Isabella Cry

Signing out of work after a hectic day, Nora's wish was to collapse in bed and sleep her numerous worries away. She had no idea her life was about to take a sudden turn though. She got a shock when she got roughly pushed into a car by strange men and driven off to a huge mansion despite her loud yells. Prepared to cry and beg for freedom where she was kept hostage, she was stunned when a man walked into the room, accused her of being a runaway fraudulent wife and vowed never to let her leave. All her plea that she had never been married fell on deaf ears. Nora realized the truth afterward: the man had a wife who looked like her and ran from him. She wondered if she would also be able to run away or have to pay for her unknown twin's crimes.

It's my birthday, but my Alpha mate, Jackson Daveed, has a church wedding with his first love. When I question him about it, he says, "Laila's been poisoned with wolfsbane. I was just giving her a wedding per her final wishes. You think so lowly of us—can't you tell whether or not I've cheated?" He knows better than anyone that I lost my wolf after saving him—he and I no longer have the mind-link between mates. I've long since become a regular person who's worthless. I don't cry or cause a fuss. Instead, I make an appointment with a healer to have an abortion. But for some reason, Jackson, who's always scorned me, goes out of his mind as he tries to track me down.

Debby Alessandro received a sudden text from her fiancee that he had anulled their engagement. Terribly heartbroken, she ran to her bestfriend's house to cry out her sorrow but she unexpectedly saw her fiancee and her bestfriend having s*x. She felt like her heart was being butchured by an heartless murderer. Having no where else to run to, she landed in a club where she angrily and recklessly drank herself to stupor. She unexpectedly woke up naked beside a strange man. She immediately parked her stuff and left the country. She came back five years later with her handsome boy. She didn't expect for her son to get her in trouble by deflating one of the tires of a Mercedes-Maybach. How will she deal with the fact that the owner of the Mercedes-Maybach was not only her CEO but that he also has a striking resemblance with her son?

I turned a nobody from the streets into a Mafia, and I defied my papa—a man who loved me more than anything—to do it. For five years, I cast aside the honor of being a Principessa, all for the dream of a life with him. I thought the man I loved was on the verge of becoming the next Don of the Moretti family. But then my papa collapsed during his prayers in the church, suffering a massive cardiac arrest in the one place he believed was most sacred, most safe. Robin was by my side day and night, whispering encouragement. "Isabella, you have to be strong. It's the only way your papa can rest in peace." I was planning our wedding, ready to marry the man I thought I could trust with my life, when I overheard him talking to his mistress, Ava. "We finally got rid of the old bastard." "Once I marry Isabella, half the Moretti empire will be ours.." The five years I had willingly dedicated to him had been nothing more than an incubator for his twisted ambition. I wiped my tears and became the Moretti family's princess once more. I swore I would make them pay in blood. So, on the night before my wedding, I picked up my phone and dialed my brother's number. "Brother," I said. "It's time to close the net."

Isabella was set up by her stepsister when she was sixteen and about to graduate from high school. They attended a party in a club and she drank the juice her stepsister gave her after that, she woke up in bed the next day in a hotel room. The last thing she remembered was seeing the most charming and handsome young man on top of her. She got home to be scolded by her father for being a disgrace and was sent to stay with her grandparents in Nigeria. she finds out two months after coming to Nigeria that she was pregnant. She gives birth to twins and after eight years, she meets with the father of her children. Luke had been looking for her after that night but, it was like she had disappeared from the face of the earth. He tried everything possible for years only to find out after five years that she was very close to him. After meeting the daughter that was shown to him, he knew she still wasn't the one. He only found out coincidentally that the person he was looking for had been sent to Nigeria after that Night. After making up his mind, Luke went in search of her. He went to Nigeria to find her. Isabella was scared to know him. She was scared to open the past while he kept coming. He wanted to make her his. But, he never knew he had children involved.

At the celebration where Lorenzo Alvarez is crowned the new mafia boss, his men arrange a few performances. A dancer in a backless top and short skirt twists around the pole under the lights. "Don't look," he murmurs, covering my eyes with his hand. "This kind of cheap entertainment isn't worthy of you." His men jump in immediately. "Lorenzo still spoils Ms. Valenti after all these years. That kind of devotion is rare. We're so jealous." "A man as loyal and single-minded as Lorenzo is hard to find." I rest a hand on my belly, planning to tell him tonight that I am pregnant. But when I return from the restroom, I see the same man who had just held me in his arms leaning back in his chair while the dancer straddles his lap. Lorenzo slips his business card and a thick fold of cash into the waistband of her skirt. He laughs, relaxed and unbothered. "Isabella is wonderful, sure, but life needs a little passion. This ragazza is just something new. A bit of fun. "Keep your mouths shut. Don't go running to Isabella and upset her. Otherwise, you'll have a problem." Cold rushes through me. I do not approach or confront Lorenzo. I simply take out my phone and answer the email I have been avoiding for days. "I agree to participate in the confidential experiment."

She stood before the mirror, her hands trembling as she ran a brush through her hair. Her eyes were wide and fearful, a far cry from the confident and self-assured woman she had been just a few hours before. This was no ordinary betrothal – she was being forced into marriage with a man of immense wealth and power, a man she knew nothing about. She felt like a lamb being led to the slaughter. Olivia Archer woke up one morning to discover that she had been betrothed to a ruthless billionaire. She felt a mix of emotions: shock, fear, and confusion. She knew that saying no to the betrothal would have dire consequences, but saying yes seemed even more dangerous. What was she to do? The options before her seemed impossible, and yet she had to make a choice. Which path would she take?

I wouldn't call it stalking, I'm simply satisfying my curiosity. In fact I have a stronger one now..." His eyes moved down to my lips. "They look really soft." He leaned down a little. "so full," he whispered coming even closer. My breath hitched as he looked me deeply in the eyes, a little smirk on his face. I could see the wheels in his head spinning as his eyes twinkled mischievously, He was going to kiss me. Without thinking, I let out a cry and slapped him hard. Cody, the human who everyone believed was weak becoming the prince’s mate, Prince Adam, from the rare Lycan blood and royal family from the roots of the werewolf history. Adam would stop at nothing to make Cody his, but Cody is bent on escaping him.

There is a medical dispute at the hospital. A patient's family member comes at us swinging a knife. Without hesitating, I push my husband, Maxwell Conner, out of the way. But then, he grabs my hand and pulls me in front of his beloved junior, Karina Burton. The knife plunges straight into my abdomen, killing the baby I had just conceived. As my horrified colleagues cry and rush me toward the ICU, Maxwell violently pulls me off the gurney. He barks, "Save Karina first! If anything happens to her, I'll fire every last one of you!" The doctors are stunned and furious. "Maxwell, have you lost your mind? Karina only suffered a minor injury. Your wife is the one in critical condition!" Clutching my bleeding abdomen, I nod slowly. "It's fine. Just forget it." Maxwell, I owe you nothing after this.

After being sent on a wild goose chase looking for a rogue who committed crimes against young she wolves and his mate Isabella, the only woman he’d ever had eyes set on. Beta Brandon went rogue to be able to bring the real culprit into the hands of the werewolf counsel. Would he be able to do it? Would he be able to be the Alpha he’s destined to be ? And if given a second chance with his mate would he be able to help her be herself again? And most of all would there love last ?