Isabela Merced Hot Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry, what?” “You heard me the first time,” Santiago sounded indifferent, almost curt. “I know you’re probably wondering how many times I must’ve hit on her, given how lovely she looks and all. But I can categorically state that Isabella Mercedes is officially into women.” Lola shook her head. She had so many questions. “Mercedes?” Santiago nodded, still fixed on his book. “Yup. I don’t know if that’s her real name, and I couldn’t care less.”

"She has a nice figure; those long legs are enough for some fun." Ryan glared at him, jokingly saying, "You dare play with that woman; aren't you afraid of playing yourself to death?" ... After Andrew's birthday, Isabella became busy again. With the release of "Mermaid Princess," the box office soared. Her popularity also rose with the success of the movie, bringing in numerous endorsement deals and offers. Apart from unexpected gains for the investors and producers, Isabella became the biggest beneficiary of the movie "Mermaid Princess." The second female lead, Victoria, had been keeping a low profile due to a scandal involving her extramarital affairs.

He roared, and Isabella screamed "Papa no!" Then a voice to the right of her mate spoke up. Camille's voice carried across the pack as they sat, stunned silent in shock, "I Camille Menendez challenge Isabella Romano for the title of Luna!" And Isabella's world crumbled as chaos erupted.

So I decided to cheer her up , Mind if u wanna play some games , she gave me a no , so I decided to brighten the day then I asked her to tell me more her why do u wanna know she asked Why shouldn't I know about my Friend Isabella POV I was shocked when he asked me to him more about myself .Am Isabella as you know ,I have a young sister Risa ,My mum has a resurant while My dad is a Banker. i replied" what about you? I asked him but was kinda scared I had to ask him" Rey Pov I have to answer her questions too I'm Rey,I also a younger bro who lives in Korea ,My Dad

I said with a slight smile. He smiled and held out his hand in front of me. “I’m Jericko Santilla,” he said. I was going to shake his hand when I realized I was still holding his other hand. I slowly released it and shook his hand. "Hello, I'm Isabelle. Thank you Jericko for saving me earlier,” I said with a full smile. He said in a sexy voice, "It's my pleasure to save a gorgeous girl like you." I really don’t know but I think I already had a crush on him. Especially when he is smiling, my heart beats so fast.

I wasn't only doing this because Aiden asked for but because I didn't get to ask her how she met Aiden and saved him. I didn't get to thank her properly too. My secretary called back and I was told she came to audition for a role in an upcoming drama but she wasn't able to because she was late. I guessed it was because of Aiden. And Isla is an actress? Since when? I did feel bad and indebted to her because she saved Aiden and didn't get to audition. I called the employees in charge and told them to call her in the following day for an audition but they should give her the role she wanted.

I don’t know really, but you need to look at this. Beneath it was a link. My stomach dropped. I tapped it before I could think better of it. The video loaded instantly. The title blared across the screen: “Maria Mendez Speaks: The Dark Side of Damien Rothchild.” Maria Mendez. Isabelle’s closest friend. I remembered seeing her at charity galas years ago, always loud, always trying to make herself relevant. The interview opened with Maria sitting across from a host I recognized from daytime television, crocodile tears shimmering beneath studio lights.

My heart hammers against my ribs so hard I can feel it in my throat, in my ears, and drowning out everything else. Isabel Queens, not just Isabel but Queens. I push away from the door and move to my desk, collapsing into the leather chair. For a moment, I just sit there, staring at nothing, and trying to process. Then I pull out my phone and start searching, my fingers clumsy with adrenaline. I type her name into G****e, and the results load almost instantly. My breath catches. There she is. Professional headshots from three years ago—Isabel Queens at a charity gala, Isabel Queens at a business conference, Isabel Queens shaking hands with some politician whose name I don't bother to read.

— Elsewhere in the city, Tania strolled into a quiet café where Isabela already sat, sipping something iced and bitter. They didn’t greet each other like allies. More like reflections in a mirror. “You know,” Tania said, sliding into the chair across from her, “it’s usually the scorned woman who sends the scandal to the press. You’ve got an edge to you.” Isabela smiled. “I’m just here to remind the world that some ghosts still haunt the living.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a silver USB. Pushed it across the table. Tania raised an eyebrow. “What’s this?”

He had chosen his two offerings carefully. Isabela, 29, a fiery local Carnival dancer with golden-brown skin, long dark curls, and a body built for sin — full, heavy breasts, narrow waist, and a round, juicy ass. And Camila, 24, her younger cousin — petite, smooth-skinned, with perky breasts and a tight, innocent-looking body that hid a very dirty mind.