"You are not capable of doing such a thing, my angel," he replied smiling tenderly. "The way you give in to my every caress is as real as my love for you."
Again, they started riding next to each other. Shawn's opinion of her had left Isabelle totally surprised. She smiled softly and her gaze moved to the ring he had put on her finger. She was officially engaged to Shawn and was about to become Mrs. Grayson. She loved him very much, that's why she felt the need to tell him the story of her father's will. He had been so honest with her; it was time for her to do the same thing.
"You know, the engagement ring I gave you, belonged to my mother. It's one of the few memories I still have of her. I am happy to see it on your finger."
"Oh, I didn't know... Shawn, are you sure of what are we going to do? You marry
She felt slightly embarrassed; Shawn's words made her shiver a little, catching her off guard. She tightened her bridle and the horse became nervous. He took a few steps back and almost threw her on the ground. Totally worried, Shawn jumped off his horse and, quickly, calmed Isabelle's horse down. He continued to caress and talk to him slowly until the animal stopped moving and being agitated. Isabelle was still shaking even though her horse was much calmer. Shawn helped her get down and held her hand as they walked away from the two horses that began to graze, unaware of what was going on. Isabelle had been so impressed with the way Shawn had handled the situation, with his self-control, that seeing his pale face and feeling his hand shaking as he held onto hers, left her perplexed."My love, are you a
Hi, Guys.Before starting this reading, I am here to let you know that this book has a sequel called "Heaven Out Of Hell". On my page, you could already find the first 12 chapters. It's a continuation of the main story, but also some other surprises, that have nothing to do with this book. So, it is a partial sequel. Keep an eye on my profile. Strange noises woke Isabelle who was sleeping in a room on the second floor. She could hear muffled screaming coming from one of the rooms on the same floor. Very curious to know what was going on, she got up from her bed and, with a very insecure walk, she approached the door and opened it very carefully
Andrew released her arm from his grasp and nervously ran his fingers through his hair, further disheveling it. He couldn't lose her… Not now when he was about to do the fusion with "Grayson Tech". Although there were no longer the same feelings between Michelle and himself, the same love that they had at the beginning of their relationship, Andrew still needed her, needed her strength. Well, she wasn’t the perfect wife or the perfect mother, she never was, but he grew accustomed to her mood swings. Michelle could be a woman full of love and tenderness at first and change within seconds, becoming extremely cruel and aggressive. The way she looked at him, the tone in which she just spoke to him, the arrogance she was showing at this moment, was making Andrew go out of his mind with rage. He had to try to stay calm before doing something he would regret later.
Isabelle felt the pain in her father's voice and she would’ve done anything to chase this pain away. Her mother wanted to abandon them... Her family was crumbling in front of her and she didn't know what to do to stop this. What could she tell Michelle to make her change her mind?“I've said everything I had to say, Andrew. I will take only a small suitcase with me. I'll have the rest sent to me at my new address in a few days. Tomorrow morning, first thing, I'll talk to my lawyer. I suggest you do the same thing. Once the divorce is finalized, I think I'll go back to New York,” Michelle said and started going down the stairs. Isabelle abandoned her hiding spot and started walking in the direction of her parents. She had to say something too, she was also a
Silent, perfectly still, overwhelmed by the pain she had been struggling with for so long every day, Isabelle was looking in awe at the view that was unfolding before her clear blue eyes. She had learned to love this vast, infinite land, and the ocean that was kissing the sandy beach a few meters away from her. She and her father had come to live at the ‘Silver Spur Ranch’ after the accident in whichher mother lost her life and send her father tothe hospital. Isabelle closed her eyes and for the umpteenth time, the things that happened after that terrible night came back to haunt her. The day before Andrew left the hospital against Dr. Jones's recommendation, one of the detectives who had followed the Baldwin case told him that he and Isabelle would be able to return to their home si
Seven years have passed since that night and her father's mental health become worse. Andrew got much more impulsive and nervous. Staying at the Graysons' ranch had turned out to be a good thing, at least it had offered Isabelle plenty of places to run and hide when her father was acting like a mad man. Her father's company, which was on the verge of bankruptcy before the accident, was sold to Chris Grayson. A good amount of money got into Andrew's account, enough to buy for both of them security and comfort. The thought of having so much money was always soothing for Andrew. The other thing that was bringing him a certain peace was a crazy idea that he was having for a few years now and that he let slip to Isabelle in one of his ‘good’ moments. He was trying to push her toward William, Christopher's son, telling her that he woul
"What are you doing?" She asked nervously. "Get out of my way and let me go immediately," she said, blinking nervously. The man continued to stare at Isabelle, measuring her from head to toe, and began to smile. The color of his hair, his face, his piercing grey eyes... his smile. Isabelle had a strong feeling that she already saw him. But she didn't know when or where. She tried to escape, but he stopped her again.“Who are you? What do you want from me?” she yelled, keeping her scared horse at bay."The last time I saw you I didn't notice your temper... You’re so fiery, I like it!" He replied and started to laugh. “I remember you werequiet as a mouse and so... submissive. Come on, stop pretending, you know very well who I am. As far as what I want f
Marie Grayson was staring at Isabelle from the living-room’s window. The girl was very friendly and quite playful with her granddaughters and the girls immediately took a liking to her. She was very glad that Andrew had accepted her proposal. His young girl had to get out of the ranch and build a life far from her despot of a father. She remembered Isabelle at her mother's funeral. She was so lost, so timid, almost afraid to open her mouth and speak out. Initially, Marie had thought that all this sudden shyness was the result of her mother's loss. Isabelle had never been a shy, silent,fearful girl, but quite the opposite. Marie knew Michelle, she used to visit the Baldwins often, and sometimes Isabelle kept them company. Isabelle that she knew was a girl that was talking a lot and she always had arguments to support ev