Isabella Fortuna Novels & Stories

Chapter 91: One amongst many "My daughter... Princess Isabella Archer." The instant the curtains revealed Isabel, Lucian's eyes immediately met her gaze. His entire body tensed as his mouth fell open in shock. Isabel was beautiful... stunning even. Her hair was styled into an intricate halo braid adorned with sparkling gems that caught the light with every subtle movement. A crown, fit for an imperial princess, rested gracefully on her head, accentuating her regal presence.

Isabella grabs her shoulder bag and re-adjusts her blouse ,she felt so full,with that she leaves her room . **** The drive to the house was a lengthy one for Isabella ,she managed to put her nauseousness at bay while driving . She steps out of the car as the chaffeur held the door open for her . The rest of the maid and attendants bow their heads some in respect ,others in fear so as not to be fired from their place of work . Isabella barely acknowledged these gestures to her, they were all gold diggers seeking validation from their wealthy boss and she had no business in that .

Isabella grew up in Anji Village outside Silvana City. Her mom owned a two-bedroom house with a large courtyard in front and at the back. Vegetable patches are full and hibiscus flowers surrounding the wall. There’s a small pathway of pebbles from the entrance to the house, so when it rains, mud won't get on shoes.

Isabella Sean: Standing at about 5"9 feet with long flowing dark hair and deep brown eyes, she exudes an aura of elegance and sophistication. Isabella is the lady betrothed to Lucas Blackwood due to familial arrangements. Unlike Lucas, she wholeheartedly fell for Lucas and loves him very much and as such is enraged at Roseline's sudden entrance into the Frey. She makes several attempts to erase and send Roseline out of the picture through sending spies like Kyle and using Lillian's connections, genuinely praying for Lucas to one day see her in a loving light.

My clothes stuck to my body, my entire frame trembling from the cold. Almost there. I encouraged myself as the house gate finally came into view. I’m Isabella Santos. Just a simple girl from the countryside who somehow caught the attention of the almighty Xavier Gustavo…the heir to Gustavo Group Limited, the wealthiest and most powerful family in California. Or should I say... unlucky? Sigh. Xavier met me at the coffee shop where I worked and confessed his love. It felt like a dream come true. I had always crushed on him, and now, I'm engaged to him.

Isabella tilted her head, her eyes now narrowing with a smirk. “Nice?” she echoed, “I don't get… Or wait... are you Jesus Christ now?” Isla let out a quiet, unfazed chuckle and nodded gently. “Uhm… No,” she corrected in the same tone. “I’m the woman who owns this chessboard.” Those words made Isabella go momentarily silent. Right after then, Isla started to move even closer until she was just a few inches away from the other lady’s chair, and then, from the fold of her coat, she pulled out a slim envelope.

I tolerated it because it didn't interfere with my plans, but this ends right now. The foolish Isabella died at this moment. Enough of enduring and doing what everyone around me imposes. I should never have agreed to marry this heartless man. I'm sorry, Dad, I truly wanted to help you, but I won't become an abused and battered woman. The years of abuse I suffered from my mother were enough. This is where I draw the line. I'm Isabella Sardino, heir not only to your fortune but also to my grandfather's. So if you want to disinherit me, do it. Right now, I don't care about anything.

For the first time since the night of the fire, I felt whole. Because tonight, the world didn’t see Isabella. It saw Marisol Abram, the heiress who rose from the flames. And this time, she wasn’t going anywhere.

I asked, devoid of warmth. “Who am I?” she repeated, and that mocking little smile curved across her red lips. She straightened her shoulders like she was preparing to be applauded. “I’m the High commander, and first princess of the northern territory,” she said, voice dripping with self-importance. “Isabella.” Her name fell into the space between us like a challenge. “And who are you?” I met her stare without blinking. “I’m Valeria. The new Luna of this kingdom.” She laughed, it was a low, mocking sound that tasted like venom.

I looked at the other two women. “Would that you make you Luciana?” I asked, pointing to the younger of the other two women. “And you, her mother?” I stated, turning my attention to the other. She smiled. “Yes, I’m Isabella.” “Nelle ombre, il nascondiglio malvagio, Pronto a disegnarmi dal lato dell'amore, Ma con il suo aiuto sarò forte E bandisce tutto che fa me offende li Congeda, li invia fuori strada Mai di nuovo a passare la mia maniera."