Lahat ng Kabanata ng SOFT CURVES: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

A beautiful smile spread across Isla's lips as she woke up the next morning beside Vincent, who was still peacefully asleep. She quietly gazed at his handsome face, her heart swelling with affection as she took in the features she had missed so much. The soft rise and fall of his chest as he breathed deeply, the slight furrow in his brow even in his sleep—everything about him seemed so familiar, yet so distant, reminding her of the years they had spent apart. For a moment, she just allowed herself to savor the sight of him beside her, feeling a warmth in her chest that she hadn’t realized she had been missing. But then, just as quickly, a sting appeared in the corners of her eyes. The ache in her heart deepened as memories of how their story had ended flooded her mind, and the pain and sadness she had endured from their separation resurfaced. The weight of those memories threatened to pull her under, but she fought to keep them at bay. She didn’t want to ruin this moment of peace.Ca

His voice was full of encouragement, making the moment feel even more special. Matthew beamed at the praise, clearly enjoying the attention from his father. Vincent’s gaze softened as he looked at the boy, and for a brief second, Isla felt a sense of nostalgia for the kind of fatherly love she had hoped for when she was pregnant with Matthew.“Of course, from my Mama and Papa. It’s just too bad I haven’t met my Papa yet,” Matthew replied with innocent sincerity, unaware of the weight his words carried. His tone was light and cheerful, and he had no idea that his casual mention of his father would stir something deep inside Isla. She stood there, listening to him, a lump forming in her throat. There was something so pure about the way Matthew spoke, without any trace of bitterness, as if he still held onto the hope of meeting his father one day.At those words, Vincent shot Isla a meaningful glance. His eyes were sharp, his expression unreadable, but there was a certain intensity in th

"Five years, Isla. I tried to get closer to you. I did everything. But why Vincent?" Randy’s voice cracked as he spoke, the hurt and confusion evident in every word. He stood in front of her, waiting for an answer, his arms crossed tightly across his chest, his face clouded with disbelief. Isla could feel the weight of his words sink deep into her chest, making it hard to breathe. She had never imagined it would be like this, that her past with Randy would lead to this moment of raw emotion. She opened her mouth, but the words felt stuck, unable to escape.Isla lowered her head, her gaze fixed on the floor as she struggled to find the right words to say. She had always been a person who kept her feelings to herself, afraid of hurting others or exposing too much of her heart. But in this moment, the truth was undeniable. It was time to face the consequences of her choices. "I’m sorry," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. It was all she could say, and it seemed so inadequate, s

A soft and blissful moan escaped Isla’s lips, as if her body had betrayed her and acted of its own accord. Vincent’s bold hands were unapologetically exploring her, igniting sensations she hadn’t expected. Each deliberate touch sent ripples of warmth coursing through her, drawing reactions she couldn’t control. Her chest rose and fell with uneven breaths, her body responding in ways that left her mind reeling. Yet Vincent wasn’t content with just one reaction; he seemed intent on unraveling her completely. His hands moved with a precision that spoke of confidence, each touch a deliberate invitation for her surrender.He repeated the motion, each time more assured, all while his piercing gaze remained locked on her. There was something almost magnetic about the way he studied her, as though her every expression held the answers to unspoken questions. It was both unnerving and thrilling, his intensity breaking through the walls she had tried so hard to maintain. Isla felt the heat ris

Every glance he gave her was like a command, a demand that she let go completely and trust him with her vulnerability. Isla felt her walls crumbling under the weight of his presence, her body and soul surrendering to the undeniable connection between them. The raw intensity of his gaze was both exhilarating and terrifying, leaving her breathless as her body burned with need. She could feel the power he held over her, yet it wasn’t oppressive—it was liberating, a freeing surrender that she willingly gave.The glimmer in his eyes spoke volumes, each flicker of heat and longing stirring something deep within her. It wasn’t just lust; it was a mix of desire, admiration, and something far deeper that left her heart aching in the best way. The unspoken emotions in his eyes echoed her own, and that silent exchange of vulnerability left her feeling more connected to him than ever before. Every reaction he drew from her seemed to fuel his determination, his movements becoming even more deliber