It was happening all over again.  It was exactly how it went years ago. He had waited for her. A minute late turned to thirty minutes late. Then, an hour then two before the officiating priest got tired of waiting.  Charles didn’t know what to feel first. Anger? Hatred? Disappointment? Sadness?  Isabella, like that day was already thirty minutes late and the judge couldn’t bear to be so delayed. Charles wondered, if she had made that promise out of pity when in fact she must have had some plan tucked away in her head.  As he walked out of the elevator, he felt his whole body shake. But it was not over yet. Someone within him knew she would show up. But if she doesn’t… he knew damn well he won’t forgive her ever.  Just through the glass doors of the building which housed a court room am

“You what now?” Caleb’s face wore the utmost surprise on his face. Isabella gave a small smile followed by a little shrug as though she didn’t just tell him she was married already.“Are you being serious? Is that why you-?” His eyes roamed her body and even her sudden change took him by surprise even more. “I got married yesterday.” His eyes darted to her left hand and there it was, the ring that bound her to Charles. Even Isabella found it strange.She never wore a ring while she was with Gabriel. If she did, Isabella was certain she would have felt more suffocated just by looking at it. As she studied the simple art on the small ring that had Isabella wondering when Charles ever had the time to pick it, Caleb said, “How come I wasn’t invited then?” It hit Isabella. She instantly felt bad. She had been too occupied with readying herself for

“Wow, so cool.” An excited Isabella rushed to the window side which displayed a beautiful scene of the city ahead. “It would be nice to sit by this view, don’t you think?” Who could have ever thought such a simple thing would make him see Isabella’s spark again even for a moment? Charles wondered as he watched the woman stare dreamily at the faraway lights like they were unusually beautiful stars.  “Do you stare out of this place often?” she asked the man who stood in a corner just beside a guitar like shaped artwork, his eyes watching her as she eagerly leaned further.  Closing his eyes as he finally saw it coming together, Charles let out a small sound of satisfaction. It really was coming together. Things were beginning to seem as they should have always been. Him and his lovely woman, finally alone, away from their troubles, in his home wh

"Ohh..." Isabella groaned as sleep disappeared from her system. Hugging the sheets against her some more, she realized Charles was not in the room with her. After grudgingly sitting up, she scanned the room she was in. And as her eyes fell on an artefact on the floor, she recalled how crazy they went the previous night. After a quick meal in each other's arms, Charles had initiated a kiss which led to him exploring her insides with his long fingers. Then, she pleasured him before he dragged the session to the bed reluctantly where he took her as amazingly as the first time. Smiling, Isabella wondered where Charles could have gone. She was actually missing his face. And... his touch. Isabella wore a even bigger smile as she recalled the words they shared the previous night when they reached peaks of pleasure.  Contrary to what she used to think, Isabella was starting to see how much of a lucky woman she was. She went

Watching the man as he scanned the room like he were some surveying officer, Charles wondered why Rodrigo Ordinaz would send a man who reeked of danger to his house that too when Isabella was there. Then, after that thought, he pondered on what the reason for the sudden drop by could be. According to the letter, he was meant to contact Rodrigo. Or was it the other way round? Charles pocketed his free hand as his eyes squinted as he tried to recall what the contents of the earlier sent letter was. "Like I said..." The man's voice cut through the silence. "Mr. Ordinaz has sent me here." He had his seat on the black couch closest to the huge polished wooden door which was part of a four set couch which were arranged in a u-shaped way. "What is this message he wants to send?" Charles asked, he and Isabella finding their own seat adjacent to the man. The man wore a big smirk as he leaned forward, his elbo