Isabel Canas Novels & Stories

My back straightens on the stool. The footsteps get louder. Closer. Then they stop at the kitchen doorway. Isabela walks in. She looks perfect. Hair smooth. Makeup sharp. Dress tight and short, hugging her body like it was sewn onto her skin. She does not look like someone who was “hurt” or “shaken.” She looks bored. Annoyed. Entitled. Her eyes sweep the room. They pause on me for half a second, then move to Nana. Her lips curl.

“Something like that. Her name is Isabella, and she’s from Brazil. She’s going to live with us for a while and take care of you.” “Is she nice?” Giulia asked, her eyes shining with curiosity. “I think so. Carmen chose her, and she seems very kind. She likes children and will help you learn new things.” Giulia fell silent for a moment, staring at the melting ice cream in her hand. But now she seemed more interested than the first time we talked about Isabella. Now she had questions. “Will she stay with me when you’re at work?” “Yes, princess. But I’ll still be here for you whenever I can. Isabella will be like a friend who helps you and plays with you.”

"You look like shit, chica. Tell me you weren't with that fucking Jose again Isabela stands straight and I whip my head around to get a look at the new face. The woman is tall and mature looking, with soft brown wavy hair and bronze skin. Then her eyes slide to me. "Who the fuck are you?" "She's the new financial manager," Isabela answers for me. "I was talking to her, puta. Unless she's dumb and her mouth is for decor." I force a smile, turning around fully. "Dakota Alister." "A European? Javier knows how to bring his enemies close, eh?" She looks me head to toe and then toe to head. "You don't look very European, though." An insightful one, dang. I much watch out for her.

I said, reaching for my phone. “What are you saying?” Allen snapped. “This isn't Joan…why would I be sleeping with your wife?” “Then ask her to take off her mask,” I shouted. “She can have the voice but not the face.” Allen turned to the lady. “I am sorry but she can't, this isn't Joan and that is what matters…what are you doing?” I moved closer to the girl but Allen stepped in the way. “She is my mistress…nothing more.” “I can't believe you actually have a mistress…I am putting an end to this charade…I am calling that Old man to explain that his granddaughter didn't do anything.”

Everything has to be perfect! Isabella is truly a great and competent professional. She made everything go very well in the presentations we have made in different companies. I have never had so much success as I have now that Isabella arrived and helped me with those presentations. You can see very well that she was working for that huge publishing house in France, one of the best in the world with the most professional editors.

“No. This is impossible. What have I done?” It was true what her father said. Isabel Campania, a merchant girl and an ordinary gardener from Trossbourgh, has now turned into a killing machine that has killed many people. The horrific memories of her time as a member of the Witches Brigade are clearly visible. One by one, she kills Hamu Kamina's life sadistically. “NO, I AM NOT A KILLING MACHINE!!” Isabel screamed as she held her face with her blood-soaked hands. Her expression was one of utter panic as she realized what she had done all this time.

“I’m not—” “Yes, you are.” “I—” “Luca Serrano, the big bad Alpha, is jealous,” she teased. “I should write this down.” I clenched my jaw. “Isabella—” “You’re so possessive,” she continued, shaking her head in amusement. “It’s kind of hot, honestly.” I let out a low growl. Because the way she was looking at me? The way her lips curved, her eyes daring me? It was driving me insane.

I managed a small nod, throat tight. Valentina’s lips tilted higher. “And you must be Isabelle.” Her eyes raked over me slowly. “The new face of Banderas Étoile. Practically a celebrity in Madrid these days. Pleasure to finally meet you.” She extended a manicured hand. I shook it..her grip firm, almost challenging. “Nice to meet you too.” Uncle Carlos cleared his throat, slicing through the thickening air. “The food’s getting cold. Come, Valentina and join us.”

… When President Xin walked into the office holding a little boy's hand, he caused so much chaos. “What? Did you see President Xin? Does he have a child?“ Someone asked all of a sudden. Isabel did not want to be seen with Xin. So, she had gotten out of his car outside the gate and walked by herself. “It seems like... They look so much alike,” another person said. “Why didn't we know about it earlier?“ Isabel pursed her lips. What? Did they think that Little Lion and Xin looked alike? Would Xin think of performing a DNA test on them if he heard that?

He took it skeptically. "Isabelle Silver. Lawyer, congresswoman, and mother with an impeccable track record. She's got a strong social media presence too, thanks to her perpetually online daughter. She has also announced her candidacy," I explained, gesturing toward the screen. "Doesn't she seem like the perfect competitor?" Leonardo furrowed his brow but still scanned through the information I'd collected. Lucius leaned over his shoulder, equally intrigued. I knew it was only a matter of time before Leonardo realized what I'd already pieced together.