Isabella Bello Novels & Stories

and then Gabriel looks at me. I clear my throat and move a step toward her, holding my hand for a handshake. "Hello Belle, I'm Isabella Montenegro. Gabriel's new executive assistant." I give her my professional smile. Hate or not, I still have to work professionally with her. That's how it works.

She went over to the velvet oversized armchair in the room and sat and folded her hands between her legs. Isabella went to stand by her. “You don’t have to think much about it. I know it’s a lot to process right now, so I think I should just leave you to it,” she said as she began walking towards the door. “I will be back later.” “Wait…!” Aleesaa called out to her. Isabella turned around to look at Alessa with curiosity in her eyes. “Am I really Vittorio Morreti’s daughter?” Alessa asked with genuine concern in her eyes. “If this is true, then why did I have to grow up with Carlo?” Isabella's face was filled with a pitiful expression. “Mio angelo, tesoro, so che la tua testa è piena di doman

I lied, I just didn't want to get involved James gasped. "What are you waiting for sir? Call them back!" I rolled my eyes. "No. I’m not paying billions of dollars for her. For all we know, this might just be Camilla trying to rip me off and get money." James threw his hands up in frustration. Before he could argue further, the door opened, and Isabella stepped inside, wearing a red strapless gown that showed her beautiful breasts with her nipples poking out. We both looked at each and fell silent, momentarily distracted by her beauty.

He hardly seems to have noticed her. "Good morning." "Bella! Bella, love, thank you for coming, I'm going crazy here! Do you know where the project to take to the publishing convention is? This girl and I have been trying to find it! Sorry, what did you say your name was?" "Dulce, sir." "Bella, Miss Dulce from the projects department. Dulce, my wife Isabella." "Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Isabella," she says smiling, only with her lips, while her eyes drip with hatred.

Helena yelled. Isabel fell on the floor, pain shot through her knees but she ignored it as her eyes were on something else. A pair of red heels came to her vision. “Ciao, Isabel Ruiz. Finally, we met again,” a sharp voice said and Isabel froze as she raised her head and her eyes fixed on none other than the woman who hated her to the core. GINA MORETTI!

The next day. Isabella was awakened by a burst of phone ringing. In a daze, she fumbled to slide the answer key. "Bella, I was wrong and stupid. Can you forgive me?" Hearing Bruno's voice, Isabella instantly sobered up, immediately flaring up in anger. "I told you, you're not worthy to call me Bella!" Isabella was speechless. She must have been blind in the past. How did she not find that this bastard was such a good actor? Well, it made sense. If he wasn't a good actor, how could he have deceived her for so many years?

But Elena had been quicker than she anticipated, and now Isabella was left feeling humiliated and vulnerable. Isabella had been overjoyed earlier in the day when Elizabeth had invited her to the Niki restaurant. However, her excitement quickly turned to rage when she spotted Elena making her way towards the entrance. Isabella had planned to confront Elena and physically harm her, but before she could even approach her, Elena had spilled wine all over her. Now, Isabella was left with no choice but to play the victim and seek comfort from Elizabeth, who seemed to be buying her story.

The way he said ladies made me cringe like we were something other than ladies. “Teresa Montés and Isabella Valéz.” Chino responded. “These wouldn’t be my brother’s daughters, would they? “They are.” “So, you escaped Zamora. “ “Yes,” I said. “You must be Isabella. The older one, right? “He looked me up and down. “Hmmm.” He walked over to Teresa, she looked at me nervously. She is only 19. Barely even legal in the United States. He touched her shoulder, she jumped. “It’s no reason to be afraid.” He rubbed her shoulders.

Ivy began reading the captions to understand the photos even more. “Last night was a fever dream. Thanks to my team who helped me turn my vision to reality. I hope everyone had fun! Xoxo, Bell.” “Hmmm,” she mused as she read the caption. “So she's like a curator of some sort?” The more she scrolled, the more of Isabella herself she started to see. Isabella having breakfast at rooftop buildings. Isabella posing with animals, and sand on the beach. Isabella in the midst of children, as they all hugged her. Isabella on billboard, with the world's hottest men beside her.

My identity was the only thing I had left. “I—“ I didn’t have the words, and I couldn’t form a sentence; I only stared at him as if he had grown two horns. Kill Isabella Monroe, the woman who was betrayed, the woman who trusted too easily, the woman who lost everything because she was too blinded to see the truth. Those were the words that rang in my head. "Do you think you're strong enough for that?" he asked, his voice quieter now. "You're falling apart over your face, Isabella . What makes you think you can get revenge when you're losing your mind over a scar?"