All Chapters of CRAVING ISABELLA: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

ISABELLA "I'm done! I'm actually done, Bella!" She begins to pace the room, biting her bottom lip hard, her fingers tapping against her temple... a habit she only displays when she thinks I'm being stupid. "What if Noah disappoints you?" "What if he doesn't?" I counter. Chloe stops pacing and whirls around to face me. "What if he’s really engaged to be married, Isabella? What if he’s spent the last few years building a life that doesn't have a single square inch of space for you? What if he doesn't even remember your name?" I scowl at her. "You know that is not true." "I don't know who he is anymore!" Chloe shouts. "He’s... different. I’m sure you haven't even looked him up on social media since the day he left. You don’t know what he looks like, who he hangs out with, or what kind of person he’s become. You just keep clinging to this... hope that he cherishes you and all that 'forever' stuff." "Believe me, he is not the same Noah you once knew. You’d be surprised at how much

ISABELLA"He said he hated you. He told me how you left him and how he didn't think that you'd do such a thing to him." I recount all that Noah said about this man. Everything he told me about the man he once considered father."He was better off without me." I scoff. The fuck! "Are you kidding me? No child is better off without their father!""Do not raise your voice at me young lady." His deep voice rings but right now, I don't care. I don't care if he's the president right now. All I care is that he's the man who caused Noah so much pain. The man who broke the man that I love."No, you should listen to me. Do you know what he went through when you left him?" My voice is now so small."I left so he could have a better life. I worked hard! So that he could have the kind of life Kol gave to him.""Kol wasn't his father. You are!" I shout."I couldn't stay. Diva cooked the story of how I violated her! Kol believed I took advantage of his wife. He would have taken my life. I ran. And w

ISABELLA His name is Mason. Noah's father, I mean. I've asked him multiple times if he's sure Noah will attend the stupid ball tonight and he answered yes every time. Don't blame me for being overly curious. As I stand by the door, my dress feels too tight. I'm clutching the glass of whatever liquid this is tightly. This place is crowded with you know who. The rich, the elite, the ones at the top. It's a wonder how Noah's dad climbed to this height. I thought he was just a gate keeper when Noah was born. I don't ask him that though. I just keep mute and stare around. Where is Noah? I want to see him for myself. And since Mason is so sure that he'd be coming with his date, or fiancee or whatever they're calling her... I'm even more eager to see him. It takes few minutes, before the room goes quiet. From across the tables, Mason and I lock eyes. This is it? Noah's coming in? I turn and brace myself for my first view of the man since years. It's a lady that walks in first. Then h

ISABELLAAfter saying those words to Noah, I turn and walk toward the end of the driveway. It's every instinct in me that wants to look back, to see if he's actually staying put or if he's watching me go with that tilt to his head. But I don't turn. I'm too annoyed to turn. I can't look him in the face one more time without breaking down. I have to stay strong. I must. This is it. If I don't stay strong, my friends will say they told me so, and... and I'll have to endure the... No! No! I can't.But I can let down few tears right? The first tear escapes and tracks a hot path down my cheek just as a pair of headlights cuts through the darkness. The car pulls up, the engine idling.Derek.I don't even wait for him to jump out and open the door. I yank it open myself and enter the seat, pulling the door shut with a thud."Drive," I say. "Please, just drive."Derek doesn't ask questions, bless his soul. But I know he will. He shifts into gear and pulls away. I stare out the window."Bella

NOAH I don't even know how I got in here. I just know that it's morning and my memory about last night are in what I'd like to term as pieces. I groan as the light filters in through the blinds. There's warmth beside me. There shouldn't be. It's been... a long time since I ever felt this way. When I mean long, I mean long. I open my eyes, glancing beside me and my eyes widen. Of course. Meredith. She moves, draping her arm over my chest while her fingers trace unknown shapes against my skin. I stare at the ceiling, with a frown. "I know you're awake. Good morning, fiancé." she says softly. I don't reply. I don't really have words for her this morning. I'm sure she's waiting because she lifts herself on one elbow, her blonde hair spilling over her shoulder. "I was thinking," she starts. "we should finalize the guest list this week. My mother wants to fly in her wedding planner. And I saw this venue in Mi..." "Meredith," I mutter, dragging a hand down my face. "It's bar