Isabella Bria Lopez Novels & Stories

’ Apelles held his breath, mentioning each of his words slowly, one after the other. ‘A Luna, Her name is Isabella just disguising as Kate Freddie, she is behind the attacks 'A Luna? He asked in shock as he grabbed the arm of the sofa he was sitting on Is she real?’

To avoid further eye contact, Ellaine looked down and surprisingly found the red pouch at her feet. “By any chance, is this the pouch you’re looking for?” The woman’s face lit up, “Ah, yes! Thank you.” And with one last glance she turned around and walked towards the shop she came from. Ellaine was left entranced by the woman. She had mystic about her radiating everywhere. Her bracelet adorned with gems around twisted silver and gold caught the sunlight as the eccentric woman reached for the door. “Wait!” Something in the way the woman stared at her made Ellaine disappointed to let her go away. It was as if the woman had a full understanding of the world and found it easy to read other’s tho

"No... that is structurally impossible... she was taken off the board..." Matteo snapped his head toward his mentor. "Give me the identity, Gabriel. You know her?" Gabriel swallowed hard, his voice dropping into a horrified whisper that carried decades of secrets. "...Isabella." Lorrie’s brow furrowed, a new, toxic spike of unease hitting her stomach. "Who is Isabella?" Gabriel’s eyes remained fixed on the white silhouette. "The only high-born woman... Lorenzo Dimitri was ever legally and strategically supposed to marry."

Isabella’s POV Romeo gently turned me away from the sunlit lounge, away from the giant liar and away from the brunette who had just claimed to be his wife. My vision was completely blurred with hot, angry tears. Every single step felt like walking through wet cement. My chest was entirely consumed by a crushing, humiliating grief that I had no right to feel. I was Isabella Santiago. I belonged to Mateo. So why did leaving this room feel like I was leaving my entire world behind?

But she had to try. Sophia Rossi. The name was common enough that the search results were overwhelming. She tried adding New York, adding socialite, adding anything that might narrow the field. Nothing. She tried a different approach. Isabella's social media accounts were still active, though she hadn't posted since her arrest. Friends, family, acquaintances—Ella scrolled through them all, looking for a face she didn't recognize, a name that matched. There. A photo from two years ago. Isabella at a charity gala, her arm around a woman with dark hair and sharp features. The caption read: "With my favorite cousin, Sophia. Love you, cuz!"

"This is Isabella Domitia, right?" "Yeah, that's me," I said. "Cool! I'm Genevieve Lopez." I bit back a squeal at that. Genevieve Lopez was from a family that were like royalty in the country. The likes of her didn't mingle with the likes of Isabella Domitia. No matter how famous and wealthy the Domitia family was, they couldn't compare to the Lopez family. "As you probably know by now," Genevieve continued, "my bachelorette party is coming up in a week. I'd love it if you attended."

She's expecting. The suite is a disaster zone. Maya is currently draped over the back a couch, singing a very slow, very slurred version of a song that hasn't been on the radio in a decade. "Isabellaaa," Tina groans from the floor. "Tell the floor to stop spinning. It’s being... disrespectful." "You're just drunk." I pull up Leo's chat. Isabella: The mission is compromised. The brides associates have fallen. Send help. And Gatorade.

My eyes widen when I see a woman sitting in the middle of the office instead of Landon, as I walk closer I see: Elizabeth Paige. The woman I have learnt to hate my entire life. She was always so perfect and happy in her own world. She used to read books, always have a big smile on her face and most importantly, had Nathan’s attention. The worst part was that she was never even remotely rude, even after I bullied her, she used to avoid me but she never said anything bad about me. This used to anger me. How was she so unaware of how naturally beautiful she was, or how so many guys were crazy about her?

“Before Lorenzo moved on.” So this was her. The Isabella. I would be a fool if I hadn't searched for every single detail about Lorenzo that I could. So of course I knew about the silver eyed witch, quoting Liam. The ex. The obsessed woman. Dealing with any woman who dared come close to Lorenzo. “Nice to meet you, I don't think your name was on the list of the invitees” I said “I find that funny, that Lorenzo's "Wife"didn't invite me. But, I was invited. We all were.” She smiled, slow and predatory. “It’s tradition. And I do love tradition.”

“I can only imagine! But you’re doing great. You’re going to be a stunning bride.” “Thanks, Maria,” Isla said, her heart swelling with gratitude. “But I actually came to see you for a different reason.” “Oh? What’s up?” Maria asked, her tone shifting to one of concern. Isla took a deep breath, knowing that what she was about to say would change the tone of their conversation. “I need your help regarding Liam’s mother, Angelina. She’s missing.” Maria’s eyes widened in surprise. “Oh, so that’s why you visited me. I should have guessed,” she said, her voice filled with empathy. “What do you need from me?”