LOGINIsabella 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 Days pass, and just like that, everything begins to settle into something that almost resembles normal again.The world doesn’t stop—not even for grief. Meetings resume, deadlines return, and responsibilities quietly take their place back into my life like they never left. If anything, the routine feels heavier now, like I’m carrying something beneath it that no one else can see.Today, I’m in the office.Elias is on-site, overseeing the project personally, and Gabriel chose to be there too. I didn’t question it. I know he’d rather stay busy than sit still with everything that’s happened. And someone has to handle the clients—so that leaves me here.By the time I step into the meeting room, the clients are already seated—two senior representatives and a project consultant, their expressions polite but expectant. The moment I walk in, their attention shifts, and I meet it without hesitation, offering a composed nod as I take my seat across from them.“Thank you for waiting,”
Isabella I didn’t answer him right away.I just looked at him.The quiet desperation in his eyes made something twist inside my chest, and I hated that it still had that effect on me. I hated that even now, after everything, I could still see the man I loved underneath the mistakes.My fingers tig
Isabella I jolted awake.My body reacted before my brain did—sitting upright, heart racing, mind already running through checklists. Deliveries. Site inspection. Beam alignment.I reached for my phone.6:12 AM.“Damn it,” I muttered, already swinging my legs off the bed. My muscles protested immed
Gabriel She walked away.Again.And I let her.I stood there for a few seconds after she disappeared down the sidewalk, hands still warm from where they’d been on her waist.One mistake, she said.That was two.I exhaled slowly and ran a hand through my hair.Strategy.If that was strategy, then I
Isabella I pulled into the hospital parking lot ten minutes later.Too late to turn back.The building stood tall and sterile, all glass and quiet authority. I cut the engine, but didn’t move immediately. My fingers rested on the steering wheel, slightly tense.This is normal.You’re visiting some







