Isabel Canas Novels & Stories

Chapter 88: A Mother's Unspoken Plea As the words left Ilyana's lips, "You are my daughter, Isabel... And I am your mother," Isabel's reaction was swift and visceral. She stood up abruptly with her eyes wide in shock and disbelief. "N-no... Your Excellency... You are mistaken... I... My mother... is Teressa... She was the one who gave birth to me," Isabel insisted, her voice trembling with the weight of the unexpected revelation.

She was about to respond when they were interrupted. "Sebastián?" He stepped aside only to find Inesa, who gave Isabella a cold look. However, she quickly smiled and hugged him quickly. "I'm so sorry, your mother just told me. I'm so sorry, Nicholas is so small..." Isabella took a deep breath to calm the agitation in her chest. Inesa looked at her again and spat with disgust. "And who are you? I've seen you twice now." "I..." "She is my assistant," Sebastián said, leaving Isabella speechless. "I hired her today; she came with me because I asked her to."

Once everything was bought, we would come to get the Firebird with all of my stuff in it. Isabelle shook her head. Grabbed her bag as well. Her hair swayed behind her in tender curls. Ones she had skillfully made for herself. Her nails were french tipped. Lovely. She had been busy yesterday afternoon. Enjoyed her life whilst mine had gone to shit. "No. Rafael hasn't come around the house today and Alejandro just stalked off to their office. You really did a number on them." "As they had done on me."

Not partner. Hell, not even friend. Just… stepsister. Isabella’s smile faltered for half a second, then returned. “Oh, how modern. Family and business.” Ainara ignored Isabella’s comment. She wasn’t in the mood. “Ainara, this is Isabella Cruz. She’s—” “Your ex,” Ainara finished. “Yes. I remember.” Isabella stood, smoothing her skirt. “Well, it was lovely meeting you. Andres, I’ll wait for your email.”

After separating from her husband, Carlos Williams, Isabelle decided to move to Los Angeles. She met a real estate agent named Mrs. Reyna. The woman offered Isabelle a big house at a low price. Stephanie, her friend, always help her in any situation. Make Isabelle never feel alone. Without thinking, she paid off the house and rented a moving truck. Together with her daughter, Emily, she hopes to find peace in a new place. A house in St. San Anseline Ave 1211, LA, USA.

“Yes, al-“ Xavi wasn’t able to complete his sentence as he was suddenly stabbed from behind. Isabel stared wide eyed at her beta’s chest where he was stabbed. Her eyes turned red and she started quivering with anger. Isabel grabbed the unfortunate rogue by his throat, lifting him off the ground while breaking his fingers as he tried to claw at her. “No one touches my family!” She said in a deep voice, ripping his head from his body. “Get everyone to fall back!” She yelled, fighting with her beast as her anger escalated into blood lust. The sound of Isabel’s bones cracking alerted Xavi. Her beast was fighting to be in complete control.

"Your dead father or your dying husband? The past or the future? Justice or love?" Isabella turned slowly to see Catalina emerge from behind the bar, elegant as ever in designer clothes, a gun held casually in her manicured hand. "You're insane," Isabella said. "You've killed people. Poisoned people. Destroyed families. And for what? For Dante? For power? For…."

And the fact that I hadn’t seen him since the birthday party was helpful also. Today, I just finished a class test. Carol wasn’t offering the course so she didn’t come. “Teyana!” I turned around to see Isabel, my coursemate. Her long brown hair bounced on her shoulders as she hurried towards me at the faculty entrance. The grin on my face mirrored hers as she pulled me into a quick hug. “Hi, Isabella,” I greeted. She was one of the few people in my department I actually spoke to, besides Carol. Petite, lively, Spanish, and already a published author.

*** Isabella was in the garden watering some flowers when her phone rings, she looked at the caller iD and it was Andrea. Andrea? Why is he calling me on phone when he's in the mansion? She thought, before picking. “Andrea?” She called. “Isabel” Andrea called back “I know I have kept you here against your will, but I want to let you know that if you want to leave,you can leave” Isabella stared at the caller iD to confirm it was Andrea. Upon her confirmation, she placed the phone back to her ear. “I've booked a Flight for you by evening, just take care of yourself and the baby, you also have the right to stay if you want” he added before ending the call.

Anya finally moved, crossing the room to take the wine glass Isabella was holding out to her, and she sat down on the opposite end of the couch from me with careful space between us. "You don't know anything about my position," Anya said quietly. "I know César," Isabella replied. "I know what he's capable of when he wants something. I know the kind of pressure he can apply without even realizing he's doing it. And I know that his idea of love looks a lot like obsession to people who don't understand him." I opened my mouth to defend myself but Isabella held up a hand. "I'm not saying it's right," she continued. "I'm just saying I understand why you ran. And I understand why you're sitting he