روايات وقصص ضمن Isabella Bria Lopez

We walked to the club entrance and were stopped by a guy who looked a bit older than us. “ids please?” I didn’t have my id and I knew the club was for 21 and above so it would have been useless. Olivia smirked “excuse me? I’m Olivia Lopez and this is Camila Santiago” the guy’s eyes widened and he apologized profuse. He quickly let us in.

“We are performing two surgeries at the same time! Can you make it until 9:20?! Feeling dizzy, I still managed to stand up and do my routine while talking on the phone. “Just make it stable, I am coming.” As I start driving, realizations strike me. Maybe, I was really born to steal someone’s property, as my name. STELLA, STEAL. I am Stella Louisse Ocampo, a cardiothoracic surgeon. Funny, how I can literally stitch others heart when I cannot even fix my own.

He had chosen his two offerings carefully. Isabela, 29, a fiery local Carnival dancer with golden-brown skin, long dark curls, and a body built for sin — full, heavy breasts, narrow waist, and a round, juicy ass. And Camila, 24, her younger cousin — petite, smooth-skinned, with perky breasts and a tight, innocent-looking body that hid a very dirty mind.

My clothes stuck to my body, my entire frame trembling from the cold. Almost there. I encouraged myself as the house gate finally came into view. I’m Isabella Santos. Just a simple girl from the countryside who somehow caught the attention of the almighty Xavier Gustavo…the heir to Gustavo Group Limited, the wealthiest and most powerful family in California. Or should I say... unlucky? Sigh. Xavier met me at the coffee shop where I worked and confessed his love. It felt like a dream come true. I had always crushed on him, and now, I'm engaged to him.

She looked at Isabella with an appraising eye, her lips curling into a smile that didn’t quite reach her cold eyes. Isabella stiffened. “Who are you?” The woman extended a hand, her nails painted a perfect shade of red. “I’m Lia. I work for Mr. DiCarlo.” She didn’t wait for Isabella to offer her hand. Instead, she leaned against the doorframe with a casualness that made Isabella uneasy. “DiCarlo?” Isabella repeated, her heart thumping. Her throat was suddenly dry. “Don’t look so surprised,” Lia said with a laugh. “He’s a man of many interests. And while he’s occupied with other matters, I’m here to... make sure everything goes according to plan.”

“There’s no logical reason why your sister insists on giving me a heart attack. This is why she’s terror.” We turn the corner and find a woman with dark blonde hair in a sleek bob, She sounded annoyed but also like she was used to the chaos. Mom approaches her. “Hi, is there something we can help you with?” “No, not really..I’m just looking for my eldest. The moment we walked in, she ran off.” She smiles politely. “Isabella Castillo.” “Oh! Your husband’s Luke, right? Ronan’s consigliere. I’m Lia Salvatore. Nice to finally meet you..... You don’t come to many of the events I host, you're a tough woman to meet.”

Isabella stepped forward, her voice calm but steady. “I’m Isabella Laurent, and yes, I am the daughter of Helena Laurent, a whistleblower and former scientist involved in the Lazarus Initiative. My mother was silenced for uncovering illegal experimentation linked to an operation embedded within this very industry.” Murmurs rippled. “I didn’t know any of this until recently,” she continued, lifting her chin, “and even now, I’m still discovering the depth of it. But I’m not here to hide behind the past. I’m here to confront it.”

And now, Liam stood on that screen, holding his own son, promising to protect his family. "You promised too, Henry," Isabella said to the screen. Her voice was raspy. "You promised me the world." She looked at her reflection in the darkened glass of the window. It overlaid the image of Liam, creating a double exposure. Her eyes, lined with age and bitterness, stared back from his face. She wasn't twenty-two anymore. She wasn't the wild girl who waited in Paris. She was Isabella Voss. She owned shipping lines. She owned media conglomerates. She owned senators.

He tried to get on to his feet, wincing in pain as he did so. Isabelle did not appear to be fazed by this new turn of events. Her face twisted into a sneer. “So, Oswald, do you want to show me what you’re made of?” David stepped inside. “What have you done to her?” “Isabelle has become a member of the Brethren!” Belinda was aware of movement behind her and she twisted round to see the bar emptying through the back door with the entrance of David Oswald. Isabelle seemed to notice this too and she laughed. “They might be scared of you, Oswald, but I’m not!”

Leonardo was curious who's that person. "May I know who's the woman?" The medical director nodded, but then suddenly turned into the side of the cashier and pointed one of the woman here. "Oh, there she is. She's Ms. Isabella Flores. I think she's connected to Elijah Grayson's company, and she's also the ex-wife of Mateo Villanueva. By the way, I need to go Leonardo, I still need to fix some important things. Excuse me." Leonardo just nodded. He was surprised to see that it's really Isabella who did pay the bills for her child's operation. It's her, the one they kidnapped and make suffer for years.