Is Isabelle And Doomguy Married Novels & Stories

“It doesn’t stop it from attaching to me anyway.” Damien’s team pushed another statement. Cleaner, harder, with documents attached this time. No marriage certificate because no marriage had existed. Relationship end dates. Public records that refused Isabella’s version. It helped in the places that still cared about proof. It did almost nothing in the places that preferred the emotional shape of a wronged wife and the woman who replaced her.

I said, letting my voice tremble just enough to sound fragile. Gabriel came in front of me, glaring at me like I had embarrassed him by existing. “We need to talk, Isabella.” he said coldly. “Yes?” I asked calmly. “I am listening.” “How is it going on between you and Mateo?” He asked. He didn't ask how I was. He didn't care. I didn't please him with the answer. I asked instead, “Why are you asking?” “I am asking because you have failed in your duties as a wife.” Gabriel continued, his voice rising. “Three years of marriage and not a single child. In the past, a woman like you would’ve been thrown out of her husband’s house.”

I didn't tell Isabelle my flight details and made sure to leave quietly, afraid she'd try to follow. But when Yvette and I met up to check in, Isabelle still showed up. "Lucas, I really know I was wrong. Let's get married, okay? I'll follow you wherever you go!" I sighed. When I was still in love with her in the past seven years, her heart was occupied by Ronald. Now that I didn't love her anymore, she clung to me nonstop. I really didn't understand what she was thinking. "Isabelle, I've already made myself very clear. We can't go back to what we had. We're adults, so let's leave each other with some dignity."

“You—You manipulative—” “I kissed you because you wanted it just as badly as I did.” His voice was low, controlled, but there was a storm raging behind his eyes. My stomach twisted. Damn him. He wasn’t wrong. But that didn’t make it okay. I pointed toward the door. “Brian just saw us, Damion! Do you have any idea what you’ve done? He—he’s been nothing but good to me! And now you’re—” Damion’s expression darkened, his voice cutting through mine. “And what exactly is Brian to you, Isabelle?”

Damon interrupted, and the possessive tone in his voice made my stomach clench with an emotion that I couldn't identify. "And anyone who touches what's mine will undoubtedly suffer the consequences of such an act." Max signed the papers with shaking hands, and I watched in stunned silence as my eight-year marriage quickly ended with a few strokes of a pen. "Isabella," Damon said gently, facing me with a smile on his face as he continued, "go get your things. We'll wait here." I nodded my head like I was in a daze, not saying anything at all as I turned around and headed upstairs to my tiny room, my mind was reeling with the scene that I'd just witnessed.

Eyeing Isabel in dissatisfaction, he continued, "What is Jeremy supposed to think when you're behaving like this with another man right in front of him? Aren't you worried about hurting him? What if you never get to mend your relationship with him?" Isabel smirked sarcastically and replied, "We didn't complete our wedding ceremony, and we didn't register our marriage either. He even blocked my number, so it's not like I can do anything to mend our relationship." "So be it. Do whatever you want. You'll regret it once Jeremy marries someone else," Professor Carter snapped. "Professor Carter," I called out. Tugging on his sleeve, I shook my head at him. Only then did he stop talking. However, I

Instead, he wore a casual gray shirt and jeans, looking effortlessly handsome. I smiled. "You again?" He smirked, stepping closer. "What can I say? I missed seeing you around here." Lady Frigerthon hummed knowingly before excusing herself, leaving us alone. I crossed my arms. "So, are you going to tell me what’s going on between you and Sebastian?" Travis exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Isabelle, it’s complicated." I huffed. "So everyone keeps telling me." He glanced around before lowering his voice. "You really don’t know who you married, do you?"

“My friend, your husband, he’s not here to play Isabelle. Cut the game you are playing.” “The hell you are saying?” “The hell you are for fooling him. How was it?” He used a tone that is clearly mocking me. “Enjoying getting laid by him while drinking pills?” I mentally cursed him. How did he know? I left him in the garage without even answering his question. Does Isaak know I’m drinking pills? Maybe no. Yeah maybe he is still not aware of it. “Damn you, David!” I cursed after I slammed my fist in the wooden table inside of our bedroom.

Damien had already pulled up his pants and was now staring Rob down, like getting caught wasn’t a big deal. I’m sure he didn’t find it as one because he wasn’t the one who’d just gotten married recently. One minute I was about getting the best orgasm of my life. The next I’m shaken and regretting giving in to my thirst. “What the hell is going on here?” Rob asked in a sharp tone as he stepped in. His movements seemed out of place. Was he drunk? “I won’t…won’t ask this again, what the fuck are you doing with Isabelle?” His gaze turned to Damien.

“Don’t come near me! I never wanted you as my mate, you idiot! I only married you out of gratitude—because your parents once saved mine! And now that I’ve married you, and your pack is under my control, we’re done!” It felt like a thousand hands were squeezing my heart. The pain was unbearable—I couldn’t breathe. This had to be a nightmare, a cruel prank. But the look in Noah’s eyes was real. He no longer looked at me with warmth. He was disgusted by me. “So you mean… you want to—” “Yes. But I’ll do it later. After you witness something spectacular, Isla.” I rushed toward him, trying to hug him. But instead, he shoved me again, and I fell to the floor.