Isabella Bello Novels & Stories

"Report back to me by tonight." Across the city, in her Brewery office, Calla stood with Neva and a stunning woman named Isabella. The morning sun streamed through the large windows. Neva had searched for long to find the perfect face for the club, and Isabella was her final choice. "Isabella," Calla began, looking the woman straight in the eyes. "Do you fully understand the job I'm giving you?" Isabella smiled warmly, her confidence clear. "I am the public face of the club. I will greet important guests, give speeches, smile for cameras, and make everyone feel welcome. I will represent Sombra de Agave with grace and charm."

“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.”

“You forget that I didn’t ask to come here. I was fine before you dragged me into this hellhole filled with fake smiles, backstabbing witches—” “Well, if you hate it so much,” a venom-laced voice purred, “let me personally open the door for you.” Thalia didn’t even need to turn her head. She knew that voice. Isabella. She was leaning against the pillar like a smug little spider, arms crossed, wearing silk like it made her royalty. Her perfect hair in perfect waves, her lips curled in a smile that didn’t even try to pretend to be sweet. Thalia’s jaw ticked. “Look who crawled out of her closet full of skeletons.”

Isabella led an army of the most lethal assassins money can hire, and they are all females. Turns out Alberto had gotten on Isabella's bad side, and he has been on the run from her, for a while. "Mmm... you're looking more handsome than the last time we met." She said, closing in for a hug. Compared to Emilia, Isabella appears to be way smaller in size, but still manages to hug so tightly. She sure has a lot of energy. "How have you been, sugar?" She asked, finally pulling away to cup my cheeks and look up into my eyes.

My voice was still faint from all the crying that I have been doing since last night. A tall girl was standing outside my door. She looked bright and happy. She kind of reminds me of Gill. I wondered how she is right now. I told her I'd be back when I got a chance. I haven't got that chance. Maybe, within this week? I will be able to meet her and her new born baby. "I am Isabela, my lady. I was assigned by Alpha Lucia to attend you. She's summoning you to the Stadium. She said to wear something extravagant. People will be there to congratulate your victory. Congratulations again, my lady!" she chirped like a bird.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

Christy rolled her eyes and waved at him as she beckoned for him to come to her. He walked over and took a seat beside her. Without wasting any time he said, "Hi Bel, go ahead and tell me what Isabella has done." Christy sighed sadly, "Isabella has stolen Angelo from me. They have both fallen in love and are all lovey-dovey. They have sex regularly and kiss in front of me without stopping to think how it would make me feel."

"Recorded at Bella Notte before Sofia shot her. Catalina admitted to orchestrating my father's death, to working with Marco, to planning the gala attack. All of it." Morrison was quiet for a long moment. "How did you….." "I turned on my phone's voice memo app when she started talking," Isabella said simply. "You'd be surprised what people confess when they think they've already won." Morrison studied her with something that looked like genuine respect. "Mrs. Valentino, you're either the most prepared woman I've ever met or the luckiest." "I'm a restaurant owner who married a crime boss and survived," Isabella said. "I stopped believing in luck around chapter three of that story."

The restaurant was expensive and discreet. Isabella was already seated when Dante arrived. She wore a simple black dress. No makeup that screamed seduction. Just elegant, composed, dangerous in the way that mattered. "Thank you for coming," Isabella said. "You killed three of my operatives," Dante said flatly. "I did," Isabella agreed. "But that was war. And I think... I think it's time we stopped fighting." She poured wine for both of them. "Vittorio is committed to this," Isabella continued. "But I'm not. I've spent eight months in prison and another two planning revenge. And I've realized something essential."

Needed distance from Isabella’s perfume and Damian’s unreadable mask. But she wasn’t alone. “Running so soon?” Isabella’s voice drifted through the shadows, sweet as honey, sharp as glass. She stepped into the moonlight, her gown trailing like ink. “You must forgive me. I didn’t introduce myself earlier. Isabella Romano.” She extended her hand as though they were strangers meeting at court. Adriana’s spine stiffened. She didn’t take it. “I know who you are.” A smile curved Isabella’s lips, too polished, too practiced. “Of course you do. Everyone does. Damian’s fiancée, after all.”