Is Isabelle And Doomguy Married Novels & Stories

A call interrupted, and his tone shifted—soft, patient, dripping with devotion as he answered the same questions over and over, never tiring. I didn’t need to see his screen to know it was Isabelle. My former best friend. The woman who’d stolen my husband on my wedding day. A bitter pang stirred as I recalled my early days with Damian, bound by our families’ decree. He’d never shown me that kind of patience. Even when his lips brushed my cheek, my heart stayed cold—likely his did too.

You have no choice but to marry me now! Jared was furious. He shook Isabelle’s arm. “No! You’ll get an abortion. I won’t let you have my kids!” Aaron laughed. “Your love is flimsy and useless, Jared. Leave Charmaine alone. “This is my last warning.” He told the guards, “Throw them out.” Jared was too embarrassed to stay, and Isabelle ran out of the building after him. That was the last time I ever saw Jared. I heard his family forced him to marry Isabelle in the end. It was not a happy marriage, as they were always at each other’s throats and fought daily. Sometimes, their fights would even end up with them in the hospital.

he added as he struggled with his tie. Isabella felt her chest start to beat fast when he pushed her to the chair. “Too bad you had no idea she was secretly building a pit for you to fall in.” Isabella told him. “How was I supposed to know? Everything went smoothly because she was assisted by Damien.” Lucas said, his voice still cold. “Damien? The CEO?” Lucas flung the tie on the floor and turned to look at her. “Turns out they were married. They were fucking married!”

She pulled her phone out to take a quick scroll online, though none of the things she was watching truly registered. Footsteps soon sounded from the top of the stairs. Isabelle looked up and saw Julien stride back into the living room with a tablet in hand. He gave a smile before sitting across from her. He didn’t say anything to her as he began to read from the tablet, but every so often his gaze flickered up at her curiously. Isabelle ignored him. She knew exactly what he was thinking. A week ago she had still been Gregory’s wife, yet now she was here, in Riven’s villa, setting the table like a hostess. Of course he would be shocked.

"You know, I always wondered how you two were faring in that sham of a marriage. The girl who replaced me." "I didn't replace anyone," Maya said quietly. "Our marriage was arranged by our families. You know that." "Do I? All I know is that one day Alexander and I were planning our future, and the next, I was being told he was marrying you." Isabelle's voice had lost some of its playful edge. "But that's ancient history now, isn't it?" Maya said nothing, waiting. "Aren't you curious how I got your number?" Isabelle asked, the teasing tone returning. "Go on, guess."

Daniel said, admiration evident in his eyes. He could never let Liam ruin his career of the Storm empire by divorcing Isabelle. “But dad, Liam is still not talking to me, he's still pushing for the divorce,” Isabelle complained, pouting. “Don't worry yourself dear, I'll sort that one out, whether he claims to have married that woman, I'll make it null and void!” Daniel said, coughing out as his voice rose in anger. Isabelle felt her heart freeze at his statement. “Married? They're married?” Isabelle asked, shock covering her face.

"Who are you and who was the first man you got married to?" Isabella stared at him for a while before finally saying, "I am Isabella Flores, your wife. You are the first and only man I ever got married to. We had our wedding in London. Also, we have a beautiful daughter together and we love each other so much. Now, can you tell me what the hell is going on?" Angelo pulled her closer and hugged her. He closed his eyes and heaved a sigh of relief as he said, "thank you so much, my love. Thank you for coming back to us."

When they finally broke apart, both breathing hard, Damien smiled. "So we're really doing this? Getting married?" "We're really doing this." "Then we should celebrate." Damien pulled out his phone. "I'm calling my lawyer first thing tomorrow to finalize everything. We can be married within two weeks." Two weeks. Fourteen days until she legally bound herself to the man she was supposed to destroy. Fourteen days until there was no turning back. That night, they made love with a desperation that felt like goodbye and hello simultaneously. And afterwards, lying in Damien's arms, Isabella made a silent promise.

Her husband caressed her face and disappeared in a second, leaving the two of them alone in the house. “Dear, could you tell me what happened? Where's Shawn?” Marie asked approaching her. “To be honest, I’m not sure. But if I had to take a wild guess... I would say that he went to see his... lover.” Isabelle started laughing nervously. “After less than a day he was married to me, my husband left me to go and be with his ex. Shawn doesn’t want me, Marie, he wants her.”

Madam Carter then happily said, “Great! This is great!” Isabel and Liam huddled together and saw the picture on the papers. Isabel curiously asked, “Brother, what’s this? Why did Baddie take a picture with mommy?” “This means Daddy and Mommy are married. They are now husband and wife.” “Husband and wife? You mean like a hubby and wifey?” “Yeah.” Isabel pouted. Liam stroked her head and said with a smile, “Sis, we don’t have to be separated from mommy anymore.”