Isabela Merced Hot Novels & Stories

Suddenly, Elijah’s empire blossomed. Mrs. Lourdes de la Barrera had been affected by what her grandson was going through and ended up in the hospital. Maria Fernanda was tempted to go there and say how sorry she was for the things she caused due to her thirst for revenge. But Elijah knew how to stop her. Maria Fernanda as Isela and Isela as Maria Fernanda was always going to love Stefan. She had fallen for him, but it was her resentment that conquered the lands in her heart, rotted the beautiful gardens that love may have grown and destroyed empires.

" Nerissa questions him with her eyebrow raised. Mateo's face contorts into a grimace. "Of course not, darling. I just really don't want other people know that I once make my self be fooled by that woman," he said as he rubs his temples lightly. They keep on talking by changing the topic, when their attention was caught by a sudden rush of media reporters crowding around one of the exits of the venue. And there they saw how Elijah escorted Isabella who's really look stunning now wearing a white dress with gold details along the collar, her hair down and cascading down her shoulders beautifully.

Footsteps echoed from deeper inside the house. And they knew that they weren’t alone. Isla appeared in front of them. She descended the staircase with composed grace. Her blonde hair fell softly around her shoulders. Even with age, her beauty had not faded, it had matured. Her blue eyes immediately found Mercy. And it softened. Behind her came Gabriel. Dark brown hair touched with silver at the temples. Green eyes identical to Aurelian’s. You can see power walking with him. Then came Elara, radiant, warm, and right behind her, two little whirlwinds followed.

‎She ran into the darkness. ‎Away from the fire. ‎Away from the screams. ‎Away from everything she had ever known. ‎And she never looked back. ‎Behind her the mansion burned. ‎And with it, Isabella Marisol Reyes died. ‎What remained…was something else entirely. ‎🖤 ♣️ ‎Daylight came too quickly. ‎It spilled over the city in soft gold, touching rooftops, flooding streets, warming a world that had no right to feel warm. ‎Isabella walked through it like a ghost.

"Don't smile too much around here. The only person that can afford to do that is Esteban, our second in command, and that's because everyone knows his smile is his best weapon." "I'll...keep that in mind." I finally find the keys buried deep in my pocket and reach for the lock. "Isabela! Oye, where have you been?" She eyes her. "You look like shit, chica. Tell me you weren't with that fucking Jose again Isabela stands straight and I whip my head around to get a look at the new face. The woman is tall and mature looking, with soft brown wavy hair and bronze skin. Then her eyes slide to me.

How lovely it would be to own this bodyguard as her dirty little secret that will serve her whenever she needs it? Mandela was fine, but when they had sex, it was as if he was thinking of someone else… presumably, his dead wife, and that put a whole dullness to it. She needed someone young and vibrant… Sebastian Damon. Isabella would make sure that the young man only thought of her when he was done with his contract, and he would worship the ground she walked on. Isabella was an expert in seducing and breaking men, and Sebastian would be a challenge, but she would eventually break him and make him fall madly in love and lust for her.

— Burn me, turn me into ashes, Isabela. Alejandro Moretti was an intensely passionate man, but in bed, Isabela surpassed him. And that drove him absolutely wild.

My voice was still faint from all the crying that I have been doing since last night. A tall girl was standing outside my door. She looked bright and happy. She kind of reminds me of Gill. I wondered how she is right now. I told her I'd be back when I got a chance. I haven't got that chance. Maybe, within this week? I will be able to meet her and her new born baby. "I am Isabela, my lady. I was assigned by Alpha Lucia to attend you. She's summoning you to the Stadium. She said to wear something extravagant. People will be there to congratulate your victory. Congratulations again, my lady!" she chirped like a bird.