Novel & Cerita Can't Win Me Back Isabella And Nathan

“I’ve had enough of your tricks and persistence with trying to tell me how to run my life or who to choose. I’m done. I don’t want to see Sabrina anywhere near this house. She ruined my marriage, damn it…” “What proof do you have? Sabrina’s been good to you…” I looked at her in disbelief, shaking my head as I exhaled. “I have more than enough proof. And just so you know, Max and Mia are mine, and I will do everything in my power to bring them back to this house. And when I say them, I mean Elena too…” Isabella gasped. “I will not allow that, Lucas. You need to do another DNA test. Only when we’ve done a new one and it proves they’re yours will I allow that her back into this house…”

“God, Isabella… you make me whole.” She cupped his face. “And you’re the only man I ever loved.” The waves crashed softly behind them. The world felt gentle again. Their family… finally healing. Hours later, Isabella stepped onto the balcony for a breath of night air as Alexander had carried a sleeping Ethan to the suite. She pressed her fingers to the new ring on her hand. Her future was once again bright. Hopeful. She whispered to the wind, "It's finally over…" Then a soft ding sounded from her phone.

The beautiful young lady smiled bitterly in her heart at the realization. “Sierra!” Someone called the beautiful lady’s name, snapping her out of her thoughts. She blinked her eyes before looking at the voice's source. It was Ophelia. She was waving her hand at her with a beautiful smile, gesturing for her to come over. Sierra immediately masked her thoughts, forcing a smile on her face before proceeding to walk towards her. Beside her sister stood the reason behind her shattered heart. Rigel Serrano, her husband. His blue eyes remained fixed on her while she walked.

But before I could pull myself together and do anything, she grabbed her bags from the counter and bolted. “When did she get back? Could Mr. Miguel…” “No!” I cut him off before he could say something stupid. “Miguel’s fine. I saw him last night.” “Then what’s she doing here after five years?” Bruno looked at me with a guilty expression. He’d helped me break her heart back then and had witnessed my suffering all these years without my girl. “I have no idea. But if anyone knows why she’s back in town, it’s Bianca.”

"Francis, please! Can you just let me be? I'm going through a lot already and the last thing I would want is you adding up to my problems" "Then share them with me, I'm here to listen to you. To help you solve all of it. I'm Francis North" "You can't help me! You can never do it! Everything is not all about money! Just let me go!!" "You've known me before today. You think I'm going to listen to you because you told me to leave? You're stuck with me forever, Andrea." "Why do you want me back so badly? What exactly do you want from me that you can't get from another woman?"

“Emily, listen to me” “You went back?” “Yes, but” “Oh my God.” “It was twenty minutes later.” “You WENT BACK.” “Because she called me crying!” Isabella smiled sadly. “He held me that night.” The garage went completely silent. I stared at Nathan. Nathan stared at Isabella like she’d detonated a bomb. “You promised you wouldn’t tell her that.” The second the words left his mouth, regret flooded his face. Too late. I took a step backward. Then another.

My fists clench painfully at my sides. Clearly, Nate and his precious mistress have underestimated me. “Just wait and see, Nate Hawthorne,” I mutter through clenched teeth, staring at his retreating back. “I’ll become a finalist. And I’ll prove every single one of you wrong.”

she muttered, pulling the blanket up to her chin. “No, you do not,” Godric replied smoothly, turning to face her. The playful amusement vanished, replaced by a sharp, calculating focus. “You fight me because you are terrified of getting hurt again. Ryan broke your trust. I understand that. But I am tired of playing this endless game of chase.” Larissa narrowed her eyes. “Then let me go.” “I have a better proposal,” Godric said, resting his elbows on his knees. “A wager. I will spend my time proving I am nothing like your former husband. I am going to make you fall in love with me. Willingly.”

I heard one of the girls exclaiming. My feet stopped abruptly. My heart hammered against my ribcage. “I have heard rumours that soon they’ll announce their relationship. Poor bumpkin Isabella. She thinks she can become the lady of the richest house.” The girls talked and my heart sank. Whatever Mrs. Salvatore said, replayed in my mind. I frantically started searching for Christopher. He couldn’t lie to me all this time. The venue had empty rooms on the first floor. I started looking for them in each room until my feet stopped at the doorstep of the last room. They were moans.

A faint, genuine smile tugged at Natalia’s lips despite the heaviness in her chest. Jonathan leaned forward, his elbows resting lightly on the table. “So… do you think she’ll want to meet him? Would you let her?” Natalia’s smile faltered, replaced by a softer, more guarded expression. She scoffed softly, shaking her head. “I don’t think Camila would be interested. She’s lived ten years without Damien, and she’s perfectly fine. I doubt she’d be eager to meet the man who abandoned her before she was even born.”