IsabellaโSo, Isabella,โ Amy said, leaning just slightly toward me with her wine glass poised elegantly in hand. โWhatโs your story?"I hesitated, trying to muster a polite response. โItโs nothing too exciting,โ I said, brushing it off.But Amy wasnโt letting go. โOh, come on! Youโre young, beautiful, and clearly a catch. Spill the beans!โI glanced at Logan, who sat across the table, swirling the wine in his glass with a casual ease. His eyes flicked to me, sharp and amused, as if he were enjoying watching me squirm.Amyโs expectant smile was impossible to ignore, so I finally relented. โWell, if you must know... I was seeing someone from my previous office.โAmyโs eyes lit up with interest. โReally? Tell me more!โI sighed inwardly, resigned to giving her just enough to satisfy her curiosity. โHis name is Carlson. He was a colleague, and weโd known each other for about a year before we started dating. Itโs been... six months now.โAmy tilted her head, her smile unwavering but her ey
IsabellaFridays had always been my favorite day of the week, but today felt special. My mind buzzed with excitement as I thought about the weekend ahead. Carlson and I had planned a getaway to his lake house, and I couldnโt wait to escape the endless grind of work, even if only for a couple of days. The day had started well enough, but my bubble burst mid-morning when Logan called me into his cabin.โIsabella,โ he barked, holding a printed stack of papers in his hand, โwhat is this?โI blinked, startled. โThe quarterly report you asked for?โโThis isnโt a quarterly report,โ he snapped. โItโs a mess. The format is all wrong, the data is incomplete, and worst of all, itโs not even your job to make this report! Itโs the responsibility of the data analytics team.โI felt a chill creep up my spine. โI... I thoughtโโโWhere did you get the data?โ he interrupted, his tone sharp.I swallowed hard, fumbling for words. โAmy told me the files were in the shared drive under โQ2 Summary.โ I used
IsabellaThe hum of the carโs engine filled the silence as I sat beside Logan, staring out of the window. The city lights blurred into streaks of gold and white against the darkening sky. Despite the comfortable leather seat and the soothing quiet, I felt anything but relaxed.My phone buzzed on my lap, lighting up with another message from Carl.This time, it was a photo of the lake house: sun-kissed, idyllic, with sparkling water in the background. Grace and a few other familiar faces were there, laughing, glasses in hand. My stomach twisted as I stared at the image. When did he invite all these people? I thought it was supposed to be our weekend.I typed out a quick reply: "Looks great. Have fun."Almost immediately, his response came: "Missing you."I hesitated, unsure how to respond, but before I could type anything, another photo came through, this one of Carl sitting close to Grace on the deck. It was innocent enough, but something about it made me uneasy.I tucked my phone awa
High School, 2016IsabellaThe sound of the school bell echoed down the crowded hallway, signaling the end of another exhausting day. My arms were laden with books and the oversized poster board that carried my carefully assembled science project. Weeks of research and late nights had gone into thisโthe diagrams meticulously labeled, the findings summarized in clean, neat handwriting. For once, I was proud of something Iโd done, and I couldnโt wait to present it in class tomorrow.The late afternoon sun shone weakly as I stepped out of the building. The courtyard was bustling with students, some loitering by the steps, others heading to their buses. I kept my head down, weaving through the crowd toward the parking lot where my grandmother would be waiting.โHey, clumsy!โThe voice froze me in my tracks. I didnโt have to look to know who it was.Logan Sinclair.I quickened my pace, clutching my project tighter. Maybe if I ignored him, heโd let it go this time.โWhereโre you going, Isab
IsabellaThe hallway outside the conference room buzzed with the usual energyโvoices rising and falling, the hurried click of heels against polished floors, and the constant hum of muted conversations. I stood by the door, tablet in hand, glancing at my watch for the third time in two minutes. Loganโs meetings always had a way of running over, but today his schedule was particularly unforgiving. If he didnโt wrap up soon, heโd be late for the next one.I sighed, straightening my posture as the glass doors of the conference room finally slid open. Executives filed out, their faces varying shades of satisfaction and frustration. Logan followed.He caught my eye as I stepped toward him, and I tilted my head slightly. He nodded, understanding immediately, and fell into step beside me as I began rattling off the details of his next meeting. I had been working for him for six months, and we had established a silent communication.โYour one oโclock with the legal team has been moved to one-t
IsabellaIt was nearing midnight, and the office was finally quiet. My desk was cluttered with papers, files, and my laptop, the blue light from the screen casting a faint glow. My eyes burned from staring at spreadsheets all day, and my back ached from hours of sitting in the same position.Sometimes I wondered if Logan was torturing me intentionally. Surely, no one could have this much work piled on them in one week. Meetings, reports, scheduling, last-minute changesโit was relentless. It felt as if Logan expected me to anticipate his needs before he even voiced them, a task I was getting better at but not without effort.I sighed, reaching for my phone. Carl hadnโt replied to any of my texts today. My calls went straight to voicemail. Frustration bubbled up as I stared at the screen, debating whether to call him again.Finally, I decided to take a break and see him in person. If he wasnโt answering, maybe it was time for a face-to-face conversation.The dimly lit restaurant was coz
IsabellaโNeed a hand with anything?โ she asked, her voice laced with its characteristic sweetness.I paused, glancing up at her. Amy had been unusually helpful lately, almost eager to insert herself into my workload whenever she could. The memory of her past manipulation still lingered in my mind, a quiet reminder to tread carefully.โThanks, Amy,โ I said, keeping my tone neutral, โbut I think Iโve got things under control for now.โShe leaned casually against the edge of my desk, her glossy hair catching the light. โAre you sure? I know people in every department. If youโre stuck on something, I can get the answers faster than anyone else here.โThe offer sounded genuine enough, but I couldnโt ignore the undertone of self-serving intent. Amy always had a way of positioning herself as indispensable, especially when Logan was involved.โI appreciate that,โ I replied with a polite smile. โIโll let you know if anything comes up.โShe hesitated for a moment, clearly disappointed that I w
LoganThe day began as usualโor so I thought. My office door opened promptly at 8:30, the familiar sound of heels clicking against the hardwood floor. Except, instead of Isabella, it was Amy.Amy. With a smile so bright it was almost blinding and a cup of coffee in hand.โGood morning, Mr. Sinclair,โ she chirped, placing the coffee on my desk.I looked up from my laptop, blinking in confusion. โWhereโs Isabella?โAmyโs smile didnโt falter, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes. โI am helping her. I thought it would be a good idea to reduce her workloadโshe seemed overwhelmed.โOverwhelmed? Isabella? She thrived under pressure. And if she was overwhelmed, I would have known.I frowned, leaning back in my chair. โSo, you decided to take over her tasks?โAmy gave a little shrug, trying to look casual. โOnly her administrative ones. I thought Iโd free her up for more important things. You know, like managing those Japanese clients and prepping the Tokyo presentation.โI picked
IsabellaThe city lights shimmered below us, casting a golden glow over the balcony. A gentle breeze carried the distant hum of traffic and the scent of fresh roses from the garden below. It was quiet, peacefulโperfect.I leaned against the railing, watching the world move beneath us, when two strong arms wrapped around my waist from behind. Loganโs warmth enveloped me, his chin resting lightly on my shoulder.โYouโre staring,โ I teased, tilting my head to meet his gaze.โI canโt help it,โ he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the side of my neck. โYouโre breathtaking.โA blush crept up my cheeks, but I rolled my eyes playfully. โYou say that like you havenโt seen me a thousand times before.โLogan turned me around, his hands framing my face as he studied me with that intense, unwavering focus that always made my heart stutter. โI could see you a million times and still not get enough.โI bit my lip to keep from smiling too wide, but it was uselessโhe always had this effect on me.โBes
IsabellaI never expected to see Logan at my home. But there he was, walking down the garden path like he belonged here, like he had every right to show up after everything.The evening air was warm, carrying the scent of roses and freshly cut grass, but I felt frozen in place on the patio. My fingers curled around the edge of the wicker chair, my heart hammering a little too hard against my ribs.His gaze found mine, unwavering. โHi.โI swallowed. โHi.โAn awkward pause stretched between us before I found my voice again. โHow did you find me?โLogan shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets. โI begged your mother to tell me.โI raised a brow. โShe actually told you?โโShe made me swear I wouldnโt make things worse.โ His lips twitched like he was trying for a smile, but it didnโt quite reach his eyes.I exhaled, glancing at the empty chair across from me. โSit down.โHe hesitated only for a second before stepping forward and lowering himself into the seat.โHow are you?โ he asked,
LoganParis was screaming.Not the kind of dramatic, crocodile-tear crying she used to do when we were together. No, this was full-blown, red-faced, glass-shattering rage.And honestly? I didnโt give a damn.โYou ruined me, Logan!โ she shrieked, pacing back and forth in my office like a caged animal.โDo you have any idea how many deals Iโve lost because of your stupid lawsuit?โI leaned back in my chair, completely unfazed. โI donโt know, Paris. Maybe as many as Isabella lost when you spread lies about her?โHer jaw clenched. โOh, donโt give me that moral high ground bullshit. You never cared about her reputation before.โMy eyes darkened. โThatโs where youโre wrong.โI had let too many things slide in the past. Let Paris manipulate me, let her get away with her games, let her tear people down just because she could. But not this time. Not when it came to Isabella.Paris scoffed, arms crossing. โDo you really think Iโm going to let you do this to me? Iโll fight you in court, Logan. I
Isabella -After a long moment, we finally pulled apart. My mother wiped her eyes quickly, as if embarrassed by her own vulnerability. I let out a shaky breath, still trying to process everything, when she suddenly said, โIโm divorcing Robert.โI blinked. โWaitโฆ what?โShe sighed, rubbing her temples. โIt was never a real marriage, Isabella. It was always an agreement.โ She looked at me, her expression softer now. โAnd I donโt want to stand in the way of you and Logan.โI stared at her, completely caught off guard. โYou donโt have to do that. I meanโฆ I know things between you and Robert were never perfect, but stillโโShe let out a laugh, shaking her head. โSweetheart, this isnโt a sacrifice. Trust me, itโs the opposite. I want this.โI frowned. โBut why now?โShe smiled. โI want to spend some time with myself, maybe even figure out who I am outside of all this. And I want to take care of your grandmother. Sheโs not getting any younger, and after everything, I think she deserves to ha
IsabellaI felt a lump rise in my throat, but I didnโt interrupt. I needed to hear this, no matter how painful it was.โWe fought all the time,โ she continued, her voice growing harder. โHe would yell, and I would yell back. He accused me of trapping him, of ruining his life. And Iโฆ I hated him for it. I hated him for making me feel like I was nothing, like I was a burden. But I stayed because I didnโt know what else to do. I had you, and I thoughtโฆ I thought I could make it work.โShe stopped again, her hands trembling as she wiped at her eyes. โAnd then he died. It was a car accidentโdrunk driving. Everyone thought it was so tragic. They pitied me, the young widow with a baby. They called us the perfect couple, the high school sweethearts who never got their happy ending. But they didnโt know the truth. They didnโt know how much I hated him, how much I resented him for everything he put me through.โHer words hit me like a punch to the gut, and I took a step back, struggling to proc
IsabellaI froze, my breath catching in my throat. My mother, too, seemed startled. She leaned forward, her perfectly manicured hands clasped tightly in her lap. โYes, Mom,โ she said, her voice softer than Iโd ever heard it. โIโm here.โMy grandmotherโs eyes searched her face, as if trying to place her in a world that had long since slipped away. โWhereโs Matthew?โ she asked, her tone almost childlike in its innocence. โIs he coming?โMy motherโs expression faltered, just for a second, before she smoothed it over with a practiced smile. โHeโs away for work,โ she said gently. โBut heโll be back soon.โMy grandmother nodded, seemingly satisfied, and closed her eyes again, her grip on my hand loosening as she drifted back into sleep. I stared at my mother, my mind racing. Matthew? Who was Matthew?My grandmother had said it with such familiarity, as if it were a name she had spoken a thousand times.The silence in the room was heavy, broken only by the sound of my grandmotherโs steady bre
Isabella -The gravel crunched beneath my feet as I walked up the familiar path to my grandparentsโ house. The air smelled of pine and damp earth, a comforting scent that carried me back to summers spent running through the fields, carefree and untouched by the weight of the world. But now, the house stood as a quiet sentinel, its white paint chipped and its shutters slightly askew, as if it too had aged alongside me. I paused at the front steps, my hand resting on the weathered railing, and took a deep breath. This was my refuge now, the only place where I could escape the chaos that had become my life.The key turned with a soft click, and I pushed the door open, stepping into the dimly lit foyer. Dust motes danced in the slivers of sunlight that filtered through the curtains, and the air was thick with the scent of old wood and forgotten memories. I dropped my bag by the door and let my fingers trail along the wall as I walked further inside. The house was exactly as I remembered i
Logan You could practically hear the tension crackling in the air.Amanda froze, her wine glass hanging in mid-air like she had just witnessed a murder. My fatherโs expression darkened so fast, I thought he might actually explode.My mom, however, looked downright delighted. โOh, this just keeps getting better,โ she mused, looking between them with the kind of joy only found in well-aged revenge.Dad, jaw clenched, exhaled through his nose before muttering, โLogan, this is not the timeโโโOh, I think it is,โ I cut in. โYouโre really going to sit there and act like you have the moral high ground? After everything?โDad stood, his eyes locked onto mine, but before he could unleash whatever dramatic speech he had prepared, Mom clapped her hands together again. โAlright, thatโs enough of that. Robert, listen to me, and listen well. I do not have the energy to deal with your nonsense. Approve this relationship. Let my son be happy.โDad didnโt budge. Amanda, who still looked like she regr
Loganโs POVI skimmed through the annual report. Sinclair Industries was vastโfar more than just the gaming division I managed. My father oversaw several subsidiaries, and while I generally stayed out of his affairs, I made it a point to review the financials at the end of each fiscal year.But something wasnโt adding up.I frowned as I examined the numbers for one of our European acquisitions. A massive loanโhundreds of millionsโwas taken from a French bank. I hadnโt been informed of this, and given the sheer size of the investment, I should have been.โWhat the hell is this?โ I muttered, flipping through the pages.Derek, who was standing by the window, turned toward me. โFigured youโd notice that.โI shot him a sharp look. โYou knew about this?โHe shrugged. โNot all the details. Just that your father took a sizeable loan to buy that European company. Itโs been under wraps, probably because he didnโt want questions.โI exhaled slowly, my mind running through the implications. My fa