Third Person's POV:Isabel's lips bore the imprint of her teeth as a strange, almost irresistible pain took root within her. His member tore through her, yet she couldn't bear the thought of him stopping. Tears welled in her eyes as Mason continued to press deeper into her. "So tight," he gasped, his words strained with effort. "So fucking tight."With each movement, Isabel felt a mounting pressure, reaching a point where she wondered how he could possibly go any further. Then, a sudden, sharp sting stole her breath, causing her to squeeze her eyes shut. Mason, gasping, filled her completely, planted his hands on either side of her head.Her fingers dug into his shoulders, bracing for the pain she knew would come, but the comforting warmth she'd felt was replaced by icy chips. Mason froze above her, his breath ragged. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his lips brushing her nose, her closed lids, her cheeks. "I'm sorry.""It's okay," she whispered back. He kissed her again, tenderly, before re
Third Person's POV:In the midst of her confusion, Mason unexpectedly slid into the camera frame alongside Isabel, filming them together. "Have you lost your mind? What's going on?" Isabel chuckled, finding Mason's sudden antics rather childish.Brushing him aside, Isabel went to get dressed, searching for her clothes from the night before. To her surprise, she found a bag containing a new floral mid-length dress and other essentials. "How did he manage all this so quickly?" she couldn't help but wonder.With a smile on her lips, Isabel glanced at Mason, who was busy capturing videos of the sea by the window. Still perplexed by his sudden enthusiasm, she quickly dressed and joined him, driven by her rumbling stomach.Soon, Mason and Isabel found themselves on the beach where breakfast awaited them. The breathtaking view of the sea made Isabel feel like she was living in a dream. Mason pulled out a chair for her, taking his seat opposite her."It feels surreal. I'm almost too captivate
Third Person's POV:"Does any of this even make sense?" Mason vented his frustration to his younger sister, Anna. "Out of the thousands of girls who admire me, Mom had to choose one of the least attractive ones as my bride? Even our housemaids are more captivating than that girl."Today, when Mason laid eyes on the photograph of Isabel Forbes, the girl destined to become his wife in a matter of days, his world turned topsy-turvy. He discovered that Isabel didn't fit his narrow definition of beauty; she had a skin condition called leukoderma. In contrast, Mason, a 27-year-old bachelor from Florida and the handsome younger son of wealthy industrialist John Williams, embodied the epitome of perfection, capturing the hearts of countless girls.Accepting an imperfect and unattractive girl as his wife seemed impossible to Mason, especially when he was constantly surrounded by the most stunning women. This compelled him to unleash his grievances upon his sister Anna, hoping she would understa
Third Person's POV:Their mother, Nina, happened to pass by Mason's room and caught snippets of their conversation. Though she couldn't discern the details, she was certain they were discussing Mason's impending marriage. Curiosity piqued, she decided to interrupt and find out what they were talking about.Upon noticing their mother's arrival, Anna's laughter abruptly ceased, while Mason's throat went dry with apprehension, fearing that their mother had overheard his raised voice.Nina Williams was not only a housewife but also a strict college principal. Her unwavering discipline governed both her professional and maternal roles. Mason and Anna lived under her strict rule, fearing her authority more than anything else. No one dared to oppose Nina's decisions within the family."Was the topic of discussion related to your marriage, Mason?" Nina inquired calmly yet with a sharp focus solely on him.Mason felt a shiver run down his spine at his mother's question. He shook his head vigoro
Third's Person's POV:"Do you think it'll work?" Mason asked, curious as he glanced at his phone screen while Matt dialed Isabel's number. "Listen, don't cancel the marriage over the phone," Matt quickly replied, piquing Mason's curiosity even more. "Just tell her you want to meet in person and then cancel the marriage face to face," Matt continued, and Mason nodded, now in agreement. But both of them were left dumbfounded when Isabel didn't answer the call, even though it was ringing. Mason snatched the phone from Matt and dialed Isabel's number again, waiting anxiously for her to pick up. Meanwhile, Isabel was making a wedding shopping list with her little sister Emma. Suddenly, her phone rang, startling her. Looking at her slightly cracked screen, Isabel saw Mason's name appearing, causing her heart to race. She found herself shaking because it was the first time her fiancee had called her, someone she had already started dreaming about every night. Isabel had liked Ma
Third Person's POV: Isabel stood there wearing a bright yellow top and a flowing white skirt. Her skin disease was visible on her exposed hands, legs, and neck, yet she had no intention of hiding it. Her smile remained the prettiest in the world, even as her body showed signs of discoloration. Meanwhile, her dark brown eyes silently appreciated the handsome man standing before her, who would soon become her husband. If only she knew what he was truly thinking about her. "Why on earth did my mom choose her for me? She looks even uglier in person. I can't even imagine her as my bride," Mason lamented in his mind, as his eyes traveled up and down Isabel's figure. He wanted to say those hurtful words directly to her face, but he held back to spare his mom, Nina, from pain. Besides, after seeing Isabel's face, he had lost interest in engaging with her further. Her skin imperfections bothered him tremendously. "Hey... You're Mason, right?" Isabel asked, breaking the silence between them.
Third Person's POV:"D-Dad, do you really... like Isabel for me?" Mason's voice trembled with shock and surprise. He couldn't believe his dad was echoing his mom's sentiments. "Why not? Isabel is a really nice girl, Mason," Mr. John replied, but Mason sensed his dad was starting to sound like his mom too. "Remember when Mom had that accident two years ago?" Mr. John asked, leaving Mason too speechless to respond. Mason nodded slightly in reply to his father's question. "It was Isabel who saved your mom from the middle of the road and took her to the hospital. I met her there for the first time, and I was overwhelmed by her kindness," Mr. John reminisced, recalling the moment he first encountered Isabel. Before he could continue speaking, Mason's annoyed expression caught his attention. After hearing his dad's story, Mason finally understood why his parents liked Isabel so much. He couldn't help but think that Isabel had somehow influenced his parents with her exaggerated acts of
Third Person's POV: Though it wasn't the first time Martha criticized her, Isabel found it hard to endure those harsh words. "Maybe a blessing from elders like you came true," Isabel replied gently, knowing well that her aunt harbored no affection for her. "Yeah... Yeah... Whatever. I would be happier if Emma got such a prince as her husband," Martha remarked, referring to Isabel's younger sister. Unlike Isabel, Emma was considered flawless, the beauty of the family. Emma embraced the adoration, a sentiment that Isabel tried hard not to let affect her. Yet, the constant comparison still stung. Right now, Isabel sensed that her aunt was deliberately trying to insult and hurt her. Emma, engrossed in her phone, couldn't hold back when Martha continued to belittle Isabel. "I don't care whether my husband is a prince or not, because I don't judge based on looks like illiterate people. And I would be glad if you stop dragging me every time," Emma raised her voice, fed up with Martha's