Isabella Dxd

Akibat dari sebuah kesepakatan, Dhea Isabella berakhir memiliki hubungan mengerikan dengan bos di tempatnya bekerja. Pangeran Aksa Rajadhiraja ialah iblis berkedok presiden direktur yang dikenal sebagai orang gila karena sifat workaholic-nya. Dia tampan, kaya raya juga cerdas, karakter yang sempurna bak pemeran utama pria dalam kisah-kisah romansa. Namun bagi Bella, seorang Aksa tidak lebih dari iblis yang datang ke dunia untuk mencobai hidupnya. Copyright © 2023

Isabella is a young devoted maid in the Montego household. Dominic Montego is next in line to take over the family business, until, his attraction to the young maid takes him off the rails from his role, and ends any shred of passion he might have had for the innocent maid. Five years later, they reconnect under very different circumstances. But can they trust each other again to rekindle any flames of passion that they might still have? And if they do, can such fragile love survive in the dangerous mafia world?

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."

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."

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.

“Help me fake my death and arrange a completely new identity.” “Donna,” the man was clearly shocked. “Why? The Don dotes on you. The whole of Sicily knows—” “That’s none of your business,” I interrupted him. “I’m leaving in five days.” Walking out of the black market, the LED screen in the square was still showing footage of my lavish wedding with Don Alexander three years ago, a ceremony that cost over $500 million. Everyone thought Don Alexander loved me deeply, and I thought so too. Until this afternoon, on our third wedding anniversary, I returned to Sicily early, hiding in the lounge of my husband—Don Alexander’s—office, wanting to surprise him. Instead, I saw his secretary hiding under his desk. While the underboss Marco was reporting the losses from the dock smuggling operation, Isabella was kneeling between Alexander’s legs, skillfully unbuttoning his trousers. Her head bobbed up and down. After Marco left, Isabella smiled seductively. “Could your Donna serve you like this during a meeting?” Alexander’s voice was filled with desire. His hands kneaded her breasts. “Sophia is too conventional, too boring. You’re much more exciting in bed, you little slut.” I covered my mouth, completely devastated. But when I actually left, the Don, who had found me boring, was the one who completely broke down.

"Why did you put me through that?" I asked, taking a moment to delve into his intense gaze. "Do you really despise me that much?" Dimitri hissed, his voice sharp like a knife. "Isabelle, be careful with what you say." "Why should I even try?" I shot back, matching his intensity. "That’s enough!" Dimitri growled, his voice low and menacing. Before I could respond, he roared, halting my words in their tracks. He seized my arms, pushing me against the wall. My heart raced, and the fire in his gaze intensified. This is unbearable! There’s no escaping destiny anymore. His lips crashed onto mine, stealing my breath and breaking through all my defenses. --- Isabella Rosa Santacruz is a witch on the run, her blood linked to a prophecy that positions her as the key to the universe. Throughout her life, she has evaded monsters and myths, always staying a step ahead—until now. Dimitri Axel Castellan, known as the Blood Alpha, is feared, ruthless, and weighed down by a cursed pack fated to perish on the eleventh blood moon. However, when he encounters Isabella—the one person he never expected—everything shifts. She becomes the air he can’t breathe without, even if loving her means sacrificing everything, including his own life. Will their connection protect them from the impending chaos, or will it pull them apart?

My husband, Liam, got his terminally ill ex-girlfriend, Chloe, pregnant. He said it was to grant her dying wish of becoming a mother. On the day she gave birth, Liam's sister, Isabella, hired a security firm to guard the hospital, claiming it was to prevent me from causing a scene. Isabella stood by Chloe's bedside. "Don't worry, I have people posted at the entrance. If Ava dares to show up and make trouble, we'll have her thrown out immediately." Liam, seeing I hadn't come, breathed a sigh of relief. "Chloe, just focus on delivering our baby safely. Don't worry about anything else." He truly believed that since he was only fulfilling his dying ex's last wish, I would never be so unreasonable as to make a fuss. Looking at the tiny, rosy infant in his arms, he sent me a text: "Darling, I did this for you. I had her carry a child for us, so you could finally be a mother." He thought that as long as I accepted it all, this child was my ultimate reward. But what he didn't know was that I had just surrendered my residency. In one week, I would be in Kenya, working as a volunteer on a project of biomedical research. It was meant to be a final goodbye—a world away from Liam, forever. But he was searching for me like a madman, pleading for me to return.

Yo solo era una estudiante que no podía pagar la colegiatura. Durante cinco años, también fui la amante secreta del jefe de la mafia Dante Costello. Públicamente, era su restauradora de arte personal. En privado, pasaba las noches haciéndome suya, abrazándome fuerte y besándome hasta dejarme sin aliento. Entonces su familia arregló su compromiso. Con Isabella Rossi. Una princesa de una familia rival. En su fiesta de compromiso, Isabella me clavó un fragmento de cristal roto en el dorso de la mano. Me obligó a disculparme. Con ella. Por haber hecho una escena. Conteniendo las lágrimas, incliné la cabeza ante Isabella. Cuando ella perdió una apuesta y tuvo que jugar a la ruleta rusa; una bala, seis recámaras, él me obligó a tomar su lugar. Me temblaba la mano mientras me apuntaba con la pistola a la cabeza. —Una vez me salvaste la vida —le dije—. Ahora te la devuelvo. En el momento en que desaparecí de su mundo, el despiadado jefe de la mafia que lo tenía todo bajo control... perdió la cabeza.

When Isabella Russo’s father falls deep into debt with the ruthless Moretti crime family, she becomes the collateral. Taken under the watch of Matteo Moretti — the family’s dangerous, magnetic youngest son — she is thrust into a world of shadows, secrets, and blood oaths. What begins as a reluctant arrangement ignites into a forbidden passion that could cost them both their lives. As rival families close in and betrayal lurks within Matteo’s own bloodline, the two must choose between loyalty and love, knowing that in the mafia, happy endings are a luxury no one can afford.