Isabella Bria Lopez Novels & Stories

Liam POV ​My heart stops. I look from the girl on the porch to the woman by the fire. They are identical. The same tilt of the head. The same sapphire eyes. Even the way they breathe matches. ​My finger rests on the trigger of my Glock. I do not move. ​"Liam, don't," the girl on the porch says. Her voice has that same sharp, analytical edge. "I am Isabella. That woman in the blanket is a plant. My mother had her conditioned for years to replace me."

Isabella confronted me before Luca could decide whether to protect me from the truth or let me stand inside it. She had arrived as Marisol Vega. That was the name she gave the lobby, the cameras, and the security team. But the file Brian had pulled in the frantic minutes after her arrival showed another name hidden under old school records, sealed estate notes, and a birth certificate no one had been meant to find easily. Isabella D’Caputo. Don’s daughter. She waited until Brian stepped away to secure the conference room and Luca turned to give a low instruction to one of his guards. Then she moved.

Without saying a word, he slid a photograph across the table. It was recent. Taken only days earlier. A woman stepped out of a black sedan wearing oversized sunglasses and a cream-colored coat. Elegant. Confident. Beautiful. She looked to be in her early thirties. Dark hair. Sharp eyes. There was something strangely familiar about her. Michael broke the silence. "Her name is Isabella Salazar." The room seemed to tilt. "Victor Salazar's daughter?" He nodded slowly. "Everyone believed she died eight years ago."

But the power dynamic had shifted completely. “Sit,” she commanded, gesturing to the same chairs we'd occupied during her previous attempt at intimidation. “We'll stand,” Killian replied. “Suit yourself.” Eleanor settled into her throne-like chair with theatrical grace. “Now, what's this about?” “Isabella Martinez.” Eleanor's expression didn't change, but something flickered behind her eyes. “I'm afraid I don't know anyone by that name.” “Maria Santos, then. Professional actress from Barcelona.” “Still not ringing any bells.”

👀👀👀] EM: [? TESSA: [wait is this a vacation or a drama???] Isabella, of course, is the fastest. ISABELLA: [why am i only hearing about this NOW] ISABELLA: [you get kidnapped in santorini and now you’re flying to LA like a telenovela star] ISABELLA: [DO YOU PLAN ON ALMOST DYING IN EVERY PRETTY CITY IN THE WORLD?] I type while yawning. KR: [official reason: abuelo’s birthday. unofficial reason: watching bretta fight with maternity dresses and mama]

ISABELLA'S POV. “Hello ladies,” Alex greeted politely. Brianna’s hand immediately shot out. “Hello yourself,” she said as she lightly brushed her shiny blonde hair over her shoulders. My eyes widened slightly at her performance, and I cocked my head. Alex smiled at her, his smile almost blinding as he took the hand she offered. “I’m Alex,” he said. “I’m Brianna Curtis. I’m sure you’re already familiar with Isabella.” “Brianna!” I called, gesturing that it was time to go.

Liam blurts out with an annoyed tone and finishing his sixth full glass of whiskey, "What happened to just getting down on one knee? Why the fuck do you have to make a whole show of it?" "Because Isabela wants it," Isaim says, I just nod, "She's going to be Luna and she obviously wants a big production of the moment. She wants everyone to know what's going on." "Such a princess, good luck with that," Liam rolls his eyes again. "Are you jealous or something?" I ask, unable to just ignore him now that I'm drunk too. Liam instantly sits up straight to frown at me. The energy shifts around the room, "Are you sad because you married some random whore and then she left you for dead in the middle o

This marriage is nothing but a loveless chain, and that is how she plans to treat it from now on. ••••••••••••••••••••••• BRIARWOOD SCHOOL *** "Vote for Valeria Ruiz, the new school president!" Isabella stepped into the school premises with the news everywhere. Valeria's face was on posters all around, with her team convincing people to vote for her. Isabella immediately walked to the voting poll. She saw Valeria's name with some other girl and guy, but hers was nowhere to be found. She immediately rushed to the principal's office.

Maya stammered, barely able to speak. “Oh, he can,” Isabella said softly, with a dangerous calm. “And he will. After all, I’m his wife. His Luna. The one who’ll give him an heir. And you…” She let out a low chuckle and looked Maya up and down, enjoying every second of it as Maya shrank back in fear. “You’re just the other woman… a mistress. Nothing more. No value. No importance. Just a makeshift.” Maya’s face turned frighteningly red with anger. She clenched her teeth and stomped her feet.

After taking a warm shower , I picked my blue suit , it always had the good luck charm attached, I effortlessly knotted my tie and picked my briefcase, heading downstairs I was welcomed with a conscience awakening aroma , I was almost used to this , mary never seized to surprise me , opening the plat way my e's scrambled eggs tasted, my eyes unconsciously closed to savour the sweetness, it is extremely delicious. I heard footsteps in the kitchen , that should be joan or mary tidying up the place , I concluded. I saw the entering figure of a younger woman with Jean bum shorts and a shoulder length Polo, it was isabella. "Good morning" she greeted smiling like a tutor whose student made proud