.And somehow—that silence feels louder than anything he’s said before.Emily shows up less too. When she does, it’s brief, distant, controlled. No unnecessary interactions, no tension-filled exchanges—just presence, then absence again. It leaves the space lighter, but not necessarily safer.Because something still feels off.Even if no one’s saying it out loud.So it’s just us.Work. Responsibility. Routine.And Gabriel.—Tonight, he picks me up from home.The moment I step out, his car is already there, engine running, headl
Isabella The drive back feels longer than it should.Maybe because the silence inside the car isn’t empty—it’s filled with echoes of a conversation that refuses to settle. Lucas’s voice lingers in my mind, calm and certain, the last thing he said replaying in a loop I can’t quite shut off.You’ll regret this.My grip tightens slightly on the steering wheel, my gaze fixed on the road ahead as I let out a slow breath. For a brief second, I let the weight of it sit there—let myself feel what it’s supposed to do.Fear.Doubt.Hesitation.But none of it sticks.Because beneath all of that, there’s something steadier. Something stronger.I’m not afraid of him.And more than that—I’m not afraid of choosing Gabriel.By the time I pull into the company building, the tension has already settled into something controlled again, tucked neatly beneath the composure I wear like second skin. I don’t waste time lingering, stepping out of the car and heading straight inside, my pace just a little qu
Isabella “That’s why,” he continues, his tone lowering just slightly, something more strategic settling into his voice, “I came prepared with an offer.”The words settle between us—quiet, controlled, but heavy enough to shift the entire direction of the conversation.I don’t speak right away.I just watch him.Because men like Lucas don’t make offers unless they’re already sure of their position.And somehow—he thinks I’m negotiable.He reaches into the inner pocket of his coat with unhurried precision, pulling out a slim document and placing it neatly on the table between us. The movement is smooth, practiced, like this is something he’s done before—handled people, arranged outcomes, closed situations.“Take a look,” he says calmly, gesturing toward it with a slight nod, his gaze never leaving mine.I don’t touch it.Not immediately.Instead, I lean back just slightly, crossing my arms as I hold his gaze, my expression unreadable. “You went through all this trouble,” I say evenly,
Isabella I don’t move right away after the call ends.For a few seconds, I just sit there, staring at the now dark screen of my phone, letting the weight of what just happened settle properly. This isn’t a coincidence. Lucas doesn’t call without reason—especially not like that.Especially not asking to meet in secret.My fingers tap lightly against the desk once… twice… before I finally straighten, the hesitation gone as quickly as it came.If anything—this just confirmed it.I close the folder in front of me, sliding it back into the drawer with deliberate care, making sure nothing looks out of place. No traces. No loose ends. Whatever this is, I’m not risking anyone stumbling into it—not Elias, not Mia… and especially not Gabriel.Not yet.I grab my phone and stand, smoothing out my blouse as I step out of my office, my expression already shifting back into something composed, something normal—like I’m just stepping out for something routine.My secretary looks up the moment I app
Isabella Sleep didn’t come.I lay on my side, staring at the dark ceiling, listening to the rain soften into a steady hush. Every time I closed my eyes, my mind betrayed me—replaying moments I hadn’t given permission to linger.Gabriel standing in my hallway.The bracelet.Pink pajamas.That quiet
Isabella We moved further inside, and the restaurant revealed itself fully.Even empty, it was stunning.Crystal lights reflected softly off polished marble floors. The tables were spaced generously, dressed in crisp linen and subtle gold accents. Everything gleamed without trying too hard—eleganc
Isabella After the call ended, I didn’t move right away.I stood in the middle of my room, phone still loose in my hand, like if I moved too fast, the decision would slip away from me. I had said yes. One word—but it felt heavier now, settling somewhere deep in my chest.I set the phone down on th
Isabella The drive back was quiet, but not empty.The city stretched endlessly outside the window, lights blurring into soft gold and white streaks as we moved through the streets. It was late, but the world didn’t feel tired—just hushed, like it was holding its breath.I rested my head against th







