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Isabella replies puckering her brows . “ When last did you see your monthly period ? ” “ Ummm ..... Last month , why this questions ? ” Isabella snorts flatly “ from your symptoms I think you are pregnant since you have not seen your period this month . ” Karen states firmly as Isabella eyes bulged out . She shook her head negatively . “ That is not possible . ” she defended “ we will see to that . ” Karen answered smirking mischievously . “ All I'm saying is I am the CEO I can not be pregnant .I am not even married .” she reminds Karen her best friend.

That was when Killian looked up at her, his dark eyes met hers and she couldn't help but admit how intimidating it was to hold eye contact with him. “Killian..” his voice was smooth and seductive, she felt shivers run though her spine and her hormones racing just by the sound of it. She looked away and stabbed the meat on her plate, composing herself. “Hmm.” she cleared her throat "Never heard of that kind of name but you sure as hell aren't from shitty Seattle. Maybe the countryside or somewhere quiet." Killian resumed his silent treatment. “I'm Isabella, Libra and a Buddhist ” She said sharply but got nothing from him "Isabella Diego?..." she added, still not getting any reaction “seeing y

Isabella's moonlight monitor beeped steadily. "I'm dying," Isabella said. "We both know it." I stayed silent. Even weakened, she still had that calculating look. "Before I join the eternal hunt, I have confessions," she continued. She struggled to sit up. "I'm not Vivian Stone's daughter." I kept my face blank. But my mind raced. "I'm the illegitimate pup of Theresa Rivers and Richard Stone," Isabella said. Her voice grew stronger. "Theresa switched us as pups. She gave Vivian her real daughter while keeping me hidden."

I growled. Xavier crossed his arms. “We think she’s Arielle’s biological mother. Her name's Isabella Vargas. She wasn’t just some random woman. She was a high-end whore who specialized in powerful men. Slept with half the underworld in her prime… including the old Russian boss Ivan’s uncle. The one who ran things before him.” I flipped through the pages. There were more photos. Isabella in expensive hotels. Isabella on the arm of dangerous men. Isabella looked pregnant in one grainy shot.

she says, wiping away the tears that keep falling. Alfa Fernandes approaches her and, looking at her, without daring to touch her, says to her with a smile: "Happy Birthday, my DizzyBella!" making us all laugh. And we realize that her name fits her perfectly because when she is agitated and nervous, all the Latin spirit in Isabel comes out and she becomes dizzy, doing only nonsense in anger. Isabel looks at him and surprisingly runs towards him and takes him in her arms. We don't know much about their relationship, we just know that because of this competition they quarreled and got to the stage where Isabel was renegade by her own pack.

My jaw clenches. “I’m sure if I was the one that interviewed Isabelle,” I lean back, “I would have known something about her wasn’t adding up.” “Well, you do have a point.” She pouts, giving a shrug. “Turns out her real name was Daria Ross. Daughter of the mafia lord, Von Ross. She also went to Crystal High with y’all. Same grade level.” Oh.

Veronica sat opposite Isabella, a serious expression on her face. "So," she began, her voice low. "Tell me everything." Isabella hesitated, her fingers nervously tracing the outline of the Gemini Heart pendant resting against her chest. "It's... complicated," she began, her voice hesitant. "I've dealt with complicated things before," Veronica replied, her eyes steady. "Try me." Isabella took a deep breath. "My name isn't Isabella," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's Jennifer. Jennifer Clarke."

“What's the name of the bitch who killed Elisa?” “There's no point in me telling you!” “Tell me right this goddamn minute!” “Please, stop it, stop hurting yourself.” “Just tell me once and for all!” “All right, all right, I'll tell you! Her name is Isela, Isela Velar.” “Isela Velar?” “Yes, Isela Velar. A simple woman, she was a housewife.” “Isela Velar, well... I want you to remember that damn name for the rest of your life! Remember it and don't you ever forget it! Is that clear?!”

“Well, Chairman Carter’s wife, who is a famous painter that goes by the title Mrs. Sunflower, is named Sylvia Ross. I believe Isabel took her mother’s family name instead.” “So, Isabel was the real deal the entire time and even the daughter of billionaires to boot? Are all those rumors about her being trained in a scammers’ organization fake all along?” “Even the chairman of Carter Corporation has come down to our mortal realm to deal with this matter himself. Those outlets responsible for making up these false rumors are doomed for sure. Phew, good thing I’m not stupid enough to get swindled by them. I’d advise everyone to not take every rumor at face value from now on.”