Isabella Bria Lopez Novels & Stories

I stared, uncomprehending. Isabella Lopez came from old Sicilian aristocracy. The family fortune had dwindled before she married Matteo’s father, a ruthless but street-smart upstart. She never let anyone forget her bloodline. She had viewed me, a nobody, as a parasite waiting to drain her son’s future empire. “I can’t accept that.” “It’s not pity.” She pressed the check into my hand. Her grip was surprisingly strong. “It’s a debt. Paid.” I was speechless.

Isabella Sean: Standing at about 5"9 feet with long flowing dark hair and deep brown eyes, she exudes an aura of elegance and sophistication. Isabella is the lady betrothed to Lucas Blackwood due to familial arrangements. Unlike Lucas, she wholeheartedly fell for Lucas and loves him very much and as such is enraged at Roseline's sudden entrance into the Frey. She makes several attempts to erase and send Roseline out of the picture through sending spies like Kyle and using Lillian's connections, genuinely praying for Lucas to one day see her in a loving light.

“She wanted to get me something. I was a mess.” I can't agree with that. I looked at my sister's eyes. “Are you sure?” “We talked about the people we lost. She talked about her daughter —- “Daughter?” “Yes and I told her about mum and she wanted to know more about you.” Me. Cold sweat broke on my forehead. I blinked hard. Hold on, Isabella has a daughter that is dead. There is no record of that. Lorenzo and Julio are her sons. Could she be making it up?

Isabella patted Masha’s shoulder and smiled, “Go practice the basics. Ignore the barking dogs; don’t let it bother you.” Masha smiled back, “Yes. Isabella, I hope to learn more from you about acting in the future. Don’t mind if I become a bother.” Isabella raised her eyebrows and beamed, “Sure, let’s learn together from now on.” After a day of intense training, Isabella was exhausted and ready to head home. As she left Knight Group, she reached a crossroad and saw a large crowd of people surrounding her. One of the leaders in the crowd spoke up, “She’s Isabella Rivera. She’s the one who schemed to steal the spotlight from Cynthia.”

He wasn't difficult to love; all she needed was a little more time. Isabel Gomez, a sexy and gorgeous lady, was there. Maxine’s best friend, Leo, claimed her as his angel since the day he saw her. Isabel was a school teacher, she was known to be Heather’s instructor. She always came to teach Heather in their house where Leo met her.

he explained. "So Derrick doesn't know," Derry said. "No, he doesn't. Isabel is a CID, but now she is in love with Derrick and she will come clean after our operation. She is a strong woman; she can handle rejection if things don't go well," Luis said raising his shoulders and he turned to face his machines. "I am sure by now Derrick, wait let me show you," Luis said and moved to one of the machines. "This is an invasion of privacy but I have to test my butterflies," Luis said smiling. "but I need you to pretend you didn't know," he added and he brought up a screen and Derrick could be seen lying on his bed hugging a lady's dress.

He nodded toward the baby. The woman stepped forward, her soft brown eyes meeting Isabella’s. “Hello, Isabella. My name is Sofia Dela Cruz, you can call me Sofia for short . I’ll be looking after your little one and helping you around the house. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Isabella blinked slowly, it was obvious she was confused. “Looking after… me?” she asked, shifting the baby slightly in her arms. “Mostly him,” Sofia said, smiling wildly and nodding toward the baby.

Needed to be near her in ways that had nothing to do with contracts or protection or business arrangements. I packed up my laptop and headed home. The penthouse was quiet when I walked in. Maria had left a note saying she'd taken Rosie to the park. Isla was somewhere in the apartment. I found her in her bedroom with the door open. She was standing in front of the full-length mirror practicing what she'd say at the press conference. Speaking aloud to her own reflection. I stood in the doorway watching without announcing myself. “My name is Isla Brennan,” she said, her voice clear and steady. “For most of my life I've been silent. Not by choice but by trauma. Today I'm using my voice to tell t

The ironic thing was that they didn't get along in real life, but they were going to play a sisterly role this afternoon. In the play, Isabella played the role which was Susan's scheming girlfriend, Lola Salazar. She made friends with Susan only because she was the mayor's daughter. She was secretly in love with the lead actor Hank Atkins. She framed Susan. It was a sleazy character role, and that was one of the reasons why Isabella didn't want to play this role.

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**