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The Bridal Shower (2)

ISABELLE'S POV: "I know, Grandmother," I answered, feeling a gentle warmth settle in my chest. "I feel very fortunate." "Love is a wonderful gift," she said with a nod. "Hold on to it and nurture it every day." My mother arrived last, checking over the final arrangements with the hotel staff before finally coming over to join us. Athena Valancourt was a strong, protective woman who had stood by me through every difficulty in my life. Seeing her walk toward me with a gift package in her hands and tears shimmering in her eyes made my own chest feel tight with emotion. "My sweet girl," she murmured, wrapping her arms around me and holding me close. "My beautiful daughter." "Mum," I whispered into her shoulder, swallowing against the sudden lump in my throat. "If you start crying right now, you are going to make me start crying too." "Then we will both cry," she answered softly, brushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "That is allowed on days like this." The s

The Day We Said I Do

ISABELLE'S POV:The morning of my wedding dawned bright and clear.I woke up in my childhood bedroom at Valancourt House, the same room I had slept in since I was a little girl. The walls were pale pink, the curtains white, the furniture elegant and familiar. It was the room where I had dreamed about my future, where I had written my first stories, where I had cried over broken hearts and celebrated small victories.And now it was the room where I would prepare to become a wife.I lay in bed for a long moment, staring at the ceiling, my heart pounding in my chest. I was getting married today. I was marrying Damon Varek. The boy who had promised to marry me when he was six years old. The man who had loved me through everything.I was going to be his wife.The thought was terrifying and exhilarating all at once. I had spent so many years alone, so many years building walls around my heart, so many years convincing myself that love was not for me. And now, here I was, about to make the b

Husband and Wife

ISABELLE'S POV:"I know so." She grinned. "He looks at you like you hung the moon. It is actually kind of disgusting."I laughed again. "You are terrible.""I am honest here, which is a difference."My grandmother arrived next.Isabelle Valancourt, elegant and dignified, her silver hair pulled back in a neat bun, her blue eyes bright with love. She hugged me tight and told me she was so proud of me."You have found a good man," she said. "I can see it in the way he looks at you. I can see it in the way he treats you. He loves you, Isabelle. Truly loves you.""I know, Grandmother," I said. "I know."She held my hands. Her eyes were wet."I remember when you were born," she said. "You were so small. So fragile. I held you in my arms and I promised you that I would always protect you. That I would always love you. That I would always be there for you.""Grandmother—""And now here you are. All grown up. About to get married. About to start your own family." She paused. "I could not be pr

Finally His Wife

ISABELLE'S POV:The reception was a wonderful blur of bright laughter, hearty toasts, and lively dancing that seemed to go on for hours.I remembered the speeches so clearly. Elara spoke first, her words so sweet and genuine that tears came to my eyes. Alistair went next, telling a few light jokes that had the whole room laughing out loud. My father stood up last, bringing a perfect mix of humor and deep tenderness that made me wipe my eyes while smiling at the same time. I remembered cutting the cake, listening to the soft music, and feeling Damon's steady arms around me during our first dance as husband and wife. He held me close to his chest, swaying gently as if he never intended to let me go.All through the evening, I felt the steady focus of his eyes on me. It was a look full of total warmth and deep appreciation, as if he still found it hard to believe that our long journey had finally led us to this moment.And now, after all the guests had said their goodnights, we were

The Wedding Night

DAMON'S POV:I took my time with her. There was no rush. No urgency. We had the rest of our lives. Tonight I wanted every second burned into my memory.I sat her up and slowly unzipped the back of her dress. The fabric slid down her arms and pooled at her waist. I kissed the bare line of her spine, one vertebra at a time, until she shivered. Then I eased the rest of it off and laid her back down.I started at her ankles. Soft kisses up the inside of her calves, the sensitive skin behind her knees, higher until my mouth reached the soft skin of her inner thighs. She was already breathing harder. When I finally put my mouth on her, she let out a long, open moan that filled the quiet suite.I licked her slowly at first, mapping every fold with my tongue, then sucked her clit between my lips until her hips started lifting off the bed. Her hands fisted in the sheets. I slid two fingers inside her while I kept working her with my mouth, curling them in steady strokes. The wet sound of it mi

Paradise With You

ISABELLE'S POV:The Maldives was everything I had ever dreamed of and so much more.We arrived late in the afternoon and the seaplane ride from the capital had been breathtaking. We flew over vast stretches of clear turquoise water dotted with tiny ring-shaped islands that looked like bright green jewels dropped into the ocean. I spent almost the entire flight with my face pressed close to the small oval window, taking in every view with wide eyes and a full heart.Damon watched me from his seat, a small, amused smile playing on his lips while his hand rested comfortably on my knee."You look like someone seeing the ocean for the very first time and you are a brilliant writer," he teased softly."I feel like it," I admitted, looking over at him with a wide grin. "I have traveled to a lot of places for work and family trips, but I have never seen water this clear or sand this white.""Neither have I," he said quietly. "At least, not like this. Not with you by my side."I turned

Paradise With You (2)

ISABELLE'S POV: There was no rush, no lingering worry, and no outside noise to pull our attention away. We made love on the outdoor daybed under a clear sky full of bright stars, listening to the rhythm of the tide below us. We made love inside the room with the sheer white curtains fluttering in the sea air and most times we swam together at night in the warm water right beneath our deck, held close in each other's arms while the quiet sea cradled us. It was deeply romantic, passionate, and completely restful. It was everything I had ever hoped our new beginning would be. One evening, after the sun had gone down, we lay together on the cushions out on the deck. A soft breeze kept the air cool, and the sky above us was completely filled with stars. "I still catch myself feeling amazed that this is really our life now," I whispered softly into the night, resting my head against his bare chest. "That we are actually here, totally at peace, as husband and wife." Damon shifted s

From Mansion to Home

ISABELLE'S POV:The mansion was cold when we returned from our honeymoon.I had not noticed it before. When I had first arrived, when I had been recoering from the attack, when I had been focused on Damon's injuries and my own fear, the mansion had just been a backdrop. A place to sleep. A place to hide. A place to wait for the next terrible thing to happen.Now that everything had settled and we were officially married, everything felt different. The air inside the grand foyer felt a bit stiff, carrying that slight chill that only a massive, empty house could hold. My suitcases sat by the door, looking small against the giant marble tiles.Damon stood right beside me, his hands tucked into his pockets, looking around the space as if seeing it through my eyes for the first time."It needs work," I said, crossing my arms against the sudden draft.He raised an eyebrow, a faint hint of amusement playing at the corner of his mouth. "It is a mansion and you know it is worth more tha

You Are My Home

ISABELLE'S POV:I felt my heart swell. I leaned up on my tiptoes and kissed him right there in the middle of the kitchen.The master bedroom was the biggest project of all.It was large and cold and impersonal, just like the rest of the house. The bed was huge, the sheets were stark white, and the curtains were black. It looked like a hotel room where people stayed for one night and left.I changed everything to make it softer.I bought new sheets, soft and cream-colored, with pillows that were actually comfortable to sleep on. I added a thick duvet that made you want to bury yourself in it on lazy Sunday mornings. I replaced the gloomy black curtains with light, airy white ones and I added photographs on the nightstands, pictures of us laughing, of our wedding day, of our quiet moments on our honeymoon.And I added a small wooden bookshelf in the corner, filling the shelves with paperback novels that I loved.Damon walked in while I was arranging the last few books. He stopped

The Little Miracle

ISABELLE'S POV:The first sign was the tiredness. It crept up on me slowly before hitting me like a wave.I had always been a morning person. I woke up with the sun, ready to face the day, ready to write, ready to conquer whatever challenges lay ahead. But lately, I could barely drag myself out of bed. My limbs felt weighed down, and my eyelids felt glued shut. I was exhausted all the time, no matter how much sleep I managed to get. I would wake up tired, spend the afternoon yawning at my desk, and fall fast asleep on the couch long before dinner time rolled around.Damon noticed. Of course he noticed because he always noticed everything. Nothing ever slipped past him."Are you okay?" he asked one morning, watching me struggle to keep my eyes open over a bowl of cereal."I am fine," I said, trying to flash a convincing smile while blinking rapidly. "Just tired.""You have been tired for weeks, Izzy.""I have been working hard on the manuscript.""You have been napping every s

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