Isabell Afro Real Name Novels & Stories

I heard a British woman say, “Hello there, Miss. Isabella Santacruz?” Her face was covered by a black feathered mask that matched her black dress. I said, “Yes, and you are?” She raised her mask to reveal her face and said, “Antonia Bebbel, Alpha Rashnikov’s mate, he is currently with your mate.” Her eyes were diamond blue, her lips were red, and she was a gorgeous blond. I noticed a mark from her partner on her neck. Antonia says, “It’s an honor to meet you.”

Isabella took him by the arm and took a step forward, trying to look a little more confident. "My name is..." Isa... " At that moment, she remembered that he had told her name that morning, in the accident" Isa Soler. "Isa?" that was too much of a coincidence, when the young woman in the morning had told him her name was Isabella. This must have been a bad joke or, did that girl have a lost twin sister and didn't know it? Máximo narrowed his eyes at the young woman's answer, his instinct told him that she was lying to him, and he was about to confront her again, when a sound of footwork was heard very close to them.

She looked just as confused as I was. “Then who was she?” Aniya asked. I shook my head. “I don’t know.” The recorder continued. “Before your mother married your father, she was known by another name.” A pause. “Isabella.” Aniya’s eyes widened. “My mother?” I nodded slowly. The recording continued. “Isabella Harlow was recruited by the organization when she was young. She was intelligent, ambitious, and desperate to protect her family.” Aniya covered her mouth. “She joined them?”

“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.”

“What's your name? “he broke the ice and said it like it was nothing. “Are you asking me? “I took a hearing aid out of my ear. “Yes, who else would I ask that question to if it's just the two of us going here? “This time he took off his glasses and wanted to penetrate me with his eyes, they were honey colored, but I could perceive something else about him, something that only us women can feel when a guy tries to see you with that mischievousness. “My name is Isabella, but I feel better if you just call me Isa," I answered kindly, "What's your name?

She moves closer to me and whispers something in my ear. “Remember what I said, forget your old life, if you try to do anything stupid, remember I am with your passport, if you ever plan on leaving this life, you will need it, now remember, your name is Isabella, you were sold to me by your father who couldn’t afford to pay back his debts.” I stand rather shakily, trying to suppress my nerves, resisting the urge to strangle her, but that would only end bad for one person (me).

Unfortunately I was not in the mood of chilling or helping out others. For here, my friends and other people know me as Ishabella. Bella Diór is only the name for identification. Otherwise people mostly know me as Ishabella who's a spoiled brat of billionaire Mafia Boss. Since there's a rule which every heir from the Mafia family follows. That is our name... Ishabella was my name which was given by my dad [ Mafia Boss] to hide my identity as the daughter of chairman Austin Diór. The fact that not many people know my face as Bella Diór because I never appeared in the media. The scandalous posts had my face covered with masks. Since I was careful to hide my face with a mask to whomever I would

“And I’m glad your mother found me deserving.” “She did. She told me about you when I was twelve. Ever since then, I liked your name. And now that I’ve met you, well, you’re so handsome, too!” I bit my lips. He blushed and laughed. “How old are you now? And what’s your name?” “I am Isabella Garcia, and I’m eighteen,” I said with a smile. “That's cool. I’m going to be twenty soon.” “When will you become Alpha?... Alpha Dominic?” I tested the name on my tongue.

I warned her. She looked towards Thomas's direction and then back at me. Did I do anything wrong?” Her voice sounded so soft that I felt a pang of pain in my heart. “The Alpha King just asked about your identity, are you courting death?” One of my men said, scaring her. They were following my command, but why was I hurt? “No please, My name is Isabella Robert. That's my identity.” I furrowed my brows in a frown, “And who ate your parents?” I questioned.

But she opened it anyway. The first page wasn’t a photo. Wasn’t surveillance. It was a name. Isabella Hale. Her name. But beneath it another line. Typed. Precise. Unfamiliar. Alias: Isabella V. Laurent Her breath caught instantly. “…What?” Her eyes scanned the page again. Faster now. Heart racing. Date of birth Different. Location Different. “No… no, that’s wrong…” Her hands trembled slightly as she flipped the page. Documents. Records.