Isabel Canas Novels & Stories

"Cassie, or whoever that woman was, exposed your adulterous ass. A wire transfer to a shell company abroad, it was registered to you. What did you do with the money, Mother?" "I... I had debts," Isabella stammered, tears forming in her eyes. She knew there was no hiding anymore. "I used some money for investments that went bad, and I didn't want to worry you, Cane! You were so busy with the company and the clan. Mane offered to help. He said it was a gift. I had..."

He opened his mouth to say something but his wife cut him off. “And nothing, Santiago De la Cruz. Isabel es nuestra nieta y puede llamarnos como quiera. Y vas a dejar que ella haga precisamente eso. ¿Me escuchas? (Isabel is our granddaughter and she can call us whatever the hell she wants. And you're gonna let her do just that. You hear me?)” Santiago sighed and held his hands up in surrender. Then he gave his granddaughter a pat on the back and turned back to his newspaper at the table. I smiled at Isabel but she didn't acknowledge me.

He turned to face the owner of the voice and saw Isabela grinning at him from ear to ear with folded arms across her chest. “So. You’re here.” He filled a new glass and made it two. “I thought this kind of party bores you.” “Who wouldn’t be bored when there’s a bunch of adults around you who will make you greet everyone they know in the crowd,” Isabela muttered, rolling his eyes. “Good thing, there’s you and Fernan and Winona.” He handed her a glass of juice and smiled. Jan and Isabela had been friends since they were young. She was Winona’s cousin, who migrated to their place after her parents successfully put up a company.

So I decided to cheer her up , Mind if u wanna play some games , she gave me a no , so I decided to brighten the day then I asked her to tell me more her why do u wanna know she asked Why shouldn't I know about my Friend Isabella POV I was shocked when he asked me to him more about myself .Am Isabella as you know ,I have a young sister Risa ,My mum has a resurant while My dad is a Banker. i replied" what about you? I asked him but was kinda scared I had to ask him" Rey Pov I have to answer her questions too I'm Rey,I also a younger bro who lives in Korea ,My Dad

I asked. He looked at me in the way he always did—measuring risk and desire in one unreadable sweep. “Where are you going?” “To meet someone who used to work for Navarro,” I said. “A woman named Isabel. She left the company two years ago and moved to Manila. She was an administrator at a branch of Navarro’s foundations. If anyone has seen what they hide, it might be her.” Luca’s jaw tightened. “You don’t go alone.” “I’m not going alone.” I met his eyes. “But I don’t want you in the same room when I talk to her. I need to know I can stand on my own two feet. That I can do this without you there, protecting me from every sound.”

Isabella was already seated when Selena slipped into the restaurant, sunglasses low on her face. Her expression was tight, irritated, and exhausted all at once. Isabella didn’t even wait for her to settle. “Selena… how are you holding up? With everything about Tatiana circulating?” Selena dropped into the chair with a sharp exhale. “How am I faring? I’m going to strangle whoever released that rubbish. That’s how I’m faring.” “You look like it.” Isabella folded her arms. “Welcome to the Idle Women's Fun Club. You already lost your job and not even your marriage could save you."

And now, Liam stood on that screen, holding his own son, promising to protect his family. "You promised too, Henry," Isabella said to the screen. Her voice was raspy. "You promised me the world." She looked at her reflection in the darkened glass of the window. It overlaid the image of Liam, creating a double exposure. Her eyes, lined with age and bitterness, stared back from his face. She wasn't twenty-two anymore. She wasn't the wild girl who waited in Paris. She was Isabella Voss. She owned shipping lines. She owned media conglomerates. She owned senators.

“At the capo’s apartment during the birthday party, I was frightened of you.” My lips curled. “I knew that.” “My father has strict rules about interacting with Catalina’s family or members of the cartel.” “Are you breaking his rules right now?” Isabella smiled. “I am. He sent me to war. I need to identify my allies.” “You found one in me. Liliana too.” I turned toward the door and back. “Do you want to call it a day?” “Nope.” Isabella spun her chair toward the desk, rubbed her temples, and exhaled. “Let’s look at this program.” She forced a smile. “I don’t want you wasting your afternoon. I’m sure you have bad guys to kill.”

she asks, grinning. Cora laughs again, harder now and blushing to be called out. “God,” she says, running a hand through her hair, “were wethatobvious in Vanara?” “To everyone but yourselves, apparently,” Isabel says, smirking at her. And then she turns her attention to Conner. “And who are you?” “A bit of a new addition,” he says, rubbing his hair awkwardly but giving her a smile anyway. “My name is Conner, I’m a sergeant in the pack,” he says, nodding to us to let her know which one. “And are you single?” Isabel asks, looking him up and down as she folds her arms over her chest. Conner, bless him, blushes bright red as I burst into laugher and shove my friend on her shoulder. “Isabel!” I l