Isabella Bello Novels & Stories

But the second Kai Harlan looked at me like he wanted to bend me over and ruin me, my neglected pussy knew it was already his. My name is Isabella Hart—Bella to the few people who still get close. Forty-four years old, divorced for three long, dry years, and still carrying a body that makes men stare. My tits are big, natural, and heavy, always straining against whatever top I wear. My waist is tiny, my ass thick and juicy from years of beach yoga, and my legs are long and smooth. I run a little boutique right by the ocean, selling cute dresses and bikinis to tourists, but my nights have been nothing but a vibrator and fantasies that left me wet and frustrated.

And standing at the center of the cameras, draped in a white wool coat that looked like a coronation robe, was Isabella. She didn't run to Julian. She didn't check for injuries. She walked straight toward me, her eyes narrowed into lethal slits. "Elara Vance," Isabella said, her voice loud enough for the reporters to catch. "I suppose we should thank you for... 'assisting' our Alpha during this unfortunate terrorist attack. Though it’s curious how trouble seems to follow you like a stray dog." She stepped closer, her scent of jasmine spiked with a sharp, aggressive note of challenge. She leaned in, her nose twitching.

Hardin cuts in. "Shut Up!" Kol yells and he flinches. "Leave her out of this," I add. "Oh, she's very much in this," Diva whispers. She pulls out a tablet from the side table and slides her fingers across the screen. "Isabella is a scholarship student, isn't she? So bright. Such a spark. It would be a tragedy if the board received anonymous tips about her... extracurricular activities. Or if her dumb family is torn up more than it already is."

She was the only person close enough to me to have also released the video from the party and this recent one; it was now clear that she and Damien had joined hands to do it. I set down my coffee cup with shaking hands. "Why would she do this? What does Isabella even want?" Belle hesitated. "I think she wants Adrian. And she thinks that if she destroys you, he'll turn to her." I laughed dryly. “But I am not in a competition with her to get Adrian. Since I called off our engagement, I’ve never tried to go back to him. I literally have an option to have Adrian reinvest in the Green Valley project but I’ve turned him down several times.”

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

“Seems we’ve found a new friend, sister.” Together, they untied Isabella—not an act of kindness, but an offering of a deal. “I don’t mind,” Isabella said quickly. “If that’s what it takes to get what I want. Thank you… for not killing me.” “And what should we call you, maid?” Belinda asked, her brow raised. “My name is Isabella.” “I see,” Martina purred. “Then listen well. From now on, you will be our eyes and ears on the inside. You’re just a weak omega, invisible, overlooked. No one will suspect you. That is your power.”

She smirked at her and walked towards her. She changed her expression to an exciting smile. "It's good to see you, Bella! I missed you!" as soon as Diara told her name. Aquam felt like a splash of cold water engulfing his body. He couldn't believe what he heard. Isabella!!! She's his ex- fiancé! His mouth opened for a second to speak, but no words came out. Monique and Benedict weren't doing well either. They already knew Bella's drastic change when Diara told them about the event that happened at the store, but still couldn't believe their own eyes. They wouldn't even recognize her if they see her somewhere else.

It was Maria. She had abandoned her professional black suit for a simple, high-collared gray dress. She looked smaller than she had in the medical wing, more fragile, but her eyes, the eyes that had watched me from the shadows of the Blackwood kitchen were wide with a frantic, uncharacteristic desperation. "Isabella," she whispered, her voice cracking. "Valencia," I corrected, my tone as cold as the marble floors beneath us. "Isabella is currently rotting in a box of dead roses on the floor of the Rossi foyer. Did you miss the feed, Maria? Or were you too busy filing intelligence reports for your boss?"

“Not me. But the Calabrians are watching. They know what happened at the cannery. They know you were there.” “They only know the detective that was there... not the one behind the facade. I don’t scare easily.” “They don’t want you scared. They want you… out.” He stared at her. “Why are you telling me this?” “Because you used to belong to us,” Isabella said. “And deep down? I think you still do.” She brushed past him, her perfume lingering like a trap. — Inside, Ava leaned close to Selena, lips barely moving. “I need you to look into her,” she said, nudging towards the lady just leaving Alex’s side. “Isabella something. Check her background, connections she has in the city, everything.”

"Her name is Isabella Millers. She lives in the poor neighborhood of Brownsville and works at a cafe called Green not far from where she lives. Isabella is an orphan. She has a friend named Darrel Jones who works at a workshop and a close colleague named Ashley Moore." Pablo explained in detail about the girl Marco desired. He revealed Bella's activity photos on the table.