Isabella 6 Novels & Stories

But I nod because I don't know what to do anymore. She thrust her hand in my face, palm up. "I want to drive your car." "Sure. Take any car you want. Which one?" I say fast. She smirks at me. "Your beloved Veneno Roadster." "Come again?" I can't believe my ears. Isabella smiles sweetly at me and speaks slowly. "Your dearest red Lamborghini, Gabriel Remington ." "But..." She raises her eyebrow. "Okay," I say, defeated. And I can see in my peripheral vision Christian and Consuela hold their laugh. Traitor!!!!!!!

"Let’s leave it at ten thousand five hundred. That sound right to you, son?" Cillian didn’t look at his father. His gaze remained locked on Isabella, unblinking. "Eleven thousand," Isabella said flatly. "And that’s final." A tense silence stretched between them. Isabella exhaled through her nose, then stood abruptly. She motioned for Bianca to do the same. When Alessa rose, Isabella placed her hands on her shoulders, turning her slightly toward the two men. "This is my sister, Alessa ," she announced, her voice firm. "You’ll be seeing her for most of the drops."

“At the capo’s apartment during the birthday party, I was frightened of you.” My lips curled. “I knew that.” “My father has strict rules about interacting with Catalina’s family or members of the cartel.” “Are you breaking his rules right now?” Isabella smiled. “I am. He sent me to war. I need to identify my allies.” “You found one in me. Liliana too.” I turned toward the door and back. “Do you want to call it a day?” “Nope.” Isabella spun her chair toward the desk, rubbed her temples, and exhaled. “Let’s look at this program.” She forced a smile. “I don’t want you wasting your afternoon. I’m sure you have bad guys to kill.”

Six years. Isabella is six years old and she has been in the world for six years and I have been in that world for exactly none of them. While I was building an empire in Colombia, while I was surviving things I should not have survived, while I was fighting my way back to Italy with one thought keeping me moving — Sofia, get back to Sofia — this child was being born and learning to walk and saying her first words and not one single moment of it had me in it.

Isabella stood there, wearing a tailored charcoal pencil skirt, a silk emerald blouse that I had bought for her in Milan and a pair of stiletto heels. She held a tablet in one hand as her eyes scanned the room with the effortless authority of a queen stepping into her court. My heart did the exact same traitorous flip it did every single time she walked into a room. When we returned, Isabella made it clear she had no intention of sitting in our penthouse doing nothing. She had spent years outsmarting Mateo Santiago's digital trackers, building untraceable networks and surviving in the shadows. She was brilliant. So, I did the only logical thing. I gave her her own division at Inferno Tech.

“They might be scared of you, Oswald, but I’m not!” “You really should be!” Isabelle shook her head and looked very sympathetic. “You just don’t understand do you, Oswald. I’m not just any old member of the Brethren. I’m the main man…if you’ll pardon the expression.” She ran her hands down her body and gave the most horrible leer that Alice had ever seen in her life. David ignored it. David took another step forward and Belinda saw Isabelle lift a foot, as if about to take a step backward. The foot was placed back down on the surface and she knew then that he/she/it had wanted to retreat but didn’t want to lose face.

Isabel was confused at first when she learnt about her dad’s whereabouts. What does he want with Dylan? Or does he intend to intimidate David on his first day in the Pride pack? No, she can’t let the young pup encounter such an unpleasant experience on his first day here. With that thought, Isabel ran outside the house, got into her black Mercedes SUV and drove off. Courtesy of Xavi, she didn’t have to waste so much of her time searching for them and drove straight to the park.

I checked my phone and shot a text to Isabella. Collins: [What’s your date’s name? He looks familiar.] Isabella was already mid-conversation with Jun. She glanced at her phone and typed back. Isabella: [Jun Hertz. Why, do you know him?] Collins: [I definitely do!!!] Isabella: [Wait, what is that energy? Did he scout you? Should I back off?] Collins: [No! But watch your back. That guy has two hundred million credits in his war chest and he plays dirty.]

She wasn't holding a weapon; she was holding a tablet, her fingers moving with the same chilling efficiency Sabizina had inherited. "Rage, don't be a martyr," Isabella’s voice echoed through the room’s internal speakers. "The 'Golden Blood' protocol was never meant for a domestic life. Those children are the keys to a neural interface that will change the world. Vanessa knew it. That’s why she hid. But I am not Vanessa. I am a realist. Give me the heirs, and I will stop the island’s descent." "Go to hell, Isabella!" Sabizina screamed, a fresh wave of pain doubling her over.

Now, she was treating me like an annoyance. "Dad!" A loud, whiny shout shattered my thoughts. I turned around to see Isabella stomping down the stairs, her face twisted into a massive scowl. She was holding a large stack of printed papers and a box of colored markers, looking completely stressed out. "Dad, you need to call Nadia right now!" Isabella demanded, throwing herself onto the messy couch. "I have a major history presentation on Monday morning, and nobody is helping me cut out the pictures or format the slides. My poster board looks completely messy, and I am going to fail my class!"