Third Person's POV:Isabel's lips bore the imprint of her teeth as a strange, almost irresistible pain took root within her. His member tore through her, yet she couldn't bear the thought of him stopping. Tears welled in her eyes as Mason continued to press deeper into her. "So tight," he gasped, his words strained with effort. "So fucking tight."With each movement, Isabel felt a mounting pressure, reaching a point where she wondered how he could possibly go any further. Then, a sudden, sharp sting stole her breath, causing her to squeeze her eyes shut. Mason, gasping, filled her completely, planted his hands on either side of her head.Her fingers dug into his shoulders, bracing for the pain she knew would come, but the comforting warmth she'd felt was replaced by icy chips. Mason froze above her, his breath ragged. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his lips brushing her nose, her closed lids, her cheeks. "I'm sorry.""It's okay," she whispered back. He kissed her again, tenderly, before re
Third Person's POV:In the midst of her confusion, Mason unexpectedly slid into the camera frame alongside Isabel, filming them together. "Have you lost your mind? What's going on?" Isabel chuckled, finding Mason's sudden antics rather childish.Brushing him aside, Isabel went to get dressed, searching for her clothes from the night before. To her surprise, she found a bag containing a new floral mid-length dress and other essentials. "How did he manage all this so quickly?" she couldn't help but wonder.With a smile on her lips, Isabel glanced at Mason, who was busy capturing videos of the sea by the window. Still perplexed by his sudden enthusiasm, she quickly dressed and joined him, driven by her rumbling stomach.Soon, Mason and Isabel found themselves on the beach where breakfast awaited them. The breathtaking view of the sea made Isabel feel like she was living in a dream. Mason pulled out a chair for her, taking his seat opposite her."It feels surreal. I'm almost too captivate
Third Person's POV:The kiss grew more intense with each passing second, filling the car with the sound of their moans. Isabel felt herself yielding to the way his mouth claimed hers, exploring every corner. Her hand found its way to his neck, pulling him closer.Mason’s hands began traveling to the most sensitive parts of her body, making her throb and crave his touch. However, when he reached to pull down her underwear, Isabel's eyes fluttered open. Realization washed over her—they were still in the car.In an instant, Isabel pushed Mason away with all her strength. Frustrated by the interruption, he tried to claim her mouth again, but this time Isabel firmly got up. "What's wrong?" Mason asked, disappointed, fearing he might have hurt her."Mason, we're in the car. We can't do this here," she said, her cheeks burning with the embarrassment of possibly being seen. Mason grinned at her concern, his teasing nature coming to the fore."But you're soaking wet, love," he said playfully,
Third Person's POV:Mason stood motionless, words failing him as he grappled with his mistake. He felt like a coward, having made Isabel feel like a mere replacement for Addison. Meanwhile, Addison seized the opportunity to deepen Isabel's sorrow, making her feel even more pathetic."Change the passcode? How could he?" Addison sneered. "For your information, Isabel, the passcode is my birthdate, set by Mason himself. Doesn't that prove he's still obsessed with me? How can anyone forget their first love so easily?" She grinned triumphantly, watching Isabel crumble under the weight of her words.Isabel's eyes filled with more tears as Mason remained silent, unable to refute Addison's claims. This silence only confirmed Isabel's worst fears. "He's still in love with her while playing with my feelings," her mind screamed, convincing her that Mason had betrayed her once again."Isabel, please don't listen to her. I can explain everything. Just don't let her hurt you," Mason pleaded, gently
Third Person's POV:"Does any of this even make sense?" Mason vented his frustration to his younger sister, Anna. "Out of the thousands of girls who admire me, Mom had to choose one of the least attractive ones as my bride? Even our housemaids are more captivating than that girl."Today, when Mason laid eyes on the photograph of Isabel Forbes, the girl destined to become his wife in a matter of days, his world turned topsy-turvy. He discovered that Isabel didn't fit his narrow definition of beauty; she had a skin condition called leukoderma. In contrast, Mason, a 27-year-old bachelor from Florida and the handsome younger son of wealthy industrialist John Williams, embodied the epitome of perfection, capturing the hearts of countless girls.Accepting an imperfect and unattractive girl as his wife seemed impossible to Mason, especially when he was constantly surrounded by the most stunning women. This compelled him to unleash his grievances upon his sister Anna, hoping she would understa
Third Person's POV:Their mother, Nina, happened to pass by Mason's room and caught snippets of their conversation. Though she couldn't discern the details, she was certain they were discussing Mason's impending marriage. Curiosity piqued, she decided to interrupt and find out what they were talking about.Upon noticing their mother's arrival, Anna's laughter abruptly ceased, while Mason's throat went dry with apprehension, fearing that their mother had overheard his raised voice.Nina Williams was not only a housewife but also a strict college principal. Her unwavering discipline governed both her professional and maternal roles. Mason and Anna lived under her strict rule, fearing her authority more than anything else. No one dared to oppose Nina's decisions within the family."Was the topic of discussion related to your marriage, Mason?" Nina inquired calmly yet with a sharp focus solely on him.Mason felt a shiver run down his spine at his mother's question. He shook his head vigoro
Third's Person's POV:"Do you think it'll work?" Mason asked, curious as he glanced at his phone screen while Matt dialed Isabel's number. "Listen, don't cancel the marriage over the phone," Matt quickly replied, piquing Mason's curiosity even more. "Just tell her you want to meet in person and then cancel the marriage face to face," Matt continued, and Mason nodded, now in agreement. But both of them were left dumbfounded when Isabel didn't answer the call, even though it was ringing. Mason snatched the phone from Matt and dialed Isabel's number again, waiting anxiously for her to pick up. Meanwhile, Isabel was making a wedding shopping list with her little sister Emma. Suddenly, her phone rang, startling her. Looking at her slightly cracked screen, Isabel saw Mason's name appearing, causing her heart to race. She found herself shaking because it was the first time her fiancee had called her, someone she had already started dreaming about every night. Isabel had liked Ma
Third Person's POV: Isabel stood there wearing a bright yellow top and a flowing white skirt. Her skin disease was visible on her exposed hands, legs, and neck, yet she had no intention of hiding it. Her smile remained the prettiest in the world, even as her body showed signs of discoloration. Meanwhile, her dark brown eyes silently appreciated the handsome man standing before her, who would soon become her husband. If only she knew what he was truly thinking about her. "Why on earth did my mom choose her for me? She looks even uglier in person. I can't even imagine her as my bride," Mason lamented in his mind, as his eyes traveled up and down Isabel's figure. He wanted to say those hurtful words directly to her face, but he held back to spare his mom, Nina, from pain. Besides, after seeing Isabel's face, he had lost interest in engaging with her further. Her skin imperfections bothered him tremendously. "Hey... You're Mason, right?" Isabel asked, breaking the silence between them.