Bella Rossi Mga Nobela at Kwento

I was already making my way towards the door, hoping she would not hear the loud sound. But alas, luck wasn’t on my side. “Bella, where are you?” “Mum relax, I'm at a departmental function, all final years were asked to be there.” My lie rolled silkily off my tongue, a little bit of guilt tugging at my chest. “Oh alright, you know why I'm asking this, you can't risked be seen by Santiago's men or any of his family members.” “They killed your father, your sister and still in search of you,” She started, her voice breaking through

Ara turned her gaze towards Jenna who was drilling holes at the woman's retreating back. "Who was she?" she asked in disbelief "Elena Rossi, fiancee of Mr. Serrano," she flipped her gaze on her. Her eyes softened and an apologetic smile spread across her face. "She curses a lot," Ara pointed out "Yes, she does," "I am sorry you had to go through that," Jenna held her forearm and apologized. Ara shook her head, assuring her everything is alright. "And so is his bitch. I swear both of them are a match made in hell. They can give Satan a run for their money," as she crushed the leaves with her hands imagining them to be their head.

"Yes. Tell me about how it went." The nerve. "If you don't stop following me with your questions I'm going to knock you out you hear me?" Destiny threatened but they both knew she wouldn't do that. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it the bad way." "Obviously you didn't when you made a fool out of me. I went to that damn restaurant to meet my friend only to see that she's not over her obsession of making me meet her brother." "What did you do Bella?" Isa appeared from the kitchen.

She was beautiful, but she lacked the effortless allure of Bella. Just as Lorna was sitting, the soft sound of Bella's stilettos made everyone look toward her. Her strapless turquoise dress encased her breasts to perfection. Her long, honey-blond hair cascaded in soft curls down her back. She really didn't need much makeup, and she had only used lip gloss. Her cheeks were naturally rosy, and her eyelashes were long and thick. "Good evening, everyone; today, we have an important guess among us. Luna Bella Lockwood." I said as I pulled her chair for her to sit down. "Good evening." She said as everyone else did as well

Like she was the only person who could pull me out of the mess I was drowning in. Bella wore a deep emerald green dress today, the fabric clinging to her curves in all the right ways. It was elegant, classy, but with a subtle edge that matched her perfectly. Her hair was swept to the side, cascading over her shoulder, and her lips were painted a soft rose pink. She looked stunning, effortlessly so.

I joked, to which she burst out laughing. “No offence, darlin’, but no. I cannot imagine myself with him. He’s cute at times, but I’m more into brooding men.” I laughed. “Is the capo really that brooding?” She shrugged. “Adonis Vitale is. Xander Castellanos isn’t on that level.” I turned back to the mirror and applied the blush and highlighter before putting on a peach lipstick to complete my look. Bella sat on the bed, leaning her weight on her hands.

So there is one Rossi left who could come to see her. Alessandro Rossi. And if he is here, it only means trouble. Mona walk after her and as she thought Alessandro Rossi was sitting there in the chair and Isabella was standing there timidly. And from their expression, she can say he knew about her and it made her so angry that she couldn’t stop herself. She turned around and walk outside only to pick out her phone and call Leo. Before Leo could pick up her call, Angelo snatched her phone and cut the call.

Three years ago, when the Rossi famiglia fell, and I was sent to prison, Lorenzo seized our territory with ruthless efficiency—including this very estate. Now, it housed a new mistress with ambitions of becoming Donna. Elena Marino, draped in white haute couture, clung to Lorenzo's arm. "Lorenzo, I heard you invited Bella here? She… she just got out of prison. She has such a dangerous edge to her now. I'm a little scared." She glanced toward the entrance, her expression timid and her voice soft, but her eyes gleamed with a triumph she couldn't quite hide. She was nothing more than an Associate, yet she was being treated with the reverence of a Donna.

Adriana wiped her tears and grabbed her camera to record. "Bella, smile for me." Bella blew a kiss at the camera. "I'm Bella Moss—the soon-to-be-married, happy bride. Please send me your blessings!" She burst into giggles after speaking. Adriana captured the beautiful moment. "Let's try a few more dresses. I'll take more footage." Bella's eyes lit up. "Yes, yes! I probably won't get married a second time anyway—might as well take the chance to try twenty outfits. It's just going to trouble my poor Adriana baby."

“You don’t know anything about me.” “No,” Bella replied. “I know enough.” She stepped forward again. Bianca stepped back. “You don’t own the world, Bella. You limp around here like you’re untouchable but—” Elena gasped softly. Rose’s fists curled. Bella only stepped forward, close enough that Bianca had to tilt her chin up. “I’m still a Moretti,” Bella said, voice steady. “Something you will never be. And if you think my limp makes me weak, you should ask your husband why he’s afraid of me.”