Isabella Ferreira Orange Is The New Black Novels & Stories

“Excuse me?” “Listen, Fatima.” Isabella finally looked up. Fatima noticed her outfit: black trousers, a black leather jacket, and a ski mask pulled up on her head. She looked straight out of a gangsta movie. Since meeting her, Fatima had never imagined Isabella dressed like this. “You’re going to pick which one of them you want, so I know what to do next.” “I’m lost. Pick what?” On the table were photos of Ian, Raphael, Nicholas, and even Ryan.

A haggard-looking woman burst in, clutching a copy of The Immortal Muse. My heart stopped. Isabella. She was a wreck. Her once-flawless skin was sallow and rough. Her eyes were filled with a crazed hatred. The moment she saw me, a twisted smile spread across her face. She shrieked, "Seraphina! You thought a new name and a new face could hide you? You thought you could just disappear?!"

I was looking for Annalise, with all her quirks and fire and infectious laughter. “I appreciate the offer, Anne,” I said, gently pulling away. “But I’m perfectly content with a little… quirkiness in my life.” A slow smile spread across my face, genuine and unwavering. Isabella’s carefully constructed facade faltered for a moment, a flicker of genuine surprise flitting across her eyes. Then, with a toss of her head and a haughty laugh, she sashayed away, leaving me alone with the lingering scent of her perfume and the weight of her unspoken challenge.

Keying in the code to the main building, Isabella tried to silently make her way to her old room to get her things but Sandra stood at the top of the stairs, a smirk on her face and her arms crossed sinisterly. 'What the hell is this bitch still doing here? Isn't she like married?' Isabella thought as she returned Sandra a death glare. "The prodigal daughter returns." Sandra smirked, clapping her hands mockingly. "You still have the face to come here?" "I am not here for you, bitch! I am here for my things, if you'd excuse me." Isabella climbed the stairs, thinking Sandra would be reasonable and let her though but Sandra pulled my back, making Isabella stumble.

His new personal assistant: Isabella Kane. She had started two weeks ago, and from the very first day, Skyler had been ruined. Isabella was 24, with long wavy black hair that fell like liquid silk down her back, sharp emerald-green eyes that sparkled with quiet intelligence, and an effortless sensuality that made the air feel thicker whenever she entered a room. But it was her feet that had completely destroyed him.

Nemera's voice broke into sobs. Isabella faltered for a moment, then sneered even more viciously. "So what? It was just an undeveloped fetus. Like I care." … I watched as Nemera, with calm precision, kept her recording device running, slowly baiting a confession out of Isabella. At that moment, I knew—Isabella's end was inevitable.

Let them see exactly what the Tribunal does to people who dare to fight back. Isabella is hunched over her main terminal when we walk in, her hair sticking up in tufts from running her hands through it, three empty energy drink cans stacked beside her keyboard. The main display glows blue, lines of code scrolling so fast they blur into solid bands of light. She does not look up when we enter, just jerks her chin at the screen.

Every vein in my body wanted to explode because of rage. The bastard Matteo Moretti doesn’t even have to hold her to show his ownership. His presence claims her without an announcement. I couldn’t believe my eyes while looking at the photo. Isabella used to be a weak woman easy to ruin. She was innocent, naive, and obedient. But seeing her with that asshole, she seemed to become a bold, poised, confident, and powerful woman. “You alright?” Davis snatched his phone back and smirked at me. “Yeah.” My jaws tensed. “Just amused.”

Domenico Perez POV* "I will not stay here and watch you accuse my wife of something just because of her last name" Banging my fist on the table, I glare straight at him. Isabella isn't like that. She's not a backstabber or a mole. I watched her for ten years, she is anything but a mole.

I would normally call him a whipped pussy ass bitch, but I completely understand now. I look over at Isabella as she chews on her bottom lip as she concentrates on her laptop. I look at my baby girl, who has popped out even more. My eyes slide upward to her red strappy top that has a lace trim down the V of her neckline. God, Bella's tits were amazing before, but now it's like a whole buffet to feast on. My cock twitches and I look down at my grey sweat pants. sure enough he has arisen to the occasion. I wonder how pissed she will be if I bent her over the sofa right now.