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 everything she was saying. Marie had always thought she was a very intelligent young girl, full of interesting ideas and opinions., wise beyond her years. But Michelle's death put down the sparkle Isabelle always had in her.
In the years that had passed since she came to live with Andrew at the "Silver Spur Ranch", Marie kept a certain interest in her. Somehow, Marie had managed to win Andrew's sympathy, so at least a couple of times a month she visited the ranch to make sure Isabelle was okay. It was not true that he had all this need of Isabelle’s help with the girls, but she wanted to give this young woman the opportunity to breathe the air of freedom.
Isabelle had just turned twenty-three and she had become a very beautiful young woman. Somehow, she reminded her of Michelle, her mom. Marie had no doubt that this young woman was as intelligent as she was beautiful. She hoped that Andrew's behavior hadn’t caused too much damage to Isabelle's personality. The girl had the potential to accomplish great things in life, but the most important condition for doing so was “to steal” her, even for a few hours a day, away from her father's obsessive control. On one of the occasions, she went to the ranch, Lucy Townsend had told her some things about Andrew Baldwin's behavior, things that had led Marie to make the decision to help Isabelle even though she didn't know she needed help.
She kept looking at the young woman as she sat on a blanket resting on the grass beside her granddaughters, Francine and Diana, playing and laughing with them. The girls were two little angels, one blonde and the other brunette, but both had beautiful green eyes. They were half French and English was sometimes a bit challenging for them. Christine, Richard's wife, was French. Before marrying her stepson, she lived in Paris and worked for one of their company's European subsidiaries. Richard had met her and, after a few months, he decided to marry her and to bring her to the United States. After a while, these two miracles arrived in their lives. First Francine, "Frannie", who had just turned six, blonde like her mother, and then, a year later, little Diana, who was five, brunette like her father. The girls had also different personalities. Frannie loved dressing up and often played with her mother's jewelry and make-up. Diana was a little tomboy, she adored playing soccer and loved to climb every possible tree. Marie had to keep constantly an eye on her. But both girls had immediately accepted Isabelle's presence without asking any questions. All three started chatting as if they’ve known each other since forever and Marie retired inside the house. Her little ones were starting to get very fond of Isabelle.
Marie felt a hand on her shoulder and winced. She turned quickly and saw Christopher, her husband, accompanied by Billy, their son.
My love, I’ve called your name, but you were so caught up in your thoughts... Who is laughing and screaming so loud outside our house?” Chris asked, looking out the living-room window.
He kissed his wife, hugged her tight, and smiled seeing his granddaughters playing and having fun running around the garden. Billy also approached his parents and looked outside the window. Frannie and Diana had a... new playmate. She was someone he vaguely knew, someone he had seen a couple of times at "Villa Mimosa", but he had never stopped to talk to her. She was a little girl back then. And then, since she and Andrew had moved to the ranch that his father had promised to give to Shawn, he had begun to feel a slight dislike for the Baldwin family. Yes, Andrew Baldwin was an old friend of his father's, but he wasn’t in his right mind half the time since his wife's death. Everyone knew it, but people behaved as if nothing had happened. His daughter was doing the same, hiding her head in the sand and chosen to stand next to such a hateful person.
“Yesterday I’ve asked Andrew to allow his daughter, Isabelle, to come here and give me a hand with the girls just for a few hours a day,” Marie answered looking back at the garden where the girls were together with their young nanny.
“And the old wacko had accepted?” Billy asked, while still staring at Isabelle. “Dad, I would never understand how you could remain friends with this man. He installed himself at the ranch seven years ago and that's where he remained. After selling his company, he received so much money to take his daughter and go on living a good life in the city. I'd love to send him away from that place...”
"Billy, don't talk like that," his mother said. “Your father and I wanted to help them; it was our duty as their family’s friends. You don't live in the same house so you can't judge him. Although he has changed a lot in these recent years, he still is her father and, in his strange way, he still loves her. I am sure of it. Chris, remember that every time he was talking about Isabelle, in his eyes you could see how much he loved her and how proud was of her? I don't think I've ever seen a prouder father than Andrew.”
"Yes, my love, I remember it quite well," Chris replied, escorting his wife to reach the couch and helping her to sit. “Then it happened what you well know, and things changed completely. Luckily, he agreed to sell his company before going completely bankrupt. So, he managed to get a lot of money in return and secure his future and that of Isabelle.”
"Dad, I can't understand why you agreed to let them stay all these years at the ‘Silver Spur Ranch’," Billy said, pouring a glass of Martini for his father and one for him. "You promised it to Shawn, he always loved that place. Years ago, you told him that when he will return from his European trip, he would have the ranch.”
“After finishing college, Shawn had made the decision to travel the world, especially Europe. In those moments, not even he was aware of what he really wanted to do with his life. Andrew and his little girl couldn't keep staying in their house,” Chris replied and then sip from his Martini. “Anyway, Shawn was brokenhearted after what happened with that girl... what was her name? Ah, Jennifer. All he wanted was to go away as far as possible from all those painful memories and heal his wounded heart. This was the reason for his sabbatical year. When he returned, Shawn told me that he would prefer to work with you and Richard at the company. And here is how the ‘Grayson Trio’ was born. And I couldn't be happier with his decision.”
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
"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
When she heard the words'my future wife', Danielle felt like she was about to faint... No, she couldn't lose him! She wasn't ready to let him go! Besides, Shawn was a gentleman, she knew he wouldn't do anything to her. Those were only empty words meant to scare her off, but she already had an idea of how to respond to him. Danielle got up from her chair, took her bag, and started walking to the door. Before getting out of his office, she turned to him."One way or another, you will come back to me! This doesn't end here!" she added and went out slamming the door. Shawn took a deep breath and tried to go back to his usual self. Danielle had always been such a drama queen, so it was better not to pay any more attention to her. He had other things to do and then he wanted to go back to his Belle and spend the day with her. He pulled out
Whistling and smiling happily as never before, Shawn entered his office and sat down at his desk. He still had some small details to fix, he had to meet with the interior designer who had to prepare his apartment for Isabelle's arrival, and then he would return to his beloved. Shawn heard loud voices outside his office. Someone was arguing... it was the voice of a woman who, unfortunately, he had immediately recognized. It was Danielle and she was asking to enter Shawn's office right away. Shawn got up abruptly from his chair and went to get her and take her inside before making a spectacle of herself."What the hell are you doing here, Danielle?!" he said in a low voice. He took her by the arm and ordered her to enter. Shawn closed the door behind them, but when he turned to her, Danielle was close to him, trying to kiss him. "What are you doing? Are you insane?""You can't leave me
Isabelle raised her head and moved away from Lucy enough for the woman to look her in the eye and understand that she would never choose to marry Shawn if she wasn't desperately in love with him."Lucy, I really love Shawn Grayson. I have always loved him, since that day, at my mom's funeral, when I saw him for the first time. I would never be able to do such a thing; you know it very well. You taught me better than that!" She got up from the couch and went to the window. Still worried, Lucy continued to look at her. Isabelle was like a daughter to her and didn't want her to make the wrong choice."Dear, until yesterday, you were saying that you didn't need a man to make it happen...""And I don't, Lucy. I made my choices, but what I didn't unde
Isabelle stared at him rather perplexed, unable to fully understand what Christopher Grayson was saying to her."After what happened to your mother, your father and I, we took our separate paths, and I pushed away from my head those plans to bring our families together. But your father didn't, he always tried to make me understand how right you would be for my son, Billy." Chris smiled slightly embarrassed. "When your father called me a few weeks ago to remind me of this understanding that we had, I told him that this isn't our decision to make, that my boys and you were no longer kids, but adults who could choose for themselves that one special person.""That's why my father always insisted that I marry Billy, that's why the whole clause thing..." Isabelle added, getting up from her chair quite suddenly."What clause ar
Someone knocked lightly on her door and Isabelle smiled. She already knew who that person was, she had no doubt about it. The beating of her heart was proof that on the other side of the door it was the love of her life. She opened slowly, without making too much noise, then she took his hand and pulled him into her room.“I’ve missed you so much! After last tonight, staying away even for a few hours makes me insane!” he whispered. “Oh, my love...” She had heard those words a thousand times last night, but now, in the light of day, it was as if he was saying them to her for the first time. A strong emotion took hold of her body and her mind. Isabelle approached Shawn and passed her arms around his neck pulling him towards her. He smiled sweetly, got closer, and kissed her lightly. Shawn's lips linger
Isabelle remained speechless. His mouth let out those words and Shawn's eyes showed to her exactly the same thing. For a few seconds, Shawn looked at her, totally lost in those blue eyes, in the emotion of the moment, in the love he was feeling for her. Then he began to gently caress the curves he hadn't forgotten for a moment. Isabelle's body surrendered in front of his sweet attack. Isabelle undressed him and he willingly let her do it."I'll take care of you now," he said helping her to sit on the bed. Shawn closed the door and returned immediately to her. He leaned towards Isabelle and kissed her breasts. “Brace yourself, my love, because what I want to do to you will take us a lot of time...” Shawn's hands returned to tease her warm skin, they got lost in the ocean of her silky
She wanted to touch his face, to remove all that suffering that he was feeling. Shawn had hurt her in a dreadful way, but she didn't stop him. She loved him then as she was loving him now, in this instant. Shawn was so helpless, so sad, so desperate, so... human like she never saw him before.“I'm oknow, Shawn. I’m much stronger and I feel all right,” Belle replied smiling slightly. He looked at her and Isabelle saw tears in his eyes.“Yes, you are. And it's so good to see you standing on your feet, ready to move on, to build your new life. I just hope you will include me too... Marry me, my beautiful, brave, wonderful Belle!” Hearing his spontaneous proposal, Isabelle