Love Clash (A Forbidden Love Series Book) Sample Only/Kindle

Chapter One

"Hey, pumpkin," said Hudson, peeping into Isabella's room. She turned to look at him and his face brightened up when he saw how her lips broke into a smile at the nickname.

"You seem to like your nickname, don't you?" he asked, coming inside her room and sitting on the window sill with her.

"Yes," said Isabella, speaking for the first time since her mother's death. Hudson looked at her with a kind smile.

"I'm glad you came to stay here. I was worried that mom and dad would be lonely after we left," said Hudson.

"Are you going away?" asked Isabella. She liked this warm brown-eyed boy and felt very comfortable in his company as if she'd known him for a long time.

"Yes, in another four months, we'll go away to New York to study. Mom's family lives there. You should be knowing since your mom also used to live in New York when she was young," said Hudson. Isabella's eyes widened. She didn't know that.

"I didn't know, Mom never told me," she told him in a small voice. Hudson nodded.

"Maybe she was too worried about other things and didn't get to talk about her past?" he suggested comforting Isabella.

"Yes, you're right, " she agreed. Her mom was too worried about her dad's deteriorating health mostly. She was also concerned about his mental health as he regularly received calls from his family in London coaxing him to cut all ties with Isabella and her mom and return to London.

"Mom's waiting for you, Isa. Lunch is made. Come on, let's go," he said, getting up. Isabella gave a last glance out of her window towards the field. Weston wasn't playing there any longer. Was he returning home? A feeling of dread clutched at her heart. She quietly got up and walked out with Hudson.

"Come, my dear. Sit here with me," Henrietta Gray said to Isabella who she noticed was looking much better than she did three days ago when she saw her in LA. Isabella sat down meekly beside her while Hudson sat beside her and David Gray sat at the head of the table. To her relief, Weston wasn't there. She had just sipped a spoonful of the delicious soup in front of her when the front door burst open and a dirty-looking Weston strode into the house. His blue eyes went straight towards her and she felt herself freeze seeing the pure hatred in his eyes.

"Weston, go and shower first," said his mom sternly.

"No, I'm clean," he told her gruffly.

"You're full of germs. If you don't shower then no lunch for you," said his mom.

"I've washed my hands, " argued Weston. Then he glared at Isabella as if she had committed a crime by being there.

"Why is she sitting in my place mom?" he asked with a scowl.

Scared, Isabella got up with her plate, ready to flee but his mom stopped her. "Isa sit, you're not going anywhere," said his mom. Weston rolled his eyes at the scene.

"I don't believe this. She has already stolen my place!" exclaimed Weston melodramatically, before rushing up to his room. There was silence in the dining room after he left.  David Gray and his wife felt embarrassed by Weston's behavior and dreaded his return to the dining room again to create another scene.

Isabella had just eaten half of the pasta when Weston dashed down the staircase towards the dining room, freshly showered and looking much more handsome than before. Isabella was too scared to look at him and waited for him to say something rude to her. He didn't disappoint though, coming to stand behind her chair.

"Vacate," he ordered rudely. His dad looked pissed off by his antics.

"Sit beside me, " he said, gesturing towards the empty chairs to his right side.