Isabella Cries Novels & Stories

She turned her gaze toward Olivia and Sebastian, seeking their understanding. Olivia blinked back tears, her heart aching for Isabella, recognizing the devastation etched into her friend’s expression. It was as if the very ground had shifted beneath Isabella’s feet, tossing her world into chaos. Sebastian cleared his throat, stepping closer, his voice a low tremor laced with authority. “You should have told her. Sooner. No one deserves to find out like this.” Isabella shook her head slowly, the weight of betrayal pulling her back one agonizing step at a time. The suffocating anger and sorrow coiled tightly in her chest, evident in her trembling lower lip and the tears pooling in her wide eye

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for my question to come off in the wrong way. Please, don't cry." Isabella's tears continued to flow as I stood there, not knowing what to do. My hand was still on her shoulder, and I could feel her trembling beneath my touch. Was the alcohol kicking in or was something indeed wrong? "No, it's okay," Isabella said, sniffling and reaching for a handkerchief in her purse. "I just needed to let it all out, to cry." She wiped her nose, her shoulders still shaking from the force of her sobs.

“Do I… know you from somewhere?” The knife of those words cut Isabella’s soul in two. Her knees weakened, and she staggered back. A strangled cry escaped her lips before she turned and rushed out of the room, sobbing uncontrollably. The sound of her grief echoed down the hallway, chilling everyone who heard it.

The second his fingers brushed the thin fabric of her underwear, she froze, and everything changed. "No… no, no, no," Isabella whispered, her voice quivering as her hands pressed against his chest, trying to push him away. She was trembling, her breaths coming in shallow gasps, and Logan could feel the shift in the air. The panic rising in her like a wave.

“Oh, honey, what happened. Are you okay, did they hurt you? I’m so sorry I couldn’t hear you. Isabella. Oh my god, this is bad. This is bad. Honey, you’re crying. I’ll kill everyone who planned this. Isabella. Javier must come home immediately. “Teresa’s mouth was going a mile a minute. I looked at her. I must look so weak. I was supposed to be the strong one because I was the oldest. She looks up to me. Look at me now. She stopped her rambling and looked at me. “Isabella. I’m so sorry this happened to you. This is weird, normally you’re the one trying to help me put myself back together. I don’t really know how to do this. How do you always know how to make me feel better?” She sighed. She

the maid said gently before leaving the room. And for the first time that night, Isabella was alone. Truly alone. She stepped toward the mirror. And froze. Her reflection stared back at her. Eyes red. Makeup ruined. Hair disheveled. A girl she barely recognized. Isabella's lips trembled slightly. Tears welled up again. But this time, she didn’t fight them. She let them fall. Quietly. As everything she had been holding in finally surfaced. The pain. The shame.

The agonizing pain in my abdomen meant every breath tasted like blood. "I didn't." I managed to squeeze out the three words with great difficulty. Lucas glanced at me, hesitation flickering in his eyes. "Isabella, are you sure there isn't a misunderstanding? Emily has a temper, but she would never collude with rogues. She's not that kind of person." Isabella immediately started wailing. "I'm not lying! I have proof!" She pulled out the phone she had prepared earlier and hit play. "When the bad wolves came, I tried to call you for help, but I accidentally hit record..."

It was Maria. She had abandoned her professional black suit for a simple, high-collared gray dress. She looked smaller than she had in the medical wing, more fragile, but her eyes, the eyes that had watched me from the shadows of the Blackwood kitchen were wide with a frantic, uncharacteristic desperation. "Isabella," she whispered, her voice cracking. "Valencia," I corrected, my tone as cold as the marble floors beneath us. "Isabella is currently rotting in a box of dead roses on the floor of the Rossi foyer. Did you miss the feed, Maria? Or were you too busy filing intelligence reports for your boss?"

No matter how much I fought, I couldn't break free. When I came to, I heard a familiar voice. "Welcome home, Isabella Moretti." I struggled to lift my head and saw the sneering face of a stranger, and next to him, Liliana. Seeing me struggle on the ground like a wounded animal, she let out a manic laugh. "Look at you now, Princess Isabella! The noble Moretti blood, crawling on the ground like a bitch! How does it feel? Thrilling?" I trembled, looking at the scene before me. "What do you want? Who are these men?"

It was better if I didn't give my real name. “Let’s dance!” he called, gesturing for me to join him. I shook my head playfully. “You’ll have to keep up!” I challenged, the thrill rushing through me. *** Back in the house, Ciel paced nervously. “Where could she have gone?” he muttered, looking around. “She should be safe inside.” After a few minutes, he received a call from the guard he had sent. “Sir, we’ve located Isabella . She’s at a club called Pavea,” the guard reported.