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Ma'am Isabella cautioned as she stared from one person to the other. "So you said your name is what again." "Natalia Ma" she answered joyfully. "Oh Natalia, and are from this pack or from neighboring Packs" "Erm...this Pack." She stuttered then tried to play it off with an awkward laugh. What a weirdo. "It's good to see you Natalia. You already know I am his mother but you do not know my name, my name is isabella, you can call me Isabella or Bella anyone that appeals more to you, and this is Bianca, Sébastian's very good friend, they actually have gone out a good number of times and they were ought to be planing their next dating or outing today before we shockingly met you here."

In the end, she hailed a taxi and returned to her own house. The next day, Isabella's mood had calmed down, and she arrived at the talent agency early and found Ava. Ava was a top-notch talent agent in the company and had managed many highly successful artists. She had no idea about Isabella's background. However, during the signing process, she felt that this woman had an explosive personality.

It made her whole world spin. “How is this even possible?” She asked again. There was a long silence in which she continually berated her self for being so gullible. She thought back to the times that Lorenzo had tried to warn her. She had been so trusting, so easy. Her face tightened with anger. Did that mean that isolde.. or Isabella , she didn’t know which was her real name , was she her uncle’s child ? Anita looked at her worriedly. She had no idea of knowing what was going on in Natalie’s head. Natalie nearly laughed at the comic expression on Anita’s face as she looked at her. She would have laughed if the matter at hand wasn’t so pressing.

“Yes, Cairo. That's my name, how could you even do this to me and you are happy to show me your face, she spat at me and I could notice the rage in her eyes. “What are you even saying Isa?” I asked as she raised her hand at me. “Don't you dare call me that!” she thundered. “My name is Isabella not Isa and if you want to call me Isa you have to be worthy of it, " she said. “Do I really have to be worthy of calling my best friend a name I love the most?” I said as my tears flowed down my cheeks.

She slowly read the headlines. "HEADLINES; After being accused as a mistress, Actress Isabella is allegedly two timing two men, the second son of Blackwood company, Adrian Blackwood and Detective Nelly. And a video of her meeting Detective Nelly alone in a boutique and the station has been published, with both of them smiling and looking intimate with each other. After being seen, leaving the GYN/OB department of the hospital, the public can't help but wonder, who is the father of her Child.

A sad expression flashed across her features, as she finally remembered what happened. "By the way, I am Elijah Grayson. The CEO of the known NexaSphere. And... here's your ID, sorry that I need to borrow it for a bit, 'cause it's just really needed a while ago. So... you are Isabella Villanueva?" Elijah asked patiently as he handed back the ID. Isabella nodded, and then take her ID. Elijah then sit on the chair beside her.

"To prevent her from getting it. She has nowhere else to go. Her foster family are all positive for it." I felt sympathetic towards the girl. She must feel lonely. She must be missing her family. "Where's her real family?" I asked. "No one knows who they are. She's a mystery, a child." "Does she have a name?" "Her name is Isabella. She rarely speaks. In fact, no one has ever heard her say a single word." "That's weird" "It gets weirder. People say she has bad blood. They say that's the reason her parents abandoned her"

Hearing this Isabella looked apprehensive, and fearful, I knew what she believed wouldn’t happen but if it was the past me, I wouldn’t have agreed with Enzo but I knew she was different now, standing still she gave a small sad smile as she spoke with hurt in her eyes, “having Irvan si young made me behave as a brat, I was reckless, childish, and I did horrible numerous things to not only Louise but to anyone I could place my influence to I would, not caring at all what it would come against me as long as what I got in the end was what I wanted, I believe loosing everything I ever believed to be important in my life is but a fraction of what I do deserve back, I will however ask of god Leonid

“Like, truly ok?” Isabella smiled at me, and I was lost in her brilliant blue eyes. “Thank you, Zander,” Isabella expressed. “It’s just.” “Just what, bunny?” I probed. “It was just so nice down here to be known as just Isabella,” she stated. “Not a mafia princess or the daughter of Salvatore Aventini. Just plain Isabella. I just wanted to be me for once and people not think that I’m here because of my father or that the mafia forced them to take me.”

"Her name is Isabella Millers. She lives in the poor neighborhood of Brownsville and works at a cafe called Green not far from where she lives. Isabella is an orphan. She has a friend named Darrel Jones who works at a workshop and a close colleague named Ashley Moore." Pablo explained in detail about the girl Marco desired. He revealed Bella's activity photos on the table.