LOGINIsla
The drive to Dustfield was long and silent. Rain pelted the windshield, blurring streetlights into golden smears. My chest ached, and tears refused to stop. Every blink smeared them further, leaving streaks across my cheeks. My thoughts were a tangled mess of betrayal, fear, and curiosity. After an hour and some minutes, I arrived at Sienna’s seaside home. I drove straight into the driveway, parked and proceeded to walk towards the door. The door swung open before I could even knock. Sienna’s eyes went wide, taking in my soaked clothes, clinging hair, and shivering frame. “Isla! Oh my God, come here!” She pulled me into a fierce hug, pressing me against her warm chest. I could feel the tremor in my body, my wet hair sticking to her sweater. “You’re freezing! Look at you! What happened out there?” I didn’t answer, just let her guide me inside. She helped me peel off my drenched blazer, scolding softly, “God, you’re a mess. You need a shower. Now. Hot water. And after that, tea. What do you want? Lemon, ginger… or chamomile? Something to warm you from the inside.” I nodded, my lips trembling. I could barely form words. She pulled me towards the bathroom, never letting go of my hand. Once I was in the bathroom, she left the faucet running, the steam and warmth enveloping me. I sank into the bath, letting the water chase away the cold, the fear, and the heartbreak. Minutes later she arrived with the tea. I took a sip, letting the warmth spread through my chest. My hands shook, and I felt tears brimming behind my eyes again. Sienna stood against the wall beside me, her hand brushing mine. “Okay, babe. Spill. What did he do this time to make you leave your job and run here?” The question made the floodgates open. My voice was raw, shaking, as I whispered, “He… Silas… got married today.” Sienna’s eyebrows shot up. “Silas? Got married?” As if trying to piece my words together, Sienna froze mid-sip, her eyes narrowing. “Wait… what?” I nodded, sniffling. “Yes. Today.” She blinked, incredulous. “So… you’re telling me that the gig he helped you get, the big wedding event you were photographing—was his wedding?” I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat nearly choking me. “Yes… I… I had to cover the photos. I didn’t know… until it was too late.” For a moment, Sienna’s face was blank. Then it cracked open in pure, unfiltered fury. Her hands flew up, fists clenching, her voice trembling with outrage. “That dick head!” she spat. “You covered his wedding? And he… he… Don’t tell me you guys had sex this morning before he left the house?” I flinched, but the words tumbled out anyway. “He… he almost… before the ceremony. I had to leave. I couldn’t—” Sienna slammed her own tea cup down, the clatter echoing in the bathroom. “How dare he! How dare he do this to you! You didn’t deserve this. Not ever! That arrogant, selfish… dick!” My face crumbled at those words…how could I not see this coming? Her face softened slightly as she grabbed my hands again, holding them tight. “I’ve never liked him, Isla. From the very beginning. And now… now I see why. That man has no idea what it means to love anyone but himself.” I let out a shaky laugh, wiping my face with the back of my hand. “At first I thought maybe… maybe I was imagining things, you know my poor eye sight. But…even when I removed my glasses today…I saw the whole truth, my sight wasn't playing tricks on me, Sienna.” Sienna shook her head, her voice low and dangerous, like she wanted to march into Seattle herself and give Silas a piece of her mind. “Truth? The truth is he’s a cheating, lying dick who’s lucky he got away with anything all these years. And he had the audacity to do this while marrying someone else? I swear, Isla, if I ever see him…” I wiped my eyes, splashing water on my cheeks, trying to chase away the tears. “I get it, Sienna. Really. You’ve always been right. About everything. Maybe you’re even… jealous? That’s it, isn’t it?” I let a small, bitter laugh escape. “Maybe you never liked him because you wanted me for yourself.” Her face froze for a fraction of a second before she softened. “Jealous? Isla… don’t be ridiculous. I’ve got nothing to do with him or you in that way. You don’t…That dick! I can’t believe he had the audacity! Who does that to someone they say they love?” “I… I trusted him,” I whispered, voice breaking. “I can’t believe he could do something this cruel to me. I thought… I thought our love was forever. And now… now I’m just… nothing.” “Nothing?” she hissed, fuming. “You’re everything, Isla! You’re amazing! And him? He’s… he’s a selfish, arrogant—ugh, I just want to—ugh!” She flailed dramatically, pacing back and forth. “I swear, if I ever set my eyes on him, I will make sure I knock all his teeth out…” I tried to smile weakly through my tears. “Sienna… please. Just… Can we breathe for a second?” She softened, coming over to sit beside the tub. “Okay, fine. Breathe. But you know what? You’re not alone, never alone with me. And that dick? He’s lost you. Can’t you see? You’re free. You don’t need him.” We sat in silence for a few moments, the only sound the faint drip of water from the tap and the steam rising from the tea Sienna had poured. I let the warmth seep into me, feeling a fragile comfort in her presence. Just as I was gathering the strength to continue, the low rumble of a car engine rolled into the driveway. My head snapped up, heart skipping a beat. “Who?” I asked, wary. My eyes darted toward the window. From what I knew, Sienna’s parents were still in Michigan. Sienna walked to the window, peering out with a small smile. “Zayne,” she said casually, almost mischievously. “He’s in town.” I frowned at the name. “Zayne?” “Oh, Sienna’s older brother,” I muttered under my breath. I’d never seen him before, but from the way Sienna had described him over the years, he wasn’t exactly… appealing. Always annoying, overbearing, a bit of a know-it-all. Honestly, I’d never cared enough to meet him. Sienna smirked at me from the window. “Yep. That’s him. Don’t worry—you’ll meet him soon enough. Try not to roll your eyes too hard.”Author’s Note💌 You survived this story. Because that’s what it was, wasn’t it? Not just love, but survival. Zayne and Isla didn’t fall in love in a perfect world. They fought for it, bled for it. Choose it again and again. And now… they finally get to live in it. But not everyone gets that kind of ending. Because somewhere in this same world, someone else is about to lose control. And this time…It’s Sienna. You thought Zayne was dangerous… you haven’t met him yet.👀
Isla POVTwo weeks later, I stood in the middle of a room full of the people who had somehow become my family.It felt unreal in the gentlest way.Rico, Teo, and Marco had flown in from Italy with Sienna, bringing laughter, warmth, and that unmistakable family energy that made the place feel less like a ceremony and more like a homecoming. Aurora and Ronan were there too, looking proud in that quiet, unmistakable way parents do when they’re trying not to cry before the day has even properly begun. Dr. Pierce had come as well, with Isabella and Silas beside him, and even though their presence carried its own complicated weight, today none of that mattered. Not really.Today was not about the past. Today was about my love story. About all the things that had survived.About all the things that had found their way here anyway.The room was quiet, but it wasn’t tense. Like everyone understood that this moment belonged to something bigger than words. I sat in front of the mirror with m
Isla POVThe morning after I found out about the baby, the apartment felt different, lighter, somehow, like the walls themselves were holding their breath along with me. Zayne hadn’t stopped touching me. Not in the obvious way, but little things: his hand brushing my lower back when I reached for coffee, fingers lingering on my stomach when he thought I wasn’t looking. We’d spent half the night tangled up talking about due dates and names and how we were going to turn the spare rooms in his penthouse into something soft and safe. By the time the sun climbed high enough to spill across the kitchen table, he’d made up his mind.“We’re telling my parents today,” he said, sliding a plate of scrambled eggs in front of me. His voice had that quiet certainty he got when he’d already decided something big. “Not about the baby yet. First I want to tell them I’m marrying you. Then we’ll drop the rest.”I looked up at him, fork paused halfway to my mouth. “Today? Like, right now today?”He l
We stayed like that for a while, tangled on the couch, trading soft kisses and quieter words. I told him about the fuzzy feeling that morning, the way his arm had tightened like he already knew something was changing. He teased me about keeping secrets for ten whole minutes and then got serious again, asking if I felt okay, if I needed anything, if we should call a doctor today or tomorrow. His excitement was infectious, that bubbly energy I’d been carrying since I saw the lines spreading between us until we were both grinning like idiots.Eventually I pulled back a little, tracing his bottom lip with my thumb. “There’s more, actually. I ran into Silas while I was at the pharmacy.”Zayne’s body went still under me, the playful light in his eyes sharpening into something protective. “Silas? What the hell did he want?”I took a breath and told him the whole thing, trying to paint the scene so he could see it.“I was in the vitamin aisle, comparing prenatal bottles like I suddenly kne
Isla POVI woke up slowly, the way you do when your body’s already decided the day is starting whether your brain’s on board or not. No alarm, no sudden jolt, just this gentle pull toward consciousness, like someone had turned the volume up on the world a few notches. My eyes fluttered open to soft gray light filtering through the half-closed blinds. The apartment smelled like the leftover takeout we’d forgotten on the counter last night and the faint trace of Zayne’s cologne still clinging to the sheets. I lay there for a second, letting my senses catch up, feeling the familiar dip of the mattress beside me.Zayne was still asleep, face relaxed in a way that always caught me off guard. One arm was flung across my waist, heavy and warm, his fingers loosely curled against my hip like even unconscious he was making sure I stayed put. His breathing was deep and even, chest rising and falling in that steady rhythm I’d memorized over the last few months. The tension that used to live in
Zayne POVI woke up to the buzz of my phone on the nightstand and immediately regretted checking it. Silas again. The message sat there like a stone in my stomach: I can’t stop thinking about what I did. I feel like shit, man. I need to apologize to Isla properly, this time no bullshit. Tell her I’m sorry for everything. I’ll come by whenever you say it’s okay.I stared at the screen for a long minute, thumb hovering. Silas had been circling this guilt for weeks, and part of me got it. The other part, the protective part that still saw red whenever I remembered how close he came to ruining everything—wanted to tell him to fuck off. But Isla had been through enough without me deciding for her. I typed back a short I’ll talk to her, then tossed the phone aside. Today wasn’t about old ghosts, everyday now is about us.By the time I walked into the kitchen she was already there, barefoot and drowning in my favorite black shirt, the hem skimming her thighs like it had declared permanent
ZayneI hated rain. Always had. But tonight, as I pulled into Dustfield, I didn’t even notice the slick, wet streets or the faint drizzle settling on the windshield. I parked outside the house, hands tight on the wheel. My chest was a little tighter than usual, and I hated the faint pulse of relie
Isla’s POVI slipped on a puddle and caught myself against the brick wall, rain slamming down so hard it blurred everything into streaks of neon and shadow. My glasses fogged over completely, turning the alley into a smeared mess of reflections. Every step splashed water up my calves, heels wobblin
IslaI walked out of the corridor, adjusting my blazer with shaking fingers, trying to calm the burn still crawling up my neck. My lips still tingled. Silas had really— God, I couldn’t even think it without my stomach twisting. One more minute in that room and I might’ve forgotten where I was. He h
Isla’s POV I shot up in bed so fast the sheets tangled around my legs and yanked me sideways. My hand was already sliding down before my eyes even opened all the way, pressing against the wet spot in my underwear as the memory hit like a freight train. Last night. Silas. Me telling him no. “Shit







