Isabella Adalah Novels & Stories

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.

Before I can pull away, a tear rolls down my eyes but she is quick to catch it with her thumb. I pull away and watch her exhausted shape. She is smiling like an angel and it reminds me of how Helena was smiling down at me, making me believe that what Isabella said about Helena wanting me to be happy is indeed true. Isabella is an angel. She was sent down to come into my life, heal me, fix my broken pieces, teach me lessons of life and also love me and be the mother of my children. "What do we name him?" She pulls me out of my thoughts.

Back to her origin, Isabella was given birth from a royal family, her mother the daughter of Sir Elevan , the king of Aritle kingdom. According to history, Sir Mallow the senator of Bingle had a promise with Sir Elevan that the prince or princess from Bingle land must marry from the Aritle kingdom. When Isabella was seven years old she was brought to Bingle land and she was raised as a princess before their nation was enslaved and brought to Jungle land. Jan Wilson advises her to marry Isabella because she has once saved her from danger. Though Isabella was the right person for Robert mallow called Isabella and proposed to her , Isabella was so happy and she accepted the proposal with happin

isabella thought. "I need to do something fast before i lose myself" Isabella Mumbled She pick her phone, slide the latest Android she's using (Isabella is a sophisticated woman,she loved using latest model things ) She Dial a contact on her phone Drrr""""""Drr"""""""" The phone rings and the receiver pick the call "Let meet at the usual place,i have a Better proposal for for you" "Alright" the receiver said She Change the top she is putting on to something else

He had been Isabella's bodyguard since she was three years old. Isabella Marie Houston, a half Spanish half Irish lovely girl. Her father was Jackson Houston, the president of Houston Group developers and owners of hotels and aerospace company called the Twins Wings. Her mom was Sofia Madrigal, a beautiful socialite from a noble clan. Isabella was twelve years old but never attended formal schooling. She had private tutors and coaches training and teaching her everything she needed to learn. Wine silky long hair, light brown orbs, snow white skin, cute pointed nose, and light red full lips; she was indeed a walking princess.

I didn’t miss the way his eyes were on me for a moment too long, as if assessing me, as if he knew exactly what was going on inside my head. Isabel stepped forward, and the room seemed to fall silent for a moment. She flashed a smile that was all teeth, her eyes glinting with a knowing look. "I’m Isabel Ortega," she said, her voice was practically dripping with charm. "But most people call me Electra."

The girl whimpered like she was going to cry. "I missed you too, sorella." Antonio replied. Isabella felt jealousy burn through her, but she maintained the neutral expression on her face until the girl detangled herself from Antonio. "Antonio, who is she?" She asked finally. Before Antonio could answer, the girl hooked her hand around his arm and smiled confidently. "You must be Isabella." She said. "I'm Teresa. Antonio's half sister." ... Please vote and leave a review. XOXO.

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."

Isabella Sean: Standing at about 5"9 feet with long flowing dark hair and deep brown eyes, she exudes an aura of elegance and sophistication. Isabella is the lady betrothed to Lucas Blackwood due to familial arrangements. Unlike Lucas, she wholeheartedly fell for Lucas and loves him very much and as such is enraged at Roseline's sudden entrance into the Frey. She makes several attempts to erase and send Roseline out of the picture through sending spies like Kyle and using Lillian's connections, genuinely praying for Lucas to one day see her in a loving light.

My proof. I'd never bow to anyone again. My name's Isabella. Not someone's girl. Not Lina's backup. Not a sacrifice. I've got love. I've got freedom. And for the first time ever, the world's mine.