Isabella Bello Novels & Stories

Isabella says, deftly wiping her lipstick from the edge of her glass with a trained thumb, "is why I'm here." "Who is he?" She gives me a pitying look. "Why do you think Gabe and Tommas are here, too?" she asks. I'm afraid to answer at this point. "For... Rosalia?" Isabella makes a noise of disgust. "You really do live in a fairytale, don't you?" she demands as the skin on my neck grows hot and indignant. If there wasn't a table between us, she might smack me upside the head. "They're here because he's here."

said Isabella. Alexandro remained silent. "She was my biggest mistake," said Isabella. Alexandro clenched his fists. His fingers turned white, the veins in his hands tensed. His chest rose and fell, holding back the anger that had been boiling all along, but he remained silent, still restraining himself. Isabella kept talking. Unaware of the storm growing right in front of her eyes. "Don't call me Isabella. Isabella died more than ten years ago. Since I left Italy. Since I decided never to return. My name now is Bianca. Bianca Fontana."

Isabella said as the lady was helping her into a rope. She was placed to sit in front of a mirror as she returned to the room. "Why are you doing this?" Isabella asked the lady as she took up a brush. The lady brushes her blonde hair that stretches below her waist. "You have beautiful hair," she said. Isabella, not getting a response to her question, again pleaded with her to let her go. "You belong here with your alpha mate," the lady responded and kept on brushing her hair. Hit by the revelation, Isabella exclaimed, "I already have a mate, a beta. Please tell your alpha that he may let me go."

she shrieked, lunging for the control booth, but it was too late. She crumpled to the floor, shaking. "Lorenzo... it's not real... Isabella set me up..." I just stood there, frozen. Then I felt my phone buzz. A text. From Isabella. "Lorenzo, this is goodbye. Thank you for showing me what true love isn't. The tape is my gift to you both. May you and Juliana live happily ever after. —Isabella"

"You should have seen his face when he saw those photos. Absolutely murderous." "Why? Why go through all this trouble?" "Because breaking you is more fun than just killing you." Isabella moved closer. "I want you to lose everything. Your freedom. Luca's trust. Your dignity. I want you to be completely destroyed before I finally put you out of your misery." "You're insane." "I'm thorough." She examined her nails. "Did you really think you could fight me? That you could throw champagne in my face and not face consequences? I'm Isabella Russo. I always win."

Marco curiously asked. "She said, you both know her. Her name is Isabella de Guia." *** ISABELLA was already walking toward them before they could even enter the living room. She overheard one of the staff members attempting to stop her, but she insisted that she knew them. Isabella was dressed in a white summer dress that exposed her back and had a plunging neckline. She smiled at them and took off her glasses. "Elena! Marco!" she exclaimed, happily, and gave them a hug. "I am so glad to see you guys!"

She said when her sixth sense picked up the curiosity in Isabella. " Oh really? welcome. I'm Isabella, Hayden's wife " " Everyone in doubt world knows who you are, the heiress of MT site " The woman smile at Isabella and she returns the smile then she look around in search of Hayden. Her eyes caught Hella from behind her mother, smiling in delight Isabella signals the girl to come forward. " I'm Hella " The girl says softly. Isabella didn't have the grace to reply her because Hayden voice was heard at that moment.

A beauty like hers was impossible to ignore—a Latina goddess with deep bronze skin, long dark waves tumbling over a white silk blouse that clung to her curves, revealing a navel piercing and an hourglass figure. She approached Venom with effortless and seductive hip movement. Venom slowly pulled off her shades, raking her dark eyes over Isabella from head to toe before dropping her cigar and crushing it under her boot. "Isabella," Venom said, a small grin forming. "Damn… wasn’t expecting to see you here." Isabella smiled back. "Well, I just got into the city this morning. And I heard Zayne’s back." Her accent was so sexy and smooth. Venom tilted her head slightly, studying her.

"Conference meetings, interviews—drinking at night with girls, hosting models in your office when you get a rare free moment, meeting with producers, scheduling business trips, hiring and firing employees…" "Enough," I cut him off, waving a hand. "I get it. I’m busy." Noah shrugged, holding back a smirk. "Well, she seems like a nice woman," He said, nodding slightly as he adjusted his iPad. "She volunteers at orphanages downtown and honestly, she’s beautiful." I raised a brow. He wasn’t wrong. "Her name is Isabella Knight, though she goes by Bella. She’s twenty-one and dreams of becoming a full-time chef. She has an older sister, Jean, who’s a model." He explained, tapping his iPad.

she said. Rose blinked, momentarily disarmed. Compliments? She can't remember the last time she received one. The woman tilted her head, as if realizing she’d skipped a step. “Pardon my manners. I am Isabella. Most people call me Bella. I am Dante’s younger sister.”