Isabel Love Gloryhole Novels & Stories

she shrieked, lunging for the control booth, but it was too late. She crumpled to the floor, shaking. "Lorenzo... it's not real... Isabella set me up..." I just stood there, frozen. Then I felt my phone buzz. A text. From Isabella. "Lorenzo, this is goodbye. Thank you for showing me what true love isn't. The tape is my gift to you both. May you and Juliana live happily ever after. —Isabella"

Isabella's heart sank as she understood the depth of what had been happening right under her nose. Caleb and Scarlett, lost in their moment of pleasure, remained unaware of Isabella's presence. Scarlett, confident that Isabella was still blissfully unaware and enjoying her spa treatment, continued to moan with abandon, while Caleb eagerly reciprocated. The sound of their passion echoed through the room, mocking Isabella's shattered trust. The floodgates of emotion burst open within Isabella. The pain and anger welled up, transforming into a raw, heartbreaking scream. Tears fell down her cheeks as she unleashed her anguish into the air.

When my body was found back then, I saw Isabelle crying hysterically, screaming that Ruth would pay for it. Like Ruth, Isabelle had been one of the girls my mother chose for me. However, she wasn't high-profile like Ruth. She had always been invisible, quietly trailing behind me at a distance. If I waved at her, she'd panic and run away. Yet, it was she who, after my death, cried at my grave and confessed all the feelings she had buried for years. In my last life, I had mistaken gravel for a gemstone and missed the woman who loved me with her whole heart. Now, seeing the concern in her eyes, warmth spread through my chest.

Nathaniel declared, his voice filled with conviction. Isabella's lips curled into a sinister smile as she surveyed us. "Love is a weakness, Mia. It blinds you, makes you vulnerable. And vulnerability is something I've always exploited." But we were no longer the naive couple she had once preyed upon. We had weathered storms, faced betrayal, and emerged stronger. We had uncovered the truth and embraced the power of our love to overcome even the darkest of secrets. As the final confrontation unfolded, truths were revealed, alliances shattered, and justice prevailed. Isabella's web of deceit unraveled before our eyes, leaving her exposed and defeated.

Then, she walked out of Roland’s apartment complex and stepped into the car already parked outside waiting for her. Inside the car was Ben the driver, her two bodyguards, as well as Carla. After she got into the car, she motioned, "Let's go to Glanchester." Ben revved the engines. Isabel took off her hat and mask, then she noticed Carla casting strange looks at her. She threw a glance at her. "Why are you looking at me like that?" “Isabel, your face and your lips are so red. Have you been using your boyfriend’s skincare products?"

Not bothering to stress herself by wondering what was going on in the house, she continued to bang the iron door with the little stone she had found somewhere around. "Gabriel, open the door!" The door opened. "H-hey are you the stripper?" The drunk fat, shirtless dude in front of her raked her with his uncoordinated eye sight. "Why are you not dressed?" "Where is Gabriel?" Isabella was about to push her way into the house

She could crawl out if she tried—if she was faster. She took a side glance at the free end and then back at the other end. “Don't even think about it. One wrong move and you're gone, and trust me… I don't miss.” She felt the tears coming down freely on their own. Was this really how she would die? In an apartment in New York where everyone would remember her by as Gwendolyn Parker, the cashier and librarian in a public bookstore? No one would even stop to think about Isabelle, the one behind the blonde hair and glasses.

Isabella returned to her office and grew angry at the sight of Yulia trying to win everyone over outside. Despite still having feelings for Pierce even after his marriage, Isabella wouldn't commit immoral acts and refused to become a mistress. Never in her wildest dreams had she expected Pierce to be such a disgraceful person—a man who fooled around despite being married. He was nothing but a piece of trash, and she couldn't believe that she had liked him for nothing. Very quickly, she found the mutual group chat that she shared with Millie, where she had saved her contact under the nickname "109".

I stood in a sea of flames, watching as everything I loved once more was taken away – burned to the ground because of my own stupid, selfish desire… And Rhea--- What the hell had she been thinking?! She knew how dangerous our relationship was, knew why nobody would know. Even if she decided to tell just ONE of her best friends about it, it was over for us. FINISHED! We were finished… Fuck! FUCK!!! “Oh Goddess,” Isabel continued, faking concern. But not even with her sublime acting skills could she hide the slight tilt of her lips or the vicious gleam in her eyes. “I-I thought--- I thought you knew and that’s why---?”

"And then Margaret died. And Nadia was free. And she came to find me." "She found you here?" "She found me everywhere." Isabella looked around the cave. "I've been hiding in this jungle for eight years. Moving from place to place. Never staying long. Never letting anyone get close." "Except Nadia." "Except Nadia." Isabella smiled. "She was the only person in the world who understood me. The only person who knew what I had done and loved me anyway." "She's dead." "She's dead." Isabella's smile faded. "And I'm alone."