Isabella Crow Novels & Stories

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.

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?"

“Yes, al-“ Xavi wasn’t able to complete his sentence as he was suddenly stabbed from behind. Isabel stared wide eyed at her beta’s chest where he was stabbed. Her eyes turned red and she started quivering with anger. Isabel grabbed the unfortunate rogue by his throat, lifting him off the ground while breaking his fingers as he tried to claw at her. “No one touches my family!” She said in a deep voice, ripping his head from his body. “Get everyone to fall back!” She yelled, fighting with her beast as her anger escalated into blood lust. The sound of Isabel’s bones cracking alerted Xavi. Her beast was fighting to be in complete control.

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**

Isabella marched forward. I rose slowly. She reached the table, her hand moving to Eva. "Come, baby," she said, voice tight but calm, fingers wrapping around Eva's arm. Eva looked up at me, then at her mom. Confused. Unsure. I didn’t let go. My hand stayed on hers. People gasped. Phones recorded. Xavier stepped closer behind Isabella. Caroline backed away, stunned and silent. Isabella turned to me, her eyes burning, voice low but dangerous.

From the floor, Isabella rushed toward me, crying as she wailed before the assembly. "It's Elena! She's jealous that I could become Luna, so she's deliberately slandering us! She can never stand to see me happy! Now that Liam is dead, she wants to destroy my happiness too!" Alpha Arthur turned to me, his expression grave. "Elena, I understand you have grievances, but you should not speak such words on this important day. Isabella is of the Silver Creek bloodline, and Jacob is the Alpha heir I appointed. How could they be impostors?"

Damian asked glaring at her "Because isabella told her like that, isabella told her that you and she were together and you loved her, not Arabella... She believed isabella because she never thought beyond that. She thought that she was only a substitute for isabella, that no one loves her and that we only care for isabella... This is what happens when you snatch someone's identity from them..." Stella stated making damian grab his hair frustratingly. "What the hell is going on. What did isabella do now..." Vincent growled. "Isabella is trying to kill rose I mean Arabella... I don't know why but she is constantly attacking rose..." Damian said and Vincent gritted his jaw angrily. "And your lo

Gabriel and Jack stood near me within minutes, Jack eyed me with suspicion and Gabriel stood in front of me as if he was trying to block my view. I heard the clocking of heels as Isabella made her way over to me, she’s wearing a long spaghetti strap midnight blue dress with little sparkles all over I’m the fabric, her hair was curled up in a bun and little strands dropped to the side of her face, a pair of earrings and a simple necklace had her looking absolutely mesmerizing. “Are you ok?” “I’m fine now that you're here.” I pulled her to my lap and placed my head between her neck as my hands held her waist tightly. Jack and Gabriel were about to riot when a voice called out to me.

“It’s time we began to initiate plans of finally bringing down Robert and the Mondragons. he spewed, I want to ruin him. Publicly and personally.” My breath hitched in my throat. As I stared at him, unable to speak. The audacity of it, the sheer venom in his words, was staggering. Dante leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “And you, Isabella, are the key to everything like I mentioned before. Not because of who you were, no....but because of who you’ve become.” He paused, letting his words sink in. “Robert thinks you’re dead. That’s your power. You can walk through his world like a ghost....and ghosts don’t play fair.”