Isabella Bello Mga Nobela at Kwento

#Bella's P. O. V He f*cking thinks he owns me doesn't he know who I am, I'm Isabella Rose Dante nobody f*cking owns me. I won't deny I was flirting with Fernandez but only because I was trying to get him a little jealous. I walk out the company in absolute fury, Some of the workers looking at me weirdly The moment I'm out in the cool air outside I grab my phone and call the only person that can help.

Without it, even these seven years wouldn't officially be over. As I walked out of the law firm, I ran into Aido at the end of the corridor. He wore a black suit today, the collar pressed perfectly straight, silver-gray cufflinks fastening his sleeves. Standing beside him was Isabella Bellucci, the Principessa of the Bellucci family, the woman everyone now assumed would be the future Madre. She held his arm, her high heels clicking against the marble with a light, steady rhythm. She was beautiful. When she raised her hand, the diamond bracelet at her wrist caught the light with an expensive gleam. She belonged to this estate, these banquets, these social scenes in a way that seemed natural,

Inside, no one could contain it. “She’s alive!” “That’s Isabella!” “I thought she was dead!” “Oh my God!” The judge shouted for order so many times the words lost meaning. Isabella turned toward me first. There was guilt in her expression, but also gratitude, then she faced the room. “My name is Isabella,” she said clearly. “And I disappeared because Ignacio Estaban, and Mayor Eduardo tried to have me silenced.” Silence slammed into the room so hard it rang. “She’s insane!” Ignacio leapt up.

When the video ended, I said calmly, “This is only the beginning.” I looked toward Silas. He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and began passing documents to every family member. “Isabella Rossi, birth name Bella Camerota. Two years ago, she was expelled from the family for selling our weapons route, resulting in the deaths of three soldati.” Silas’ voice didn’t waver. “She forged a new identity and seduced Boss Theo Moretti to take revenge on the Lucas family.” “No!” Theo roared. “She’s pregnant! She loves me—”

She didn’t belong, nothing, absolutely nothing belonged to her but it hurts,if Isabella never came back then she would have had a place she called home even if Matteo doesn't know she's not his real daughter yet, he'll eventually find out and she'll be thrown out like trash but she doesn't want to give up without a fight. Her lips trembled with anger as she whispered, “You took everything from me, Isabella. The name, the power, the respect… everything.” She took a deep breath and straightened up, her eyes turning cold again. “But not for long.” She walked back to her desk and took out a small notepad. In clean handwriting, she began to list everything she needed for her plan: Wine glass The

"I saw someone who would fight. Someone who understood that this life isn't about glory or power—it's about survival. But there's more." "There's always more with you." "Isabella." He said her name like a curse. "Your sister. She's been working with the Bianchis for three years. Not as a bride. As a negotiator." The floor tilted. "That's not possible. Isabella despises this life. She told father she'd enter a convent—" "A convent, no. A penthouse in Milan paid for by Bianchi money, yes. She's been negotiating behind your father's back. Using his name. His contacts. Building her own network."

She yelped and I quickly scanned around the cafe with my eyes in the hope of no one paying attention to us and thankfully, no one did. " The funny part is we are living together, and you still have no idea of who he is" She added and I chuckled because I found her funny. " Well," I began. " I am staying with you and have not learned a bit of Italian" I reminded her and she nodded. Yeah. Isabella was Italian. Isabella "Bella" Santiago. Bella for short. " Still you are supposed to know who Grey Cooper is" She whined. " I talk about him almost every time" She added and I searched my brain for any sign of familiarity with the name but nope, it was still blank.

They stood in comfortable silence, two people who'd found each other in the worst circumstances and built something beautiful from the wreckage. Isabella thought about her parents. About Victor. About Vincent. About all the people who'd shaped her journey. Some through love. Some through cruelty. All of them part of the story that had led her here. She was Isabella Moretti Blackwell. Daughter of Lorenzo and Maria. Wife of Damien. Sister to Christopher. Director of the Moretti Fund. Builder of systems that helped instead of hurt. That was enough. More than enough. It was everything. --- **Final Scene**

Isabella! My body reacted before my mind caught up. I was in her room in seconds, shoving open the door without a second thought And looked around frantically, what I saw made my heart stop. Isabella was collapsed on the shower floor, naked, soaking wet, and trembling violently. Tears streamed down her face as she gripped her head, her entire body was convulsing. “L-Luca,” she sobbed, eyes wide with pain. “M-Make it stop!”

“Yes, al-“ Xavi wasn’t able to complete his sentence as he was suddenly stabbed from behind. Isabel stared wide eyed at her beta’s chest where he was stabbed. Her eyes turned red and she started quivering with anger. Isabel grabbed the unfortunate rogue by his throat, lifting him off the ground while breaking his fingers as he tried to claw at her. “No one touches my family!” She said in a deep voice, ripping his head from his body. “Get everyone to fall back!” She yelled, fighting with her beast as her anger escalated into blood lust. The sound of Isabel’s bones cracking alerted Xavi. Her beast was fighting to be in complete control.