Isabella From Dear Dumb Diary Novels & Stories

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.”

Rumors Like Wildfire (Lucas' POV) The guest room door clicked shut behind me. I dropped the stack of printed emails and chat logs on the desk so hard the lamp rattled. Moonlight sliced through the half-open curtains, turning the papers silver-gray. I sank into the chair and started reading again. Same poison, different words. Isabella poisoned her own father to grab the Alpha seat early. Isabella’s a gold-digger who seduced me to crawl out of the mess she made with Damien.

As I sit in first class on the flight back to Texas, all I can think of is Drake. He has been the leading man in my fantasies and also the target of my rage for the past four years. I thought I would outgrow the urge to make him suffer over the years, but I have not. I still remember the hurt and humiliation I felt as he called me a silly little girl. I am a woman now. A curvy, strong, beautiful woman trained in manipulation. My years in Italy had changed me, I am no longer a shy tomboy with overalls and braids. I had left as Izzy and returned as Bella. My Italian family said Izzy was a child’s name and insisted on calling Bella if I refused to use my full name, Isabella. It fits now, in Ita

I don't know about that. "Lionel is gentle and extremely kind," Isabella frowns. "And you're blind if you can't see that. Stupid too." "Wow, okay!" Danielle plasters on a smile. "Can we please eat our food? No need to fight over a man." "Fight?" I exclaim. "Isabella is the one who—" "Dela, please," Danielle meets my eyes. "Can we just drop this?" Drop it? I look at Isabella, who hides a smirk behind her soda cup, and my anger rises to fill my chest. That blonde woman called me stupid. Yet I miraculously take a deep breath to calm down.

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.”

I should have walked away. I should have given him the space he clearly wanted. But something kept me rooted in place. “Tell me about her,” I said. Damian exhaled sharply, as if the idea alone exhausted him. “It won’t matter, Isabella.” “It matters to you,” I countered. “And whether you like it or not, it matters to me.” His fingers twitched. His shoulders were tight with tension. “She was younger than me,” he finally muttered. “She was smart—too smart. Always had a way of making people laugh. She wanted nothing to do with this life, but it didn’t matter in the end.”

"Her name is Isabella Millers. She lives in the poor neighborhood of Brownsville and works at a cafe called Green not far from where she lives. Isabella is an orphan. She has a friend named Darrel Jones who works at a workshop and a close colleague named Ashley Moore." Pablo explained in detail about the girl Marco desired. He revealed Bella's activity photos on the table.

Isabella seemed preoccupied, her usually vibrant personality subdued. "Evelyn, is something bothering you?" Evelyn gently inquired, concerned for the young girl. Isabella hesitated for a moment, her eyes welling up with tears. "I-I got in trouble at school today," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. Evelyn's heart sank, and she hugged Isabella, offering comfort and support. "It's okay, sweetheart. Everyone makes mistakes sometimes. What happened?" With tears streaming down her cheeks, Isabella confessed, "I got into a fight with another girl. It was stupid, and I regret it, but I was just so angry, and I couldn't control myself."

I had to fight to hold it down. Dante sneered. "I'm not interested in her type. If she hadn't pissed off Isabella, I wouldn't have wasted a second on a gold-digging whore like her." Isabella. Hearing her name felt like a punch to the gut. Isabella Morrison, the girl who bullied me for three years straight at our private school. She was a princess of Chicago's elite; I was just a scholarship kid. She was always finding ways to humiliate me, to make me feel worthless.

There was a sort of piercing sound from the speakers and then the electronic voice went on talking. “Most of you may think you know who Isabella Martinez is. A Nerd,” just then the projected screen started to reveal pictures of Isabella from when she was little and until she changed her dressing sense. She had her braces on, she played soccer, she wore larger clothes. There were giggles round the crowd as an animated picture of Isabella wearing large glasses and heavy braces came on. “Some people think she’s now changed, pretty, hot but guess what? I bet you didn’t know that she’s also a liar and a slut!”