LOGIN“Some people walk into your life quietly, yet some ruin you without even trying to.” Isabella Young, a twenty-five-year-old woman, comes back to New York to rebuild her life. Her agenda is clear: find a job, get an apartment, get married. It all seems easy enough until she finds herself in the worst position of her life, with no job, no apartment, no partner, and running low on her resources. Prideful Isabella doesn’t ask for help or pity. She believes she will stay single forever. But fate is ruthless in her timing. Because when she least expects it, she meets him. Damian Sinclair, a thirty-two-year-old man, bound by duty, loyalty, and control. He knows what he must do: find a suitable match, get married, and have an heir. A son to carry the family name. Until he sees her. The timing is wrong. Circumstances are worse. Connections are inconvenient. Will either of them be able to resist the temptation and continue their lives as if the other never existed or will they risk everything for something neither was supposed to have?
View More-Isabella- By the time the night came to an end, I was inside making dinner with my mother in the tiny kitchen that had always seemed so big back when Emma and I were little. I feel like we could run miles inside of it. Suddenly, it lacked the space to accommodate mom and me properly.Meanwhile, my dad was watching the football game in the living room, half-asleep, with a remote placed on top of his stomach and feet propped up on the coffee table. I was peeling the potatoes as mom droned on and on about Emma and her perfect marriage to Mark. I know that it's her daughter and that my mother is more than happy to have one of her daughters be happy and content, but hearing about my sister right now really irked me. Especially when we had argued last night. A small smile that was on my mother’s face while she talked about her older daughter and how she made her so very happy was a stab to the heart. I was never the jealous kind. I knew my mom was proud of me. But this had fucked me ov
-Isabella- The plastic chair under me was made with woven design, just like the old chairs that used to be made with wicker. My arms were leaned on the plastic table that had a rose-covered tablecloth over it. The same tablecloth had always been present at outside gatherings and picnics. It had been through thick and thin but it was still usable even though it had a few dirty spots over it. The smell of coffee wafted through the air, from the opened kitchen window behind me. It was accompanied with the undertones of damp soil and the sweet scent of flowers that were currently in bloom. The blooming season in the garden started with the first sun rays in spring. The first flowers that would bloom would be tulips, lilac trees and several rose bushes. The roses were the most resilient keeping up their blooms until the autumn when the weather would get cold and depressing. I was always a fan of summer more than any other season. I liked the warmth and sun. Everything was in bloom and
-Isabella- This day was going to be hell. I was so tired, barely able to keep my head up in the office. My mind was constantly drifting toward Damian and Ezra. What had happened after I had left?As I said, I couldn’t focus so besides reading the manuscript I had received that morning. I was also stuck in a loop of constantly checking my phone for new messages. Hoping that at least one of them would be from Damian to assure me that everything had been alright and that he woke up alive and well. Unfortunately, none of them were from Damian and the only ones I’ve been getting were from my sister. I did not look forward to those. Especially due to the fact that they kept coming every fifteen minutes on the dot. They kept making my focus drift from my work to yesterday's argument. Besides, her messages kept varying from calm and collected:‘Isabella, we are sisters. I am sorry for pushing my wishes onto you.’ …To mildly gossipy:‘If you have a boyfriend I think I deserve to know.’…To
-Damian- “Answer me.” Ezra said, suddenly feeling very overprotective of his, by far, the greatest enemy number one. “It’s just a nickname.” I shrugged, willing my voice to stay steady and not reveal anything. For both Bella’s sake and mine. “Bullshit.” He snaps at me. I’m trying so hard to stay calm and collected. For a moment there is only silence broken by his heavy breathing. Before he finally lifts an accusatory finger in my direction. “You called her baby.” His shoulders were squared as if bracing for a fight. “I can’t call someone ‘baby’?” At this point I was truly poking a lion in the eye. But I couldn’t stop. “I thought you didn’t like her anyways. Why does it matter?” I asked, taking a sip of my coffee trying to seem steady even though my heart was hammering inside of my chest against my ribs, hard. “I don’t like her. ” He said through his teeth.“So, why do you care?” I asked nonchalantly“Because, while I might’ve been drunk enough to hallucinate… I didn’t hallucina
-Isabella-I glance away from Damian to look at the Hurricanes as Melody speaks up. I nod. I look back at Damian."It was nice meeting you. I'll see y
-Damian-I wipe my hand down my chest, straightening my white button-down shirt, and exhale a long breath. It's a desperate attempt to collect myself. I'm walking in the direction where I saw her
-Damian-I tip my tumbler up and drain the Scotch from it in one long gulp, letting the liquid burn its way down my chest.Despite having spent the last four years frequenting
-Isabella-Another shot down. Another smile. Another chuckle. Two of my friends, Melody Judd and Alexandra Brewer, dragged each other to the dance floor and were now dancing together in the middle












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