Isabel Love Gloryhole Novels & Stories

My identity was the only thing I had left. “I—“ I didn’t have the words, and I couldn’t form a sentence; I only stared at him as if he had grown two horns. Kill Isabella Monroe, the woman who was betrayed, the woman who trusted too easily, the woman who lost everything because she was too blinded to see the truth. Those were the words that rang in my head. "Do you think you're strong enough for that?" he asked, his voice quieter now. "You're falling apart over your face, Isabella . What makes you think you can get revenge when you're losing your mind over a scar?"

Like… This is what I deserve?! “Babe.” I got the chance to saw his girl, I smiled at her. God-damn it Stell! What is happening to you?! Her face is so innocent, like me. I cannot find the desire to shout. I was neither frustrate nor something, I was just… just… lonely, lonely that after all those years, he still chooses to cheat. “Oh, I am s-sorry! Am I interrupting you guys? Maybe this isn’t my room.”

I never imagined the man who once sacrificed his health to save my life, the man whose hair turned half-gray before thirty from donating his bone marrow to me, would ever betray me. Ten years of love. Ten years of lies. And now, Noah, you’ve outdone yourself. “I don’t believe it! The person you love most can only be me! How could it possibly be that sickly woman you have at home?” Jill sobbed into his chest, her voice trembling through her tears. “That sick woman of yours can’t even satisfy you. How could you love her?” Noah, clearly moved by her outburst, softened his tone to soothe her.

As Joanna was being carried out on the stretcher, the rosary bracelet Theo always wore suddenly snapped. The beads scattered across the floor, glinting eerily under the moonlight. Joanna's eyes fluttered open, as if she could sense that her end was near. With the last of her strength, she grabbed Theo by the collar. "I regret ever loving you," she said through gritted teeth, her voice filled with hate. "I hope you suffer for all eternity… I hate you… I… hate you…" Her furious cry echoed through the whole monastery. Then silence fell.

"If your father finds out his 'porcelain doll' is plotting a coup with a fed, he won’t just erase my existence. He’ll make sure yours is a slow, agonizing descent." Isabella didn't flinch. Instead, she leaned against the stone railing, the moonlight catching the crimson of her dress, making her look like a fresh wound against the night. "My life has been a slow descent since the day he put that rose in your father’s mouth, Dante. I’ve been dead for years. I’m just looking for a way to take the devil down with me."

She didn't know that she will be at Fia river soon with this man again, that was where they became lovers but it was so sad that Nathaniel Dave didn't recognize that she was the lady he use to love. They soon arrived at Fia river, Nathaniel Dave got down and wanted to open the door for Isabel but Isabel had already seen Nettie, Mrs. Abraham and someone inside the sea from afar. Seeing Mrs. Abraham and Cecilia would not have bothered her that much but seeing her mother made her heart feel gloomy , she felt as though she was soaked inside a cold water. "Don't bother about opening the door for me, you can leave," Isabel said. "Are you sure you will be fine, Charlotte?" Nathaniel Dave asked.

It was a simple dance, but in their hearts, it was a promise—of togetherness, of love, of a new beginning. ******** Meanwhile, in Prison… Far away from the joy of Claire’s party, Isabel was bent over in a filthy prison bathroom. Her face twisted in disgust as she scrubbed the floor around the third soiled toilet of the day. The stench was unbearable, choking her lungs. Sweat poured down her forehead as she cursed under her breath. “Damn you, David,” she muttered angrily. “It’s your fault I ended up in this hellhole. You’ll pay for this someday.”

They were Gloria's erstwhile employers, where Gloria began her career as a grassroots worker. Gloria, radiantly smiling, greeted Isabella and Samson as they entered the gala through the main entrance. "Isabella!" Gloria exclaimed, pulling her into a warm embrace. "It's so wonderful to see you here. Thank you for coming." Isabella felt a swell of pride as she looked at Gloria, who had come so far from her humble beginnings. She couldn't resist boasting about Gloria's success to the other esteemed guests and onlookers nearby.

“You can't have a dead person back, Viso," Viso narrowed his eyes and Isabel's eyes gleamed with an unknown emotion while her lips stretched into a wider smile. "The wife you want back, You killed her with your own hands, cruelly. She is no longer Alive. Her love died with her. The woman standing In Front of you is her corpse. You can use it for your sexual pleasure as you want but That Isabel died the night you hurt her, cheated on her! She died when you showed that her value in your life was not more than whore." Viso's bones chilled to the core hearing her words. Isabel pushed herself away from him and tsked. “Is it still a game for you? To expect my love? Do you even know what Love is, V

, she said. Isabel nodded. They got to the room where the men were held up. “Have they spilled yet?”, Isabel asked. “No. We haven’t asked though”, Penelope said. The woman who was almost kidnapped stood by the door, shaken up. She entered the room and walked up to Isabel. “I think I know why they wanted to kidnap me”, she said. “What’s your name?”, Arya asked. “Gloria. I used to be a courtesan at La Hermandad de la Estrella. They sent these men to get me back because we can never leave unless married”, she said.