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

“Now I just need to win over her mother.” “It’s not going to be easy, Nate.” I cross my arms. “Just because you said sorry and Mila likes you doesn’t mean I’ll hand over my heart again. I’m not giving you the chance to break it.” “I’m not asking for an easy way back,” he says gently. “And I will never—never—play with your heart again.” I pull away from his touch. “For the record, these aren’t tears,” I mutter, trying to sound flat. “I have allergies.”

“I do not have the slightest clue on what you are talking about.” “Oh, I think you do,” he said in a soft yet challenging tone. “But sure, let’s say you do not. Let’s also say you can just…go back to work like nothing happened.” “I can,” she said quickly, though her voice lacked conviction. Seth tilted his head, studying her, and the smirk on his face grew wider. “Can you, though?” he asked, stepping even closer. “Or are you just saying that to convince yourself?” Isabella's cheeks burned. Of course, he could see right through her—he always could. "I could totally walk away," she muttered, the words sounding more like she was trying to convince herself than him.

Nathan was going to say something else but he stopped halfway, like he shared a knowing look with Parrish, but it was only for a brief second before his eyes drifted back to me and he went on, “I have loved you every passing moment, so what now? You want to go back to him?” “No – ” I breathed desperately, “I don’t – I love you, Nathan.” But Nathan wasn’t listening to me anymore; he had whipped out his phone and dialed a number before speaking into the receiver, “Hey Janet, I think I’ll be able to make the partners’ dinner tonight, I’m on my way.” “Nathan, wait – please!” I begged, but he had stormed out already, walking past Sophie, who had equally been standing, and she threw me a disappoin

Anita shouted from the sitting room while she was drinking. ****** Isabella's POV I had already gotten very close to Tristan, and I realized I was slowly having feelings for him. The whole thing was getting messy. I promised myself I wasn't going to fall in love with him, but I found myself falling in love with him, which was scaring me because obviously his sister doesn't like me, and I still haven't cleared my name yet. There was just so much happening in my life now, and it's making me feel like I'm going crazy.

He just watched — still, waiting. I held his gaze. And I told the truth. “Never,” I said simply. Clearly. Like I’d rehearsed it a thousand times in my mind. Clinton didn’t flinch. He smiled, just slightly — that familiar curve of lips that once meant comfort but now only brought confusion. “I get it,” he said quietly. “And don’t worry, Joana. I will not seek a return to our relationship. Caleb added mock humour to his words. “For weeks, you have attempted the same thing.”

My identity was the only thing I had left. “I—“ I didn’t have the words, and I couldn’t form a sentence; I only stared at him as if he had grown two horns. Kill Isabella Monroe, the woman who was betrayed, the woman who trusted too easily, the woman who lost everything because she was too blinded to see the truth. Those were the words that rang in my head. "Do you think you're strong enough for that?" he asked, his voice quieter now. "You're falling apart over your face, Isabella . What makes you think you can get revenge when you're losing your mind over a scar?"

The whole town despises you now. Love, your dearest Dad, Steve. There was no need to write him back. What was there to say anyway? 'Oh, I am afraid you are wrong, and I am even falling in love with the Alpha' Tch. I returned the hat box to my closet and headed for the day's work.

"This isn't just about me, is it? This is also about you. You aren't just feeling guilty for what you did to me. You've been treated worse as well, haven't you?" James sighed, and said, "Yeah. But that's a long, brutal story. When you're back the the States and if you ever make up your mind, call me." He slid his card across the table and got to his feet. "I am the only one who can help you, Ellie Summers. And if I were you, I'd take it."

I murmured against her lips and she kissed me back fiercely as tears trickled down her cheeks. “I love you too. Damn it, I still love you so much.” she replied and for the first time in years I felt complete again. I knew as soon as Sabrina found out that Isabella and I were back together. Then she is going to try her best to play out all her tactics but this time around, there won't be any game left for her to play.

The war for the Thorne throne was over, and while we had walked away with nothing but the clothes on our backs and a silver USB drive, we had won the only thing that mattered. Gabriel pulled back, his eyes bright with a new kind of fire. He put the car back into gear. "Let's go home, Isabella," he said. "We have a real life to start." When we walked through the front door, the silence of the house was immediately shattered by the sound of Mia’s frantic pacing. Her heels clicked rapidly against the hardwood floors as she moved back and forth, her hands flying as she ranted to Elias, who was leaning against the kitchen counter with a look of exhausted patience.