Isabel Refugee Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I expect you to verify it." Mia walked closer. "So tell me." Isabella shook her head. "Not yet." Mia's expression hardened. "You don't have the luxury of games." "I'm not playing one." "Then what do you want?" Isabella looked directly into Mia's eyes. "I want safe passage." Silence. "When this war ends..." Isabella continued, "...I leave the country." "No revenge." "No prison." "No one follows me." "I disappear." One of the guards scoffed. "That's your price?"

She had to try. Isabel sat on the bench for a long time, her good hand shaking as she stared at her phone. She had no one else left. She scrolled through her contacts and stopped at Kian’s name. She pressed call before she could change her mind. Kian picked up on the second ring. “Isabel? Hey, are you okay?” She swallowed hard. Her voice came out small. “Kian… I don’t know where I am exactly. Everything hurts and Isaac took the kids. He said I’ll never see them again. I just got out of the hospital. I need someone here. Please.”

But I also knew there was something important I needed to tell her. “Giulia, I have something to tell you,” I began, choosing my words carefully. “What is it, Daddy?” she asked, lifting her head to look at me. “Do you remember when we talked about your new friend who would be staying with us?” Giulia frowned thoughtfully, but nodded. “She’s arriving today. That’s why we made the sign for her.” “Like the ones we see in movies? What’s her name?” “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.”

You're already the last of your kind". That sentence got at her as she flipped her eyes open and felt so much rage. The last of her kind - Then, she recalled everything that had happened - how she lost her entire family - her sisters. Isabelle knew she was no more safe when she heard footsteps become closer and taking a brave step, she sprang on her feet and started running away - running away from her shield and out to the open - risking herself to the guards. The guards noticed her and the leader yelled: "After her!!!!" Everyone charged, and in a split second, 8 men were chasing her again. She had no idea what to do, or how she was gonna get rid of them, but she continued running anyways,

Definitely not the baron. Isabel was barely alive. She couldn’t save the baby, and the jailers had a go at her multiple times on top of it. Could you imagine her condition? Honestly, I was furious. And I wasn’t her husband, either. I wasn’t anyone to her. Yet I remembered my mother. Once, twenty years ago, another girl had been huddled on a dirty straw mat, nursing her broken bones. And why? Because she had tried to help save people. Because she had been framed...

"So I had no choice but to take care of and raise Isaac, he was only four years old before I acted as his mother and father; I dropped out of school and went to live with Aunt Mila, but—" "They kicked you out of the house," Gideon interjected. "H-How did you know?" "I was there before going to the hospital when Isaac was confined at night; I went looking for you, Isabel, to apologize." Gideon replied. Isabel shed tears and hugged Gideon. "Hey, go ahead. I want to listen more about your life." said Gideon. Isabel smiled and continued her story about her parents. ______

His words trailed off as he reached for her, as if his mind still couldn’t quite comprehend the fact that she was standing in front of him, alive. “I’m fine, Adrian,” Isabel said, her voice trembling with the weight of her own emotions. “I got paroled. They found out Cecilia’s alive and, well, I’ve been a model prisoner. I’ve paid for my mistakes.” She paused, her eyes searching his face for something, anything that might show him that he still wanted her. That he still cared. “Where’s Elias?” Isabel asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Her son. The child she had lost, the child she had been kept from for far too long. “Aren’t you going to welcome me back?”

Although she knew the real test would begin once they landed in Greece. Returning to her homeland meant facing demons she thought she had buried in the past. But at that moment, Greece was a safe haven, unimaginable for a man like Barragán. Isabela walked down the jet's aisle with confident steps, her mind racing with what she had to do to ensure her family’s safety. The constant hum of the jet’s engine was almost reassuring, but it couldn't calm the anxiety that gnawed at her from the inside. Damián Barragán wouldn’t stop chasing them, and she knew she had to act quickly to secure their escape.

“This is Isabella’s real record. Four abortions, caught cheating in casinos seven times, and suspected of selling arms routes from three families. Her child, no matter whose, shouldn’t ever be born.” I looked at the file and suddenly laughed. “Silas, Father told me a consigliere shouldn’t interfere in family violence.” “That’s true,” he said, kissing my forehead. “But it’s a man’s duty to protect his fiancée.” Three days later, news came from Colombia. Isabella accidentally triggered a landmine on the farm. She was blown to pieces, along with her precious child. After kneeling at the blast site all night, Theo requested to return to Sicily the next day.

Isabel was confused at first when she learnt about her dad’s whereabouts. What does he want with Dylan? Or does he intend to intimidate David on his first day in the Pride pack? No, she can’t let the young pup encounter such an unpleasant experience on his first day here. With that thought, Isabel ran outside the house, got into her black Mercedes SUV and drove off. Courtesy of Xavi, she didn’t have to waste so much of her time searching for them and drove straight to the park.