Novel & Cerita Isabel Refugee

The girl took the small suitcase, in which she carried the four changes of clothes she had, which was all she had left, and returned to the shelter for the needy in which she had been living for the last few days. Just a few weeks ago, that house from which that man had kicked her out was his home, the place where Isabella grew up, however, now it belonged to the bank, all her things, both the house and her belongings, had been confiscated due to the enormous amount of debts that the young woman had been left with for the expenses made by her mother's illness, who had recently died.

"I'm not implying anything. I'm asking directly: Do you actually believe Isabella is just a simple maid who happens to have caught your attention? Or do you know she's hiding something and you don't care?" "Everyone is hiding something—" "That's not an answer." I leaned forward. "Leon, I've been investigating her background as you asked. And there are... inconsistencies. Questions that don't have good answers." "Such as?" I pulled out one of my reports. "Isabella claims she came from Evergreen Pack. That she worked in a household there. But when I cross-reference the refugees who arrived with her, none of them remember her specifically. They remember a woman matching her description, but no

Eastern Europe, somewhere cold and wet, where people didn’t ask questions and everything felt foreign enough to disappear into. She wore a scarf that covered most of her hair, her coat heavy, and her hands buried deep in the pockets. There were no guards here. No cartel wives. No cameras. No Lucien. No Isa. She was alone. Really alone. The extraction had been fast. Isa arranged a smuggler route through the Baltic corridor. She’d ridden with refugees, moved through truck containers and crumbling train stations, and changed names five times. From Catalina Marín to Maria Lopez. From Maria to Elena Morales. And now—now she didn’t even bother introducing herself. Her mission was clear.

Isabella sighs. “I already told you. My life turned to utter shit, being the outcast and disgraced daughter of the Beta’s. Alex was the golden child.” He flinches, and Isabella shoots him an apologetic look. “And I had to fend for myself. They starved me, locked me outside to sleep and overall just neglected me in every way possible. I took a job in the local human town, starting to train in the local dojo and learned to cook over open fire. I lived on my own amongst people who hated my guts for nothing.” I wrap my arms closer around Isabella. I knew her life had been miserable and filled with disappointment, but I had no idea it had been that bad. Why the fuck didn’t I know?

Kira's pack belonged to that region, and that made it more thrilling because last night, they sent a threatening message to us to give freedom to the coastal region. We warned them to stop threatening us, but we were yet to receive an official response. Isabel was now ten years old, and has joined the military force. The female section, actually. She was the head of one of the major teams and each time I stared at her face, joy rushed to my mind. And then pain came next. It reminded me of Ezekiel and the times we shared together. The fact that he was nowhere to be found now, and he couldn't even fight to regain his rights until he went missing. Perhaps he'd been slaughtered, who could tell?

My clothes stuck to my body, my entire frame trembling from the cold. Almost there. I encouraged myself as the house gate finally came into view. I’m Isabella Santos. Just a simple girl from the countryside who somehow caught the attention of the almighty Xavier Gustavo…the heir to Gustavo Group Limited, the wealthiest and most powerful family in California. Or should I say... unlucky? Sigh. Xavier met me at the coffee shop where I worked and confessed his love. It felt like a dream come true. I had always crushed on him, and now, I'm engaged to him.

“You get a bad feeling when someone looks at you funny.” “Funny looks don’t bleed people dry and leave their bones picked clean,” I snapped. He shut up. Isabella joined me at the edge of the cliff, where we could see the slow-moving trail of refugees winding down into the valley. Her voice was soft. “They’re scared.” “So am I.” She blinked. “You?” “Of losing them. Of losing you.” I swallowed hard. “I’ve seen too many graves. I can’t dig yours.” She turned to me, fierce and beautiful and impossible. “Then don’t let me fall.”

She didn’t care about how she got there, she didn’t care about Enrique, she didn’t care about the world knowing who she was… she just cared about her name and the things that represented her name: Isela. “Isela… My name is Isela… My name is Isela! I did not kill my sister, I did not kill my sister because Eliza wasn’t my sister! Listen to me! I did not do that!” Isela started screaming like a crazy. She was doing everything to untie herself, but the more strength she put, the wider the stain of blood made. She was bleeding again because had opened her wounds. “Elijah… I did not do that! Leave me alone!” Elijah couldn’t help but feel a monster. He had given the order to tie her up to the hosp

“And besides, when my grandson Natán went away for college, you were just like Cassandra is now, maybe worse.” Isabel tensed up. She was definitely worse than Cassandra. She couldn't even keep any food down for more than three minutes. She let out a short sigh as the woman returned to the kitchen. She needed answers; she needed a plan. So she got up. The old woman looked up from the sink. “Don't tell me you're—” “No abuela” she quickly replied. “I just need to talk to someone. I won't be long.” “You're supposed to be helping with dinner as your friend is—”

Isabella quickly walked over and blocked the main interviewer’s hand from pressing the elevator button. The interviewers, startled by Isabella's sudden approach, looked at her with surprise. An assistant, clearly annoyed, called out, “What do you think you’re doing? Security, security...” Ignoring the assistant, Isabella calmly addressed the main interviewer. “Excuse me, sir. I’m Isabella Rivera, here for the interview. I’ve been waiting all day and haven’t been called. I’d like to know what went wrong.” The stout woman saw this and was about to mock her, but Thalia stopped her.