Semua Bab Abyss.: Bab 21 - Bab 30

The rain hadn’t stopped since last night. It drummed against the glass walls like it was trying to get in, like it knew something we didn’t. I woke up before dawn, Isabelle still curled against me, breathing slow and deep. I watched her for a long time, her face soft in sleep, the faint bruise of exhaustion under her eyes. The memory flash from last night had hit her hard. She’d gone quiet after, the kind of quiet that felt like drowning.By mid-morning she was up, but not really. She sat by the big window in the living room, knees pulled to her chest, staring at the gray world outside. Rain streaked the glass, blurring the distant city lights. She hadn’t spoken more than a handful of words since breakfast. Every time I tried, she just shook her head or gave me a small, tired smile that didn’t reach her eyes.I hated it. Hated seeing her like this. Half here, half lost somewhere in the fire she couldn’t fully remember.“Isabelle,” I said softly, crouching beside her chair. “Talk to

The low growl of heavy machinery outside dragged me awake. Bulldozers, excavators, men shouting over the rumble. I cracked an eye, 08:30 a.m. glowed red on the clock.I’d asked the crew to start early on the pool modifications, heated section, better lighting, a small waterfall feature for Isabelle. Something calm. Apparently “early” meant dawn.I was still rubbing sleep from my face when the bedroom door eased open.Isabelle slipped inside, closing it softly behind her. She wore loose cotton pajamas, hair down and slightly tangled, biting her bottom lip like she was bracing for something.“Good morning,” she said quietly, perching on the edge of my bed.I sat up slowly, sheet pooling at my waist.“Morning.” My voice was rough from sleep, but my eyes were already tracing her bare legs, the way the pajama top slipped off one shoulder, the faint mark I’d left on her collarbone days ago.She fidgeted, looking down at her hands. “Are you still mad at me?”I couldn’t speak for a second. Ye

The office was quiet except for the soft scratch of my pen across contracts and the distant hum of the air conditioning. I was deep in the spring collection budget numbers blurring together after hours of staring when the door opened without a knock.My assistant, Elena, stepped in holding a slim folder, eyes bright with something close to excitement.“Mr. Banderas,” she said, voice carefully professional but unable to hide the smile. “We just received an offer. Big one. Luxe Éclat, the Paris-based luxury group. They want us to handle their entire regional rebranding campaign. Full creative control, six-figure advance, and they’re hosting a launch event next month to announce the partnership.”I set the pen down. “Conditions?”“Only one real stipulation,” she said, sliding the folder across my desk. “They want a representative from our side at the event. Someone who embodies the brand. They specifically requested Isabelle.”My stomach tightened. “Alone?”Elena nodded. “They saw the re

The afternoon light spilled through the tall glass windows of my office, warm and golden, casting long shadows across the polished desk. It should have felt like any other workday, but my attention wasn’t on contracts or emails.It was on the small velvet box resting in my palm.I turned it slowly, my thumb brushing over the smooth surface as a smile tugged at my lips. Inside it was the necklace I had spent far too long choosing. Not because I couldn’t afford it but because nothing had ever felt good enough for Isabel.Dinner tonight played over and over in my head. The way she would tilt her head when she laughed. The soft crease between her brows when she listened closely. The way her eyes always searched mine, as if she were afraid of missing something important.I imagined reaching across the table, sliding the box toward her, watching surprise bloom on her face. I Imagined the quiet moment after…just us, no past, no complications.For the first time in a long while, my life fel

People talk about fear like it arrives loudly like thunder cracking across the sky.But the real kind?It slips in quietly. It’s the sudden realization that there is someone in this world you cannot afford to lose.I never believed I would become that man. The man who checks if someone got home safely.The man who notices when her smile doesn’t reach her eyes.The man whose entire day shifts depending on the sound of her voice.Yet here I was.Hopelessly aware that Isabel had become the calm inside my chaos.Before her, life was efficient. Ordered and predictable. Now it was alive.Colors had returned to places I didn’t even know had faded.When she laughed, something in my chest loosened. When she walked into a room, my attention followed without permission. And when she looked at me, really looked.. I felt seen in a way that was both terrifying and addictive.Love, I had learned, was not weakness. It was the quiet surrender of a guarded heart.Tonight was about reminding her of some