Isabella is the youngest between her and her sister Ruby. Isabella always had a crush on Ace Anderson. So, when her bestfriend got her a ticket to his show she couldn't let that opportunity pass. Ace is a well-known model, not only that but he worked for his father's multi-millionaire business. Imagine how she felt when he confessed his feelings for her. Only Ace had a sinister motive, and he was not the man she thought he was. His attitude towards her took a whole turn when they got married not only was he distant, but he was also abusive. The question is why? Not only that but he has a big secret that he is keeping from Isabella Will Isabella forgive him or will a mystery man sweep her off her feet and save her.
View More*SIX YEARS AGO*:
'Izzy!'
'Izzy you better get your ass down here.' I groan can't you let a girl sleep God.
That's when I heard the door open, suddenly my blanket is yanked off me.
'Come on.' I say really annoyed but I didn't dare open my eyes.
'Izzy come on wake up.' my sister Ruby says.
'Let me sleep.' I say snuggling more into my pillow.
'For goddess sakes Isabella if you don't get your ass up I swear to go-'
'Fine geez.' I say then I got up and let out a long and good stretch then I looked at my sister and she looked really annoyed at me.
'Well hello sister.' I taunt at her, then next thing I know she grabbed my pillow and threw it at me.
'Get your ass up or you will be late for college.' she says holding her waist.
'Well get out of my room then.' she gives me one last look then she exits.
I love my sister but she can be really annoying. She was 5 years older than me, I was 19 so she was 24. It was just the two of us from our parents.
My parents were really amazing I loved them and I looked up to them especially the love they have for each other I always imagined myself having a love they both have but for now I'm just focusing on school.
I sighed and got up, I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, took a short shower, then put on a light shirt with some shorts and boots.
I then went to grab my backpack and then I went downstairs and found my sister making breakfast. We lived together not that I liked it but because I didn't have to pay rent.
I then walked towards the door but then she stopped me.
'Get your tiny ass back here.' I slump my shoulders then I turn around and find her holding stacks of pancakes and I could already feel my mouth watering.
I then went to grab a bite but she made sure that the plate was out of my reach.
'But Ruby.' I whine.
'But what? Weren't you the one who was leaving without eating breakfast?' she asks while raising her brow.
I just kept staring at the pancakes, what can I say I love food one could actually be able to kidnap me by luring me in using food.
She sighed and gave me the pancakes, I then went to the chair and put a little maple syrup and some chocolate chips and some whip cream.
'Are you going to eat all that?' she asks me with a look of disgust and amazement in her eyes and I just give her a look.
'And why would I not eat them ALL?'
'What I'm just wondering where all that food you eat goes cause it sure as hell ain't in your tummy.' I heard her mutter ass and tits so I glared at her I almost didn't hear it. Almost.
'What?' she asks innocently.
'I heard you.' I then shoved all those pancakes down my throat well of course I chewed, then I took the plate to the sink. I then shood up leaving.
'I love you too.' she sings she was clearly amused.
'Yeah, yeah.' I mutter argh sometimes I wonder how we are sisters I mean we don't even look the same the only thing we have in common the fact that we both have blonde hair.
I mean I'm short not only that but she was right I really had not ass but I monitor my boobs from time to time and I see they are growing-ish.
While with my sister she's not only tall, lean but girl really has boobs and ass I mean could she not have at least spared some for me? But I actually love myself so I don't really let that get into my head.
I then went to the bus stop and waited for the bus. That's when I heard my phone buzzing and I looked at the caller ID and it was my friend Ronald. I picked up.
'Hello?'
'Don't hello me bitch where are you lessons have started.' he whisper yells at me and I found myself rolling my eyes.
'I'm on my way jeez.' before he could say anything else I hung up, I wasn't really worried I was actually gifted I could analyze something and quickly get it so I really didn't stress much about school.
The bus finally came and I got in it was just a 20 minute drive I then got off and walked my way into the college.
I then opened the door to professor King's class and every head turned my way for seconds then they stopped I got inside and made my way to my sit.
'This is the third time you've been late to my class this week Isabella.' he said and he didn't look very happy.
'I'm sorry.' I say but I really was not and I could tell that he was really not buying it.
'Don't make me throw you out of my class.' he said looking dead serious.
'I'm sorry it won't happen again.' he didn't look convinced but he let it go I then went to my sit and to my right was my friend Ronald who was throwing daggers at me.
'Is there something wrong?' I ask finally look at him.
'No just the fact that you had the fucking audacity to hang up on me bitch why did you do that for?' he says crossing his arms.
'I'm sorry it won't happen again.'
'No hunny that might have worked on the hot professor but not with me.' he says did I mention Ronald is gay and has weird Kinks about professors. I sigh and look at him in the eyes I knew I was going to regret it but I asked.
'What can I do to make it up to you?' that's when I saw a grin form on his face and I knew I was fucked.
He then held out a magazine and on the front there was a man and he looked familiar but I couldn't figure out where I knew him from.
'Okay see that hottie there?' he asks while pointing at the picture and I just nod.
'Well that is Ace.' he says and it finally clicked, I stare at him eyes wide then I stare at the photo after all these years. It really was him Ace my first crush.
*I never knew I would feel so much pain, and yet be so in love with the person causing it- littleNivi.com*
The rain came fast and heavy that night. The kind that soaked you to the bone in seconds. I stood by my window, arms wrapped tightly around myself, watching the water pelt down the glass. My thoughts had been a storm of their own since Logan’s visit. His voice still echoed in my head—dark, low, lethal. "we will continue this later." It wasn’t just a threat. It was a promise.I didn’t know what to make of Logan Blakk.One moment he was terrifying, unpredictable, like the villain in a dark thriller. The next... he was something else. Not soft, never soft. But attentive. Like the way he wiped that tear off my face when he thought I was asleep. No one had ever done something like that for me before—not even Ace. Especially not Ace.I pulled away from the window and moved toward the kitchen. The silence in the house was suffocating. I’d tried to fill the void with noise earlier—music, TV, even baking—but nothing worked. There was this restless energy buzzing beneath my skin. I needed out.
**Logan's POV**The moment I stepped out of her apartment, the evening air did little to cool the fire in my veins. I needed to shake off the effect she had on me. **Isabella.** She was a distraction—a dangerous one. I hated the way she had gotten under my skin, but there was no denying it. This little game was getting more intense with each passing second. As I drove back to my place, I replayed the events of the evening. Her defiance, the way she looked at me when she thought I couldn’t see her. That damn spark in her eyes that made me want to both crush her and protect her all at once. But I didn’t have time for this now.Danny was waiting when I arrived. My second-in-command was leaning against the wall near the door, a cigarette hanging from his lips. “You’re late, boss,” he muttered, flicking the cigarette away and crushing it under his boot. His eyes darted toward me, reading my mood. "You good?"“Where is he?” I barked, ignoring his question. Danny nodded, understanding the sh
The evening was quiet as Isabella hummed softly, chopping vegetables in her kitchen, the warm smell of lasagna filling the small space. She had been looking forward to a peaceful night alone, just her and her homemade dinner. That’s when a sharp knock echoed through the house, interrupting the quiet.Isabella paused, the knife still in her hand. She glanced at the clock. 5:30 pm. Who would be visiting at this time? Wiping her hands on a dish towel, she moved to the front door. When she opened it, there was no one there—just a large package sitting on her doorstep, wrapped in elegant blue paper and tied with a bow. Her eyes darted up and down the street. Nothing. Not a single person in sight. A slight frown formed on her face as she bent down, hesitating for a moment before picking up the box and bringing it inside. She set it on the kitchen counter, curiosity bubbling inside her.“What the hell is this?” she muttered to herself as she pulled the bow loose and carefully unwrapped the
Logan’s pulse hammered in his ears as he pinned her against the door, his large hands gripping Isabella’s arms tightly enough to hold her in place but not enough to hurt her. His lips crashed onto hers without thinking, the need to possess her overriding every rational thought. It wasn’t supposed to be like this—he wasn’t supposed to lose control. Not with her. But the moment her lips met his, every ounce of cold, calculated restraint shattered. She tasted like trouble and he hated it. Hated the way his body responded to her, hated the fire that ignited between them the second he touched her. He wasn’t the type of man to be moved by women, especially not someone like Isabella. "Get her out of your system," Logan’s mind growled. "This is just sexual frustration. It’s nothing more." But as his hand slipped up her thigh, gripping the soft skin under her dress, he felt her body tremble, not with desire but with fear. Panic. The second his fingers brushed the thin fabric of her underwea
The stillness of the night enveloped Izzy as she abruptly woke up, her mind hazy and disoriented. The quiet of the house almost seemed oppressive, the ticking of the clock on her nightstand magnifying the deafening silence that wrapped around her. She blinked several times, trying to shake off the grogginess, and slowly the events of earlier that evening came rushing back. Logan’s touch. His lips on hers. The possessive way he held her against the door. The intensity of the kiss that had left her breathless and vulnerable. She sat up in bed, heart racing as she thought about it. Embarrassment flushed her cheeks as she recalled the way she had let herself melt into the moment, how easily she had given in to the heat between them. But then… then she had panicked. The second his hand had started to trail up her dress, her body froze, not in desire but in fear. That old, familiar fear that Ace had burned into her. "Ace," she whispered under her breath, feeling a cold shudder ripple thr
Izzy stood at the bus stop, her eyes scanning the street, lost in thought about her conversation with Ron earlier. She had managed to avoid most of his questions about Logan, but she knew it wasn’t the end. Ron would pry more—it was in his nature. But the truth? She couldn't tell him that. Not about Logan being "D." Not about the threats. Not about what she'd seen Logan do.A sleek black car pulled up in front of her, snapping her back to the present. The tinted window rolled down, and Logan’s sharp, dark eyes locked onto hers from the driver’s seat.“Get in,” he said flatly, his voice leaving no room for argument.Her pulse quickened, and she took a step back, shaking her head. "I’m walking."Logan’s gaze hardened, his fingers tapping the steering wheel with a dangerous kind of patience. “Isabella,” he said slowly,the way he said her name sent shivers down her spine"I’m not asking. If you don’t get in the car, I’ll make you. And I don’t think you want that."Her heart skipped a beat,
The novel is in cruel Romance genre with twists of pain, betrayal, and regrets. This is written by Lee_SHH. Isabella is fond of Ace and getting married to him is such a wonderful and exciting idea for her. But the marriage turned quite regrettable as she was mistreated by her husband - series of yelling and ignoring. All that she has for comfort is Ron - her childhood friend. Ace gets jealous of their relationship and starts to emotionally strangle Isabella. But her husband's jealousy and mistreatment only led her and Ron to fall in love with each other...
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