Isabel Refugee Novels & Stories

In her last email, she provided me with her cell phone number, in case I needed to contact her. Zander: Um, hi Nina, it’s Zander. Nina: Hi, Zander. How are you? Zander: I’m good. I just wanted to check to make sure Isabella is ok. I haven’t heard back from her. Is she safe at home? Nina: Oh, I didn’t tell you? Isabella is in Italy for her last year of schooling. She is staying with her great-great-Aunt. Zander: Italy? No, you didn’t tell me.

"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.

Vicente Calderón collapsed to the floor, blood pooling beneath him, eyes staring at nothing. Adrian stood over the body for a second longer than necessary. Then he turned away. Next is the good for nothing daughter Isabela ran. She didn’t wait for confirmation. Didn’t call for help. Didn’t scream. She grabbed a bag, a burner phone, and vanished through a service exit as the compound burned behind her. By the time Adrian reached the apartment, it was empty. Her perfume lingered. That was it. “She’s gone,” Luca said. Adrian nodded. “She won’t stop running.”

“Did you poison her? Who sent you? What do you want?” “Money?” Isabella rushed to the safe, “I will give you. Please save her,” she looked to Elara and rushed to her, “Elara.” “Leave,” Elara gasped and held tightly to Isabella. With Isabella's help, she forced her to sit, “I'll buy time, you just escape.” “No. We are leaving together! I'm not leaving you!” Isabella screamed and turned to the men, “stay away.” “Get them.”

“What’s this I hear about a woman? Redhead. Viral moment. And a shooting…you’ve been busy.” The room went dead quiet. Everyone suddenly found their notes fascinating. “Meeting’s over,” I said. They filed out fast. Carlos waited until the door clicked shut. “Talk to me,” he said, voice lower now. “Who is she?” “Isabelle.” I leaned back, exhaling. “She’s… everything. But she’s in trouble. Amnesia from an accident years ago. Nightmares,flashbacks. Last week she remembered something, two men in the fire that killed her parents. Alot is going on Uncle.”

Tina inquired. Isabella took a deep breath and let the air out through her mouth. She glanced at Tina again, where does she began, answering her question. She asked her three questions at a stretch. But she guessed she would start answering her questions, anyways. "Rachel was Jordan's wife and he loved her so much or better still, they both loved each other…" Isabella began and told her how she was kidnapped and tortured despite being pregnant. How the latter would not give up information about Jordan. How she was later dumped because she fell into a preterm labour.

there was once one woman. Her name was Isabela Cortez-Rivas—a stunning, steel-willed doctor he’d met in Cuba while undergoing facial reconstruction after a botched assassination attempt. She had refused his money, challenged his temper, and nursed him back to life on her terms. Against all odds, he fell hard—and married her in secret. Isabela gave him four beautiful children. Then, during the birth of their fifth, she died. Rumor said Rivas burned an entire clinic to the ground when she passed, killing the doctor who dared to let her bleed out.

**FLASHBACK** Isabella sat on one of the wet cartons on the bus. Still crying, she was feeling nauseous and stinking in her blood stained clothes, she cleaned the tears off her face from time to time but it still gushed down uncontrollably. No one could have thought that such a huge calamity could befall a happy pack like hers, not to talk of what happened on the day of her celebration. Her entire pack was murdered, her parents gone, two of her brothers brutally killed and her virginity was taken in the most cruel way and now she and some other kids were being abducted to only God knows where and what they were used for..

"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."