Can't Win Me Back Isabella And Nathan Novels & Stories

He would surely give her all that was supposed to belong to her. Isabella was already in tears when he finished talking. She was crying because of what he said. Not because her father had died. Whatever love she had for him was already gone and forgotten. She had tried several times to contact him after she got to Nigeria but, he never spoke to her. He even went as far as to stop sending money for her education and upkeep after a year. What made her cry is the fact that too much time had passed and the mention of that night still hurts her. "You are wrong about one thing tho, though I never lost anything. What happened made me see who my family are. I might even have to thank you for not sho

Her eyes shifted back to Scarlett slowly, carefully, like she was trying to figure out how one woman could undo years of certainty in a matter of days. "You must feel very victorious," Avery said. Scarlett’s expression hardened instantly. "I’m not doing this with you." "No?" Avery tilted her head slightly. "it certainly looks like you won." "That’s enough," I warned sharply. Avery ignored me completely. "You disappeared for five years, come back with his children, and suddenly he can’t go a few hours without running after you." Scarlett stood slowly then, calm in a way that made the tension worse. "I didn’t come back for him."

He stood beside me. "But..." "I don't think Nathan is our answer." I looked at him. "You don't?" "No." "Why?" "Because this is too clean." He looked back toward the office building. "Someone wanted us to notice him." The realization hit me instantly. "A distraction." He nodded. "If Nathan did something..." "I think he was helping someone." The question lingered between us. Helping who? Before either of us could say another word... Abe's phone rang. He answered immediately.

I was nothing but the goods in that deal, weighed, placed, dealt with. I cut the link. Then, against the wall, inch by inch, I pulled myself up. My legs shook, my left hand useless. The moment I stood straight, my vision went black for a long while. I'd cried. I'd believed. I'd been a fool. I'd grovelled. Elara Hale had lost every last bit of her dignity over these three years. So let it end here. In two weeks I'd marry north. I would walk into that wedding standing straight, as if I'd never loved a single wolf.

I strode back and forth, completely irritated about how this conversation was going. “Can’t you hear what I said? Which part of it are you not understanding?” Nixon looked at me casually. “Nothing. I completely understand everything. That’s why I told you we will be leaving first thing in the morning.” “You’re kidding, right?” “I am not.” “Then why do you want me to go back there? Can't you see? Adrian no longer wants me! He was okay with the fake Aria on his side and completely forgot about me. What’s the point of going back there to be with a man who did nothing but hurt and disappoint me?”

It disgusted Nihan with my language, and Nihan could see the anger in my eyes. "Then what do you want?” Nihan replied irritatedly to me because she couldn't understand what I meant. "Kiss me." My response astounded Nihan. She looked down at my seductive lips. She didn't know why our lips were like magnets because they slowly crossed our lips. That kiss was long enough to be intentional as our lips parted to breathe air. The two of us left the room smiling together while I put my arm around the girl's shoulder. Sister Erna's saw us as our lips parted when she passed by. It seemed we were in their own world because they didn't even notice her, even with his immense size.

“Do you think I should go back to Jasmine? Why should I? She left me.” “It’s becoming clear you hate your decision. You can still fix it if you want” Ezra presses. “You’re making me feel like I hate it!” I snarl. “I’m not doing anything” He shrugs. “Then my decision is right. We can forget this sickening conversation between us and I’ll focus on Alison’s night tonight” I say. “Alright I’ll continue my investigation after Alison becomes Luna” Ezra nods. “You can drop it if you want. We can put past all these and take it as if Jasmine never existed”

Putting my arm through the handle of my bag, I scowl, "That's none of your business. Know your place and quit acting like we separated on good terms, Malcolm. See yourself out when you're done here." "Wait! Marry me again!" "What?" I blink in shock as the question falls from my lips in a broken whisper. What sort of maniac did he become in five years? His eyes pin me to the ground in certainty and there is not an atom of doubt or a joke- "Marry me again, Caroline," he gulps and adjusts himself cautiously where he stands like he's trying to coax a child. "Look, I made a mistake in the past. I'll fix that. Let me fix that. I've loved you ever since and I'm not ready to give you up. I want you

"Who is this?" Ethan didn’t bristle, didn’t puff up with alpha-male aggression. He simply turned, his expression shifting to a calm, almost weary acceptance. He extended a hand, his movement deliberate, respectful. "Michael Smith? I’m Ethan Blackwell." He paused, the word ‘husband’ hanging unspoken but potent in the air between us all. His gaze flicked back to me, a world of complex emotion in that single glance, resignation, pain, a fierce protectiveness, and that unwavering promise: The choice is yours. "...Lila’s past," he finished, his voice devoid of malice, only a profound sadness. "I was just leaving." He gave Mikael a curt, polite nod, his eyes lingering on mine for one last, searing

Grainy but unmistakable. There he was, thirty years younger, cheekbones sharper, eyes the same shape, his arm wrapped around a young woman whom I immediately recognized as Claire Sinclair. Her hair long and soft, her smile too bright, too trusting. My stomach flipped, not with sympathy, but with revelation. Celeste looked just like her. The pieces fell into place too perfectly, almost insultingly easy. Nicholas/Nathaniel had been sitting on an empire and an international board seat all this time… and he had voted for his daughter to win?