Isabella Ferreira Orange Is The New Black นิยาย & เรื่องราว

to him. "Enjoy him while you still can, Lisa, because at the end of the day, I will make sure you disappear from the surface of this earth. If the Godfather fails to kill you, I am going to kill you myself. Alessio is mine and mine alone!" she snarled, her tears dropping down her cheeks. **** Isabella sighed for the umpteenth time as she took another pear into her mouth. She should have been enjoying it since it was her favorite fruit, but today, she just couldn't—because she wasn't happy.

“You are his Beta, Owen. Don't you have any idea why he suddenly became so aloof? Tell me please if you know something” Just then, the grand doors of the packhouse opened, and Isabella walked in elegantly. She wore a tight black dress that barely covered anything, her long blonde hair falling in waves over her shoulders, she moved like a predator surveying her next prey. And, of course, her eyes found me immediately. “Luna,” she purred, the corner of her lips lifting in a smirk. “Still awake?” I crossed my arms. “What do you want, Isabella?”

Finally giving in, Isabella agreed to tell Anna all the gist she had managed to scoop up as a bartender in one of Los Angeles' most popular resorts. "That can't be true!" Anna gasped suddenly. Isabella had just told her of Alexa Brine, a popular actress known for her role as a gold digger in movies, confessing that she used to have a third boob growing up. "She got a boob job?" Anna gasped again. "No," Isabella whispered. "She got a reverse boob job. They got rid of the third one." "Eek, that's mortifying." Anna shuddered. "She told you that?"

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?"

My identity was the only thing I had left. “I—“ I didn’t have the words, and I couldn’t form a sentence; I only stared at him as if he had grown two horns. Kill Isabella Monroe, the woman who was betrayed, the woman who trusted too easily, the woman who lost everything because she was too blinded to see the truth. Those were the words that rang in my head. "Do you think you're strong enough for that?" he asked, his voice quieter now. "You're falling apart over your face, Isabella . What makes you think you can get revenge when you're losing your mind over a scar?"

Isabella went to the pharmacy and bought a bottle of contraceptive pills. To get Serina to take them, she replaced the contents with vitamin pills, and also bought many other supplements. After making her purchases, Isabella went to the Royal Estate. Serina had just finished stewing a soup and was waiting for Lewis to come home and eat, but Judy was already craving it and started eating it first. Serina said in a sly tone, "I've put something in the soup, so eat at your own risk. If you get a stomachache, don't blame me."

Christian and his megawatt smile. I chuckle and shake my head. I sit down on the lounge next to Christian and drink my smoothies. "This is perfect, Consuela," I say. Consuela beams. She loves it when we enjoy her food. "Gabriel!" Isabella calls me from inside the house. We all glance over at her. She is wearing a flowy dress, the fabric is abstract red, orange, and black. It has a halter neck and is backless. Not overly sexy, nevertheless, it's sexy. I fake a pout and come to her.

I’m babbling like an idiot. Isabella laughed. “I know what you mean, Zander. I’m nervous, too.” “Let me grab some,” Isabella said as she walked towards the ensuite. Thank you, God, for the delicious view of her ass as she walked towards the bathroom. I’m so hard, from seeing her naked, it’s almost painful. Isabella walks back, and my heart skipped several beats. Her wavy black hair partially covers her gorgeous tits. She looks like Eve in the Garden of Eden—my forbidden fruit.

Isabella reluctantly agrees and they embrace. The differences between the two women become more obvious that way. Isabella is almost a head taller than Nukea, her hair is straight and dark while Nukea's is ginger and wavy. Their personalities are the complete opposite as well, Isabella is polite and demure, while Nukea is... the complete opposite.

Isabella patted Masha’s shoulder and smiled, “Go practice the basics. Ignore the barking dogs; don’t let it bother you.” Masha smiled back, “Yes. Isabella, I hope to learn more from you about acting in the future. Don’t mind if I become a bother.” Isabella raised her eyebrows and beamed, “Sure, let’s learn together from now on.” After a day of intense training, Isabella was exhausted and ready to head home. As she left Knight Group, she reached a crossroad and saw a large crowd of people surrounding her. One of the leaders in the crowd spoke up, “She’s Isabella Rivera. She’s the one who schemed to steal the spotlight from Cynthia.”