Isabella Ferreira Orange Is The New Black นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My breasts were covered in fresh bite marks and handprints, my thighs bruised from being gripped so hard, and my throat felt raw from sucking so many cocks. Isabella stood at the foot of the bed, already dressed in a sharp black power suit that hugged her dangerous curves. Her long raven hair was pulled back, and her sharp green eyes scanned my naked, cum-stained body with a mixture of pride and dark hunger. “Good morning, pet,” she purred, stepping closer. She grabbed my chin and tilted my face up. “Look at you… still dripping with my family’s cum. You really are a perfect little trophy.” I moaned softly, spreading my knees wider on the floor. “Yes, Mistress… I woke up wet just thinking abo

"Don't think for once that I'll let you crawl your way between Antonio and I. Whatever plans you have, it's not going to work." "Who do you think you are?" Teresa snapped. "The woman of the house." Isabella replied readily. "The maids and the bodyguards, they don't answer to you. They answer to me, and they'll do what I say. Now you can either stay in the room given to you, or take your things and get out." "You can't get rid of me that easily." Teresa chuckled. "I've been away for too long..." "In rehab, you mean?" Isabella cut in. "That says a lot about you, and it's no wonder why you're sick up here." She paused and tapped her head. "What woman in her right mind would harbour feelings for

#Bella's P. O. V He f*cking thinks he owns me doesn't he know who I am, I'm Isabella Rose Dante nobody f*cking owns me. I won't deny I was flirting with Fernandez but only because I was trying to get him a little jealous. I walk out the company in absolute fury, Some of the workers looking at me weirdly The moment I'm out in the cool air outside I grab my phone and call the only person that can help.

I glare at Isabella with all the hatred I can muster, pouring every ounce of my fury into that look, but she only smiles at me with devious satisfaction. "Don't look at me like that, darling," she purrs, her voice taking on an almost loving tone that makes my skin crawl. "You should be thanking me. I've freed you from the burden of caring about anyone but yourself." Then her expression shifts to something far more sinister, and she turns back to Serena with predatory intent burning in her transformed eyes. "But first," Isabella says, her voice dropping to a whisper that somehow carries more menace than any shout, "let me demonstrate just how powerless you really are."

she says, wiping away the tears that keep falling. Alfa Fernandes approaches her and, looking at her, without daring to touch her, says to her with a smile: "Happy Birthday, my DizzyBella!" making us all laugh. And we realize that her name fits her perfectly because when she is agitated and nervous, all the Latin spirit in Isabel comes out and she becomes dizzy, doing only nonsense in anger. Isabel looks at him and surprisingly runs towards him and takes him in her arms. We don't know much about their relationship, we just know that because of this competition they quarreled and got to the stage where Isabel was renegade by her own pack.

“Not me. But the Calabrians are watching. They know what happened at the cannery. They know you were there.” “They only know the detective that was there... not the one behind the facade. I don’t scare easily.” “They don’t want you scared. They want you… out.” He stared at her. “Why are you telling me this?” “Because you used to belong to us,” Isabella said. “And deep down? I think you still do.” She brushed past him, her perfume lingering like a trap. — Inside, Ava leaned close to Selena, lips barely moving. “I need you to look into her,” she said, nudging towards the lady just leaving Alex’s side. “Isabella something. Check her background, connections she has in the city, everything.”

Maris assured her. This was what they were dreading. Every child in the orphanage was close to Isabella. But Liam and Isabella were different. It feels like Liam finds his family in Isabella and so was Isabella. “There she is,” Maria said, and Mona turned only for her heart to stop. Angelo also looked at where they were looking though he was silently sitting there because Mona was doing all the talking. But he was in utter shock. There Isabella was walking out of the office wearing a simple white dress.

Standing tall, she attempted to disarm the inmate wielding the knife, unaware of the imminent danger lurking behind her. Suddenly, the second inmate produced another knife, catching Isabella off guard. With lightning speed, she viciously stabbed her, causing Isabella to stagger backward, clutching her abdomen as blood gushed from the wound. As pain and dizziness overwhelmed her, Isabella's body threatened to give way, but just as she was about to collapse, she heard a familiar voice cry out her name. "Isabella!" She had grown accustomed to being called by her prison identification number, Mate 1150, but this time, her name carried a glimmer of hope. In her vulnerable state, she felt a firm h

Isabella said as the lady was helping her into a rope. She was placed to sit in front of a mirror as she returned to the room. "Why are you doing this?" Isabella asked the lady as she took up a brush. The lady brushes her blonde hair that stretches below her waist. "You have beautiful hair," she said. Isabella, not getting a response to her question, again pleaded with her to let her go. "You belong here with your alpha mate," the lady responded and kept on brushing her hair. Hit by the revelation, Isabella exclaimed, "I already have a mate, a beta. Please tell your alpha that he may let me go."

she pleaded. I searched her face for a moment for any hint of what was going on in her mind. What had made the firm, calm, and independent woman I had met earlier this morning so desperate? “Okay, as long as it isn't illegal,” I answered. Still tapping unconsciously at my cufflinks. “I need you to help seduce Madam Isabella Ferara’s assistant. Nothing sexual, just distract her enough for me to get to see Madam Isabella,” she said. “Isabella Ferara,” I repeated, a rise in my voice. “Did you just say Isabella Ferara?” I asked again, just to be sure she hadn't mixed up the name. Because I saw no way she and Isabella could have linked up.