Isabella Bello Novels & Stories

I said. “Aunty T, if I'm following correctly. Are you saying that Bella is the missing daughter of the Powell family?” Lissa asked, surprised. “Thee, Isabella Powell that has been missing for 15 years?” She added, getting excited. I looked at my mother, shocked waiting for her to answer. “Yes that is what I was coming around to say but you beat me to it,” she said, sighing. “Bella, your biological name is Isabella Powell. You were kidnapped and sold to traffickers but somehow ended up in the orphanage where we found you,” she added.

Edward had killed her and made me believe I had been the one to murder her. And now, he wanted to do it again. But Isabella wasn’t Elena. She didn’t smile the same way. Didn’t move through the world like she belonged to anyone. She had edges Elena never did. She didn’t pretend to be unbreakable. She just kept going, even when she was. She was stronger than all of us, and maybe that was why he came back. A chair dragged across the floor and I raise my head, only to see that it was Isaac. He was holding an expensive bottle of wine. He poured us both a drink and sat.

“Boss, if this is true, then Isabella is playing both sides. She tries to kill Lorenzo, and then runs? Why not stay under her brother’s protection?” Mateo’s expression barely shifted. “Because protection was never what she wanted. She wanted power. And if she failed, she knew her family would turn on her.” He glanced at Diego, voice lowering. “A woman like that doesn’t make one move. She makes three at the same time.” The city was quiet when they pulled up near the harbor. The air smelled of rust, the sea dark and restless beneath a half moon. The building they stopped in front of was old but expensive, the kind of place meant for people who wanted privacy more than luxury.

the boy said and grabbed Isabella's arm but left instantly as Xavier glared. "No, I am not comfortable with the game. Also, I need to go home, so I.. can't." Before Isabella could finish, a woman came to her whom she didn't know well except for her name, hold her hand, and led her to their group "Guys, look who is here with us? Our beautiful Bella from the English department," the woman named Paoli just announced to the group. First, Isabella saw the obnoxious eyes of several of them, which didn't bother her because she wasn't thinking of staying there for a second.

Outside the office, the assistant whispered. “Just tell her that I’m busy...” “Chairman Miller, Miss Beltran is now an employee in our company. She is replacing Miss Evergreen as your assistant.” The assistant trembled a little. He knew that Jasper was deliberately avoiding Isabella.” But Isabella was a high-class b*tch in sheep’s clothing, even higher than Veronica. “What?” Jasper frowned gently. ‘Isabella applied for the job directly without informing me?’ Jasper rubbed his brows and sighed. “Let her in.”

He roared, and Isabella screamed "Papa no!" Then a voice to the right of her mate spoke up. Camille's voice carried across the pack as they sat, stunned silent in shock, "I Camille Menendez challenge Isabella Romano for the title of Luna!" And Isabella's world crumbled as chaos erupted.

POV Bella Saint As he stood behind me, his arms wrapped around me as we looked out at the waters, it hit me. I am Misses Isabella Sofia Saint, I AM BELLA SAINT. Shocker! I am married to my bully. This was too much to take in. I also lost my virginity to him. Crazy right? I was deep in thought when I felt him kiss my neck and the same zinging feeling went down my spine. He began to suck on the tender flesh of my nape and I bit my lip to hold in a moan that wanted to escape. He always knew how to get a reaction.

Probably holding her, kissing her, fucking her. While Isabella sat here alone, plotting from the shadows like some desperate villain in a tragic opera. But she wasn't desperate. She was strategic. And she had resources Dimitri didn't know about. Like the girl. Isabella pulled out her phone, dialed a number. It rang twice before a cool, professional voice answered. "Signorina Russo." "Catarina. I need you here. Now." "Of course. Twenty minutes." Isabella ended the call, poured herself a glass of wine, and waited.

he began, but she quickly interrupted him. "Call me Bella," she insisted, her smile wide yet unsettling. Hailey raised an eyebrow at the insistence, noting the overly sweet inflection in Bella's voice. "No, I'm fine with that," Cassian replied, maintaining his cool demeanor. He turned to Hailey, adding, "Rose, meet Isabella, daughter of the Russian Mafia." Hailey smiled politely, but Isabella completely ignored her, focusing her attention solely on Cassian. "So, Cassian, I hear congratulations are in order," she purred, her gaze lingering on him as if Hailey weren't even there.