'They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.'

'It is never too late to be what you might have been.'

'The most beautiful things we have in life, come from changes and mistakes.'

Change has always been a significant thing. It's something that pulls out different emotions, all differently from everyone. Change could be something big. It could be something small. It could frighten us and cause us to dislike it greatly. Or it could excite us and want us to pursue even more change in the future.

It's something that's inevitable, in-fact, every single human being goes through it. No matter what, any differences - it happened to every single one of us.

Many change for the best, after going through such a bad, fatal past. It shows how strong us human beings really are. It could be for various reasons, or simply because they would like to change.

Overall, change is effective in many ways.

It can happen to anyone, just like it did with Sam Christopher Blake. He was known to be a murderer; the senseless killer behind his father's death. Yet, he was misunderstood and truly innocent. Although that was not to say he didn't have any faults at all.

He was the same little boy, who grew up watching his father beat his mother black and blue, until she cried herself to sleep and did whatever he demanded she do. Strangely enough, she was in-love with that sick monster. The same monster who soon began abusing his own son, Sam.

His childhood wasn't a happy place, nor was his teenage years. At seventeen, he was accused of his father's death and was taken to prison - all for a crime he didn't do. Years went by and that seventeen year old boy, turned into a twenty-four year old man.

However, one key factor inside him hadn't changed. Sure, his physical appearance, his status had changed - but emotionally, he was scarred. He was broken - fallen.

Then suddenly, one day, a special woman walked into his life and changed it completely. He watched her, listened to her, memorized everything about her. He was intrigued. By both her beauty and selfless heart.

Similarly to him, she felt the exact same emotions. Only proving, she was sent his way with a purpose.

Over time, they grew closer. They learnt new things about each other. They learnt about their past, about their future aspirations. And during those weeks spent getting to know each other - they fell in-love. An inevitable thing to happen.

However, another inevitable thing to happen, was their secret being revealed. A prison therapist couldn't date one of her patients. It was wrong, frowned upon by many. While others may have admired their determination to love.

It had been four years since they both had walked away from that prison, together. Hand in hand, they walked off to start their new live - but they both learnt something new. They learnt a numerous amount of things. But one stuck out the most to them.

They would never let anyone come between them.

He rapidly punched the bag full of sand, his taped knuckles hitting against the material. A loud 'thud' echoed in the room. Nothing but pure determination to beat the face he imagined to be the one he punched, played in his mind.

Beads of sweat ran down his face, as he continued to beat the poor punching bag. His torso was wet, glistening with oil and pure sweat. Low groans left his pink, heart-shaped lips, his blonde locks of hair resting over his forehead. Silky red boxing shorts rested on his hips, ending just inches away from his knees.

His muscles continued to clench with his every movement, brutally pounding his fists into the bag. The tattoos plastered over his hard-six pack, and stoned arms, stood out from his tanned skin. If you were to walk into this room and see a breathtaking man like himself working out, you'd think one thing.

He looked like a fighter.

Exactly what he was.

The day he walked away from the prison, hands locked with his true love - he was determined to be something. Be somebody. With motivation from the woman he loved, his family and his friend; Daniel - he became the man he was today.

An international boxer, participating in world-wide matches. Various amount of awards, medals, certificates - all well earned rewards from his hard-work. It was a long journey, a long, tiring journey for him to become the man he is today.

But it was worth it all.

He changed. Not only for himself, but for everyone he loved and cared about. He changed for the better - to be the man who could really love Isabelle Moore. He changed for her, in-fact he believed he owed his life to her, after all, she was the one behind where he was today.

If it weren't for her, he would still be locked behind bars, for a crime he didn't do. He would be slowly losing hope, no longer caring about the day he was going to be set free. He would still have at least six years, before he could return to the world. Alone.

However, with the help of Belle and James; he didn't have to go through that. The second James and Belle had set out a plan to free Sam from the hell he was living in; they were determined to make it happen.

James searched through his half-brothers mother, Pattie Mallete, things. He looked for evidence, any source which would help plead Sam's innocent case. And when he found a diary, writing all her deepest, darkest secrets - he was relieved.

He didn't hesitate to take his new found evidence to the court. He begged for another court trial, in hopes to free his half-brother. The judge was reluctant, but as James spoke about his brother being innocent and the one really behind the murder - they slowly began to believe him.

It took them two hours as he tried to change their mind. He firstly spoke about what Belle had told him, not slipping out that the there could possibly be something going on between them, like he thought. He told them Sam's perspective, waking up to find a knife in his hand, yet not remembering a single thing.

Some sympathized for the Sam, while others ignorantly stood their ground. However, the second James was finished reading Pattie Mallets Diary entry, on the very day she framed her son for the murder of his father, followed by Sam taking the stand and pleading his case - they were all shocked, he had won the jury over.

The same diary entry which Pattie Mallete had left behind, fessing up to her crime and the guilt lurking within her, knowing she was the reason to as why her son lived in prison. The case was dismissed and Sam's title had changed. He was no longer guilty. He was found not guilty. Alas.

It took three days, before James was informed that he could go to pick up his younger brother. He was giddy, excited and remorseful as he drove to the prison. He couldn't wait to finally reunite with the brother he was close with in the past. Yet, he felt regretful for not believing he was innocent.

He had pushed the emotions aside and went to officially collect his brother from the prison. Sam was bewildered that day. A guard had come to collect him from his isolation cell, where he still was in pain, his mind solely thinking about the beautiful woman he had fallen in-love with.

"It's finally your lucky day, Blake. You're free to go."

The only guard he had ever respected and gotten along with, Daniel, had come to collect him. He was in shock, unable to function well as he was guided towards where he was to collect his cell items and change from his prison clothing, as his brother had kindly supplied him with new wardrobe.

He had dressed into the clothes, not really understanding what was going on around him. He had thought the jury's decision would only come into action weeks later. Daniel continued to smile, happy for the twenty-four year old man, he had seen grow. If he looked a little closely, he could still see the seventeen year old boy, who entered this world by a large misunderstanding.

When he finished collecting all his things, he was led to the entrance. That's when he saw a familiar face, just looking a couple years older. James Blake. They both had a stare down, both so deeply in shock after reuniting with one another. However, the second they snapped out of it, James wrapped him into a hug. He hugged him back.

Some words were said, but all Sam could focus on in that moment was the beautiful brunette. So, Sam instructed his brother to wait for him outside and he went to look for her. However, he didn't find her anywhere. Her bedroom was empty, her office was empty - it was all empty. She was no longer here.

And a bubble of hope which had managed to build inside of him had burst. He was finally out, but his Belle was no longer here. He didn't know where she could have gone, how long she had left - she was just...gone.

With sagged shoulders, he walked back to the main entrance of the prison. However, he caught sight of the officer he had grown to hate. Mr Joan's. He didn't look smug, he looked defeated. Yet, he held on a mask of false power.

"You win, Blake. You win. Go live your life with her. She's out there, and she's all yours. You win."

He was confused to hear such words leave his lips, but they managed to rebuild the bubble of hope. Therefore, he didn't waste a minute as he dashed out the door and walked towards the gate. He didn't care that he was finally touching the cemented ground, leaving the prison grounds - no, he was too focused on the brunette close in sight.

She was talking to his brother, unaware of the man she loved standing steps away from her. However, the conversation she was having with his brother, was cut short. The sound of the gate opening caught her attention and the second she saw Sam, she ran into his arms.

Confusion was clear inside of her, so was shock. But even though it had been a week since he had last saw her, the only emotion in his eyes stuck out was love. He saw the love in her eyes and realized that she was real. She was the one. He wouldn't let her go, no matter what. He vowed to himself he would never let this precious woman leave his life.

And he lived up to that.

He suddenly paused with his actions, panting for a breath. His mind strangely thought back to the memory he had stored with him forever - the day he was let free from the prison. A faint smile drew onto his lips as he shook his head. Clearing his throat, he turned on his heels to look for his water bottle.

However, he suddenly paused to stare at the woman smiling across from him. Stood by the door-way, was Belle. Her curly brown hair, resting inches away from her breast. Her plump pink lips coated in a layer of lip-gloss, only making her look even more enticing than she was. Her curvy figure wore a white sundress, paired with a pair of white ankle-pumps. The lace of her lace socks, covering her ankle bone.

She was dressed like a normal teenage girl. The thought amused Sam a little, but the look on her face made his cock twitch inside his shorts. His eyes darted towards her hand which reached out to put a strand of hair behind her ear. A small smile etched onto her lips.

"Hi," She whispered, unable to look away from the man she had fallen for. His lips twitched into a grin and he curled a finger towards her, a faint blush dancing onto her cheeks.

"Come here," He rasped, and she didn't hesitate to listen. Her feet moved over to him, his eyes unable to look away from her breasts which bounced slightly from the movement. They traveled upwards and to her neck. Where a necklace with the letter 'S' sat. He held back a smile.

"I'm here." She arched a brow, glancing up at the man from her eyes. She wore contacts, which had finally lived up to their promise and delivered them by the date set. He wrapped his around her low waist and swiftly tugged her forward. Her chest crushed against his hard, toned torso.

Most woman would have scrunched their faces up, smelling the strong odour of sweat. However, she wasn't like most woman. She was in-love with him and the scent of sweat only caused a shoot of arousal to spark up inside of her, and remind her how strong and independent this man was.

"You look beautiful. It's like you're asking me to tear off this dress and fuck you roughly." He lowly growled, speaking his mind. A light blush painted onto her lips, and she let out a small gasp. He was always so blunt with her.

"Hmm, maybe I am?" She toyed, making his eyes darken with hunger. However, the two both knew they couldn't settle with what their body so badly wanted. He held in a growl and reached out to grab a hold of her neck, tugging her face closer to his. Both their eyes fluttered close and alas, their lips connected with one another.

It was the same undying feeling they felt whenever they were to kiss. Sparks, tingles, butterflies all sorts of cliché things building up inside of them. She placed a hand against his hard shoulder, feeling his muscle twitch underneath. They both so desperately wished to make love right then and there.

Their tongues thrust out and swirled with one another. His hands darted towards her behind, groping it in his large hands. He was still so insanely in-love with every inch of her body - she was flawless in his eyes. Breathlessly, they pulled apart, lingering slightly.

"God, you still make me feel like a horny teenager." She admitted, fixing up her hair. His lips twitched at the comment as well his member. Such simple words from her, and he could get hard like that.

"Something we both have in common." His husky voice admitted. Blushing, she giggled and inwardly felt her heart flutter. While her eyes traveled over him and appreciated his masculine body, he reached out for her hand. His eyes glinted in happiness and possessiveness when he saw the white diamond, sitting on the silver band he had the delight to put on.

The second he heard her say 'YES!' - he didn't hesitate to slid it on. She wasn't his girlfriend - she was his fiancée. And soon, his wife.

"I still can't get over the fact you actually proposed." She found herself saying. He glanced up at her, seeing her eyes concentrated on him.

"Well, you better believe it. You're mine." He held in a growl. She bit back a smile threatening to spread onto her lips. She removed her hand from his hold and wrapped her arm around the back of his neck, making him place his around the low of her waist.

"Hmm, that must make you mine. You're mine, right?" She played along. His eyes darkened and he tightly pulled her towards him.

"Forever." He firmly said, and once again, leaned down to kiss her. They both smiled into the kiss and it didn't take long for them to get lost into it. It was only when they heard a disgusted gasp, they were forced to pull apart.

"Ew! Mommy and Daddy! You were spitting in each others mouths again!" The cry from their beautiful three year old daughter, sounded in the room. Both eyes landed on the little figure standing by the door.

Her dark, blonde hair, was pulled into two pigtails. Chubby cheeks, facial features a mix of both Belle and Sam. Her diamond earrings pierced into her ears, glistened when the light shone on them. A dress similar to her mother was worn on her body, as well as shoes.

A large grin drew onto both their lips. A small laugh leaving Belle's. Sam squatted down to the ground, opening his arm as he awaited her embrace.

"Come here, Pumpkin." He chuckled. She didn't hesitate to listen to her father's command, giggling as she ran into his arms. He scooped her into his arms, hugging her tightly to his chest. A flutter went off in his heart. Just like Belle, her eyes witnessing the sight.

"I missed you, Daddy! Did you miss me, too?" She cutely asked, when he pulled away. He ran a hand through his hair.

"Of course I missed my little Angel." He pecked her chubby cheek, picking her up and placing her carefully over his shoulders. His eyes darted to Belle who was watching with a wide smile. He returned it.

"How was your day, stinky?" He heard her say, making Belle giggle. He glanced up at her.

"So I'm stinky, huh? Meanest daughter award goes to you, Diamond." He playfully scrunched up his face. Diamond pouted down at him, shaking her head.

"No, no - I love you, Daddy! You no stinky!" She seriously said. He chuckled, smiling as he motioned her to lean down. He pecked her soft cheek.

"I know you do. And your Daddy loves you so much more." He softly told her. She smiled from hearing that, and her eyes then darted over to her mother. She made 'reachy' hands for her. Sam complied with his gesture, pulling her off from his shoulder and handing her over to her mother.

"Hi, Mommy!" She pecked Belle's face several times. Sam chuckled, picking up a towel as he wiped his body. He soon chugged down a bottle of water that Belle had all so kindly brought for him.

"Hi, Baby. I just saw you." Belle chuckled at her cuteness. Diamond shrugged, with a small pout. She jumped down from her mother's arms and made her way towards Sam, tugging on the ends of his boxer shorts. He picked her back up.

However, before Sam could open his mouth to ask his daughter another question, the familiar voice beat him to it.

"Come on, Blake! It's time!" Daniel, his manager yelled. All eyes clocked over to the curly brown head, a little bubble of excitement dancing in their bodies.

"Time for what, Daddy?" Diamond asked him, as he walked towards the door. Belle followed along, her hand locked with Sam's.

"Daddy's fight."

The three sat at the back of the large, black, range rover. Sam's head lay on Belle's lap, as she ran a hand through his hair. Their four year old daughter sitting on her father's lap, a tablet in her hand and headphones covering her ears.

"She looks just like you." Sam murmured, glancing up at Belle. She softly smiled, her eyes darting towards her daughter.

"She's got your hair colour." She replied. He nodded in agreement.

"But when she gets older, she's going to be just as beautiful as her mother."

Her heart fluttered.

"I love you." She let the words freely fall from her lips. He smiled.

"I love you too, my precious Belle." He sincerely responded. A grin tugged at her lips. Sam closed his eyes, in hopes that he could relax a little before his fight. He had showered and dressed into a new pair of shorts. He was ready to win the fight his manger, Daniel, had assigned for him to do.

Belle smiled down at him, her heart skipping a beat when remembering that he was hers. They had such a tough, long journey, but it was worth it all in the end. He left the prison and became a international, famous boxer. While she became a psychology professor.

Their titles were completely different and at times, she felt a little threatened. He was famous, he was insanely good-looking and that would attract female eyes. Even male. She was scared he would slowly realize that were more beautiful women out there, more better for him. Yet, he surprised her a month ago by getting down on his knees and asking for her hand in marriage.

The little doubt of fear, washed away.

He was really hers and that was forever.

The car suddenly came to a pause and his eyes snapped open.