Belle was putting her dressing gown over her nightgown when she heard someone knocking on the door. Smiling as always, Marie came in, asking her what she was doing up.
“Hi, Marie! I decided that I should leave this room, at least for a few hours, just to have dinner with you all downstairs... I’m through with seeing you and Lucy going back and forth tending on me like I was princess,” Isabelle told her.”
“If that's what you want, it's fine by me. Peter told me that leaving the bed every now and then can only do you good,” she replied smiling.
"This way I'll see all the family members all in one room instead of one at a time." Isabelle paused for a moment, thinking carefully about what she was about to say. “I saw that your nephew is avoiding me... Don't tell me that now he's afra
Shawn was very attentive to the conversation. He hadn't said a word, he didn't want to stop Belle's confession, but he continued to look at her, angry at all the gods in the universe because they allowed her to suffer so much. He couldn't understand what she had done wrong in her life to face that ordeal all alone. He was proud of her because she had proven to be a strong and responsible woman. The more he looked at her, the more he felt being a perfect jerk for how he had treated her, for having judged her before he really knew her.“If you saw that he was violent, you had to try to protect yourself a little more… maybe listen to your sense of self-protection,” he said abruptly, without realizing that he had expressed his thoughts out loud. Isabelle turned to him, looking him
“You did well… and I finally saw who you are... my brave little Belle,” Shawn replied softly, caressing her tired and pale face with his piercing eyes. “You know, I have the feeling that you have to go back to bed right now. It’s enough for one day. Come on, I'll escort you upstairs.” He got up from the couch and reached out to help her get up. Everyone looked at him extremely surprised but chose to pretend and they continued chatting. Isabelle accepted his help and after saying goodnight to Marie, Chris and Billy, she leaned against Shawn to climb the stairs to the first floor. Once at the top of the stairs, Shawn smiled at her, wished her goodnight, and started going to his room.“Shawn...”&n
She finished reading the last pages of her diary and put it on the coffee table. She was completely astonished by what was written there. With each word, with each sentence, Isabelle was able to see the exact moment when she had written all that. She was sixteen, she was in the kitchen, together with Lucy... On that day, her mother was buried. Her father, who wasn’t fully recovered after the surgery, had locked himself up in his room. Isabelle knew that on that night, he would drink until he would pass out. Isabelle stayed in the kitchen with Lucy. They drink a cup of tea and Belle tried to calm down a little. She closed her eyes and was able to feel even now the pain of that day, but also something else... something she had forgotten in these past crazy years. At the funeral, she had met a boy who had come there with the Graysons. He was tall, with short, as
“What’s going on with you, Belle?” he asked looking at her out of the corner of his eye. “Why are you down here? Why are you still awake?” Isabelle didn't know whetherto be honestand risk being teased by him or just tell him a lie. She chose to tell him the truth."Earlier, after we said goodnight, I went to my room, but I couldn’t sleep..." She looked down. “So, I read one of the two diaries Lucy found in my room, at the ranch. While reading it, I remembered a lot of things about my family as it was before the accident, about the person I was before I turned into the shadow of myself, about my first love...” He stared at her cautiously, because he already knew what Belle was talki
A broad smile appeared on Shawn's lips and his eyes filled with joy. Those words struck him so unexpectedly and inside he felt an explosion that heated every corner of his body immune for so long to any sign of affection or word of love. He pulled her a little closer towards him and his fingers touched her hair.“I am a total idiot, Belle. I can spot a good deal from a mile away, but I can't give a name to the emotions present in my heart. But now I finally understand,” he said softly.“What are you talking about?” she asked taking another step towards him.“I understand now why I think about you every day and night, why I can't close my eyes without seeing your face...” His hand caressed Isabelle's face and smiled at her in a different, new way. “Tomorrow it scares me, it makes
"I'd like to be as confident as you are," he said, taking her face in his hands and leaving a light kiss on her lips.“Would you like to tell me now what happened to my father? Shawn, I'm not going to lose you, so tell me everything, without fear. I will listen to you without judgment.” Shawn shook his head and nervously he ran his fingers through his hair. He had the feeling that he just touched the sky, but in no time, he’ll fall straight to hell. He couldn't tell her, not now. He just couldn't do it.“In a few hours, I will tell you everything, my sweet. I promise you.” Isabelle smiled at him and looked once again for his embrace. She was very happy, but also a little tire
The warm breeze caressed the petals of the white roses resting on the cold marble of Andrew and Michelle Baldwin’s grave. Until this day, until this visit at the cemetery, Isabelle had foolishly hoped that this wasn't true, that her father was still alive. But the moment she saw the grave, Isabelle felt like she was about to faint. She would’ve fallen if Shawn hadn't been there to catch her fall and hold her in his arms. Shawn held her like this and cradled her as if she was being a child again and let her cry. He was feeling sick seeing her like this, knowing that all this was his fault. After a while, Isabelle managed to calm down and the tears stopped running down her cheeks. She remained in Shawn’s arms, she needed to stay there for a while, she needed his force to feel better. They sat on a stone bench near the grave. Shawn didn't want to make her stand up too much. Looking at her, he knew the time had co
Isabelle stared at him perplexed, then blinked a few times trying to concentrate on his words. Maybe she hadn't heard right what Shawn had told her..."Sorry, Shawn, but I'm not... I'm not sure I understand," she murmured. “Would you please repeat what you just told me?”"I seduced you… I did it because I wanted to," he said and closed his eyes. "That afternoon, I made you mine." Even though she stared at him in shock, Shawn knew he couldn't stop his confession; he had to tell her everything. “After everything was over, I threatened you. I told you that you had to stop seeing my cousin, otherwise I would have told him what had happened between the two of us. You agreed, but I wasn't convinced yet. After you went away, I called your father to the ranch and told him that you’ve tried to seduce me and that I would never ag