Isabella Bello Novels & Stories

Elena’s pregnancy trap would be compromised, and the social standing Isabella clung to so desperately would be completely eclipsed by a girl who used to drown in debt. ​No, Isabella thought, her teeth grinding together so loudly she was terrified they would hear her through the wood. No, I won't allow it. You think you can just march back into this city and take everything, you worthless bitch? ​Spinning on her heel, Isabella sprinted down the long, marble corridor, her heart slamming against her ribs as she pulled out her private cell phone, her thumb frantically dialing Elena Rossi’s encrypted line. ​The storm hadn't just arrived in America. Isabella King was about to ensure it became a ma

Isabella admired my humiliation as she made a call. Her man on the other end heard her seductive tone and immediately patched the call through to Marco, who was in a private meeting. "Marco, darling," her voice dripped with honey. "There's a crazy woman here. She's bullying me and Nico…" Marco's doting voice came through the phone. "What's wrong? Who dares to touch my baby?" "It's some lunatic calling herself the Falcone Donna. She even hit me…" Isabella whined. "What?" Marco didn't even let her finish before he exploded.

He tried to get on to his feet, wincing in pain as he did so. Isabelle did not appear to be fazed by this new turn of events. Her face twisted into a sneer. “So, Oswald, do you want to show me what you’re made of?” David stepped inside. “What have you done to her?” “Isabelle has become a member of the Brethren!” Belinda was aware of movement behind her and she twisted round to see the bar emptying through the back door with the entrance of David Oswald. Isabelle seemed to notice this too and she laughed. “They might be scared of you, Oswald, but I’m not!”

Then Isabella sat down. She reached for the microphone that Nikolai had set on the table. Then she said, without any emotion: “My name is Isabella De Luca. I organized the Vetra Initiative. I ordered the silence. I bribed, buried, and built a throne on bones. I chose power over peace. And I regret nothing.” Nikolai’s fingers twitched on the table. My heart sank like a heavy rock. “Regret nothing?” I echoed, stepping closer. “Don’t get it twisted,” she said. “I regret losing. But I don’t regret winning while I could.”

Mateo stood at her other side, his wound healing but his pride frayed at the edges. Cameras clicked like a hailstorm. Reporters surged forward. But Isabella raised one hand, and silence fell. “I am Isabella Herrera Castellano,” she began, her voice smooth and unyielding. “And I speak today not as someone hiding behind men or lineage—but as the rightful heir of both.” She let that settle. “Last night, this estate was attacked. The man responsible is dead. But his ambition lives on—in whispers, in knives hidden beneath courtly smiles. Let this be known: I will not be moved by fear. I will not bow to the threats of those who think a woman cannot rule.”

Maria’s face turns stern. I look at our new maid. Isabella, an omega who was appointed a few weeks back, right before the meeting. As per the records and her scent, she’s an omega of the Moonlight Pack. But behind those records lies the truth—Isabella is a trained member of the Iron Claw military camp, sent by Elijah to us. She’ll be working in the mansion as a full-time maid and be the hidden bridge that connects the Iron Claw Pack with my pack. Through her mind-link powers, I’ll be able to communicate with Elijah and set our future meetings.

I again struggled to get out of his mother's grip but one guard joined her and together, they made sure I stayed still. “Do you, Isabella Rossi, take…" “No, Hell No!" I cut the priest off. “I don't know him. I've never met him in my life. I was kidnapped from my wedding after they shot my fiance, forced to wherever heaven knows and now, I'm being forced to marry a man I am almost positive is the mastermind behind my misery. I would rather marry the devil than get married to him." I say in one breath, pointing at the handsome man staring at me with a blank expression on his face.

As my lips moved against his, he gradually took over. He was one hell of a kisser. When I pulled away to gaze into his eyes, butterflies swarmed my stomach. The tenderness in his eyes was enough to make me go weak in the knees. Is this what it means to meet your soulmate? "Do you know me?" I slurred, and he raised a brow. "Who doesn't know you? You're Isabella Moreno, granddaughter of one of the richest men in New York," he responded, a certain glint in his eyes.

Domenico Perez POV* "I will not stay here and watch you accuse my wife of something just because of her last name" Banging my fist on the table, I glare straight at him. Isabella isn't like that. She's not a backstabber or a mole. I watched her for ten years, she is anything but a mole.

, Isabella says while cutting two slices of the freshly baked bread I only seem to take notice of now. "You are too kind Bella. I couldn't have asked for a better friend than you.", I say almost throwing up in my mouth as the words leave my lips. She looks up and smiles at me kindly like she always does. That smile that makes one believe that she hasn't caused any harm to any person in her lifetime. The smile that made me feel warm and fuzzy inside once has just taken the form of a sadistic mocking in my mind. That is the smile that catches everyone's eyes and pulls them into the trap that is her, Isabella Costello.