Isabel Love Gloryhole Novels & Stories

She paused with her dabbing, intending to smile at the person that had spilled the mimosa to show that there were no hard feelings when her eyes found familiar ones. Isabel stared at him like she had seen a ghost because that was just what he was; a ghost from her past came to hunt her present and threaten her future. Standing before her was one of her clients from her not-so-distant past as Shine. He was the married man who had slept with her, Candy and Spice and had then made the girls to hide in the pantry when his wife had come home earlier than expected. And now, here he was in front of her with his wife – Isabel recognized her from the family pictures she had seen in the house that day

“Sister, are you crying? Did something happen? Is it Brother Xin again?“ She asked. She had visited often, and she knew the life that Xin and I lived. But I shook my head. “Nope, I got a clue about my parents deaths.I am just going to investigate it. I will come back soon, okay?" She nodded her head. “Sister, take care,” she said. “And make sure you call me.“ … A few hours after Isabel left, Xin drove to Bob's house. He rushed into the house while calling Bella's name. “Isabel!“ Bob walked downstairs with a crease on his face. “What do you want in my house?“ He asked coldly.

"Isabel, please... I'm begging you, Isabel. Give me another chance. I know I was blind to Estelle's manipulation, and I'm deeply sorry for that. I was foolish to believe her lies, especially when I found your panties in Jackson's pocket. But I had no idea Estelle had gotten you drunk that night and deliberately removed your panties to frame you. I was deceived, and I realize that now. I promise to make it up to you, to earn back your trust and forgiveness. I'll do whatever it takes, Isabel. Just don't shut me out completely. Remember you have our baby." "Have you finished grovelling?" Isabel asked carelessly without a single pity. "Our baby? You now know that I have our baby? That's quite in

She glared at Sebastian who hurriedly stood next to Lizzy while folding his palms. "I really don't know what to say to you two. Lizzy!" She called as Lizzy raised her head. "The Headline reads 'Isabella's assistant causes a scene at Gelly's funeral as she and Glean got into verbal argument. Could Actress Isabella really have something to do with the death of Actress Gelly? The full video is below!" Isabella read out the headline and raised her head to look at Lizzy "Even as I'm in a critical condition, I still managed to make it to the headlines. I'm even on the news spot. Amazing isn't it?" She cocked her head and looked at Sebastian.

Back at the dorm, Kelly rushed over to me in a panic. "Joan, you've gone viral! You're all over the headlines back home!" I was stunned for a moment, unable to comprehend her words. Kelly then handed me her phone. "See for yourself!" I accepted her phone and took a look at the screen. A currently trending article with bold letters was displayed on it. "Romance of the elites! Sebastian Ford confesses to his ex-girlfriend at his engagement party!"

The woman I had let go. Back then, I thought it was what I wanted. I thought the right thing to do was to end things, to walk away, to reclaim what I believed had been stolen from me when Lilly slipped into that coma all those years ago. Isabel had been a part of my life only because of the contract. I mean that was the excuse I told myself. It made it easier to act as if she didn’t matter. But she had. She did. Isabel wasn’t just any woman playing a role in my life. She was the one who had breathed life into my cold, empty world without even doing much.

"I didn't die in that car, Mateo. I died the night I found my Elena died because of you couldn't wait to fuck my aunt. The woman who climbed out of that wreckage... she was someone else. She was a woman who would rather burn the world down than spend one more night in your bed." She turned to Elara, who was watching her mother with wide, proud eyes. "And now.” Isabella said, her voice softening. "He wants to do it again. He wants to lock me up. He threatens to send my daughter away because he wants me to tell the world that he is the hero." She looked back at the camera. "My name is Isabella." She said. "I am not a victim. I am not a hostage. And I am done hiding." Then, she looked straight

Here, the cypress trees grew thick and the air smelled of damp earth, salt, and secrets. I found a stone bench hidden behind a thick curtain of ivy. I sat down, my knees finally giving way, my head falling into my hands. The "Titan" was gone. I was just Isabella, a woman who had traded her soul for a chance to save a child who hated her very existence.

"Give us your address." This is crazy. I'm about to bring three strangers home to fuck me in my marriage bed so my chcheating and abusive husband walks in on us. The old Isabel, the one who gave up everything to please a man who hurt her would never, but that Isabel is dead. She died tonight in that hotel suite, watching her husband choose cruelty over love for the final time. This Isabel? She's done being a victim. I pull out my phone with steady hands and text them the address.

Flipping to the last few pages with writing on them, she quickly reads, tears burning her eyes as she finds what she was looking for. Gwen was now sure that Professor Miles had taken Isa to his pack to impregnate her, entrapping her into being his mate; she would be no better off with him than if she had agreed to her parents selling her off. Placing the note in the front of the journal and keeping hold of it in her hand, she moves over to the small wardrobe they share, crouches down and reaches right in the back to where Isadora’s other journal and the folder they kept all the documentation on Professor Miles were hidden.