Novel & Cerita Isabel Canas

Isabella had been working on this project for two long months, only for her hard work to go down the drain. Isabella furiously left after that, but to her surprise, she saw Yulia at work the next day. Apparently, Carlos Reyes—the Head of Sales—had personally hired her back. And before she knew it, Carlos had called Isabella into his office for a word. "Why are you letting her stay? She can't do anything, and she's fussy. Why would we want her?" Isabella complained. "Even if you don't like her, just let her be and think of her as a mascot. She's involved with Mr. Atkinson," Carlos said.

I guess she did have a way with everyone. Chef put a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch on the island and Camila's eyes lit up. She grabbed the spoon and started on her breakfast, without even getting down from the island top. I didn't bother saying anything, it was her house too since we have been legally married. "Don't you have work?" Camila asks with her mouth full of cereal. "I mean, you're a business man"she finished after swallowing the remains. "Indeed, but we have a visitor today, he's supposed to be hear in a couple of minutes, for a business meeting with our fathers"I say looking at my wrist watch.

Ang nag-iisang pangyayaring maghihiwalay sa pisikal nating kaanyuan at ating kaluluwa. Isa si Isabela sa mga taong pinalad na malaman ang araw ng kan’yang kamatayan. Matagal na n’yang inihanda ang kan’yang sarili sa pagdating ng araw na ‘to, at sinugurado n’yang magiging makabuluhan ang nalalabing araw n’ya sa mundo.

Isabella tilted her head, her eyes now narrowing with a smirk. “Nice?” she echoed, “I don't get… Or wait... are you Jesus Christ now?” Isla let out a quiet, unfazed chuckle and nodded gently. “Uhm… No,” she corrected in the same tone. “I’m the woman who owns this chessboard.” Those words made Isabella go momentarily silent. Right after then, Isla started to move even closer until she was just a few inches away from the other lady’s chair, and then, from the fold of her coat, she pulled out a slim envelope.

"Who is this beautiful lady?" Isabel looked at Viso who shifted his attention to her. Isabel got to her feet, smiled nervously at the couple. Viso moved to her and wrapped his arm around her small waist and looked into her beautiful deep eyes while introducing her to the couple. "She is Isabel Ruiz, a very special friend of mine," The teasing in his voice when He called her a very special friend of his, made her blush so heavily that Isabel's face turned as red as a tomato. Gathering her nerves together, Isabel greeted them both with her soft voice and smile.

“Now, after using your spell to hide me from Jayden, are you going to see Alexei soon?” "Unfortunately I can't today. I'll find some free time." “So your personal assistant wasn't lying? Your schedule is very tight.” “He knows all my activities.” "Is it okay for him to know I'm here? He won't leak it to the other witches?“ ”You can trust him like you trust me, Cassie. He's devoted his life to the kingdom." Isabela is very confident. How much does she think I trust her? Would she still say that if she knew I only trusted her 50 percent?

She's the CEO of two Major companies, Isascom and Idesign. "Job well done," the man said and clapped. The woman smiled, "we are just starting," The woman was Isabel.

Something she deeply admired in him. Knowing that her moves were already shaping the plan, it was time to talk to Alejandro and reveal everything she had orchestrated against Dino, and against the Mexicans and Colombians who had allied with him and stolen the Moretti organization’s routes. Isabela had men in every place, command units ready in each country to act at her order. While Alejandro recovered, she watched over her husband’s business—unaware of the woman she was becoming. A powerful queen who feared nothing. The queen of hell, as some called her.

Isabella grew up in Anji Village outside Silvana City. Her mom owned a two-bedroom house with a large courtyard in front and at the back. Vegetable patches are full and hibiscus flowers surrounding the wall. There’s a small pathway of pebbles from the entrance to the house, so when it rains, mud won't get on shoes.

Hardin cuts in. "Shut Up!" Kol yells and he flinches. "Leave her out of this," I add. "Oh, she's very much in this," Diva whispers. She pulls out a tablet from the side table and slides her fingers across the screen. "Isabella is a scholarship student, isn't she? So bright. Such a spark. It would be a tragedy if the board received anonymous tips about her... extracurricular activities. Or if her dumb family is torn up more than it already is."