Isabella Good Trouble Novels & Stories

"Cassandra." "You know," Cassandra continued, pushing off from the car to face us directly, "I always knew you were trouble, Isabella. From the moment Max brought you into our home. You had this way of making people think you were harmless, innocent, when really you were just manipulating everyone around you." "I was surviving," Isabella said flatly. "There's a difference." "Were you?" Cassandra's smile turned sharp. "Or were you calculating? Planning your escape, turning my sons against their own mother, stealing them away the moment you had the chance?"

Isabella did not want to deal with it but as it would be a good reputation for the company and Alex had told her to handle it, she couldn't disappoint him, after all, he has done many things for her and if she would be able to repay him by bringing him more projects, it would be a blessing but Adam went back to the same old flirtatious way to get her to sleep with him. Her stomach was churning at the sexual strings that were attached to his offer and because she had missed lunch, Isabella tossed her purse on the back seat of the car. Flipping the glove box open, she found the box of cookies she kept there for just an emergency. Popping a chunk of cookie into her mouth she drove out of the pa

His words painted a picture of a woman consumed by darkness, a woman who would stop at nothing to reclaim what she believed was rightfully hers. "Isabella blames Alexander for the tragedy that befell them. She seeks to destroy everything he holds dear, to dismantle his empire, and leave him as broken as she believes herself to be," Gabriel revealed, his voice heavy with remorse. As I absorbed the truth of Isabella's motives, my resolve hardened. I knew I had to protect Alexander and our love from the impending storm. I couldn't let Isabella's twisted desires tear us apart. Armed with the knowledge Gabriel had imparted, I returned to Alexander, prepared to face the storm head-on. Together, we

Elle cut ties with her and it devastated Isabella to no end because she considered Elle as her daughter. Taking pity on the woman, Troy befriended her. He frequently visits her and helps with the chores. They’ve grown closer and she sees Troy as a son. He secretly helps her with anything she might need, especially after the tragedies in her family. Isabella is kind but the loss of her loved ones shattered her and she’s on a one-woman quest to free Scarlett from prison. It’s futile but it motivates her to keep living. However, it also took a toll on her health and Troy is taking care of her until Scarlett is released. Troy nearly reaches the place when he notices Isabella hurrying out of the

“I’m sorry, I whispered silently to the mirror. I’m so sorry you’re in the middle of this. But I didn’t turn back, I couldn't …because this wasn't just about love and revenge anymore.It was about justice and power. And the only way to win this game was to break everyone who thought they could control me. Including him, especially him. Back in the sunroom, Isabella was already texting a wedding planner, her phone lighting up with hearts and doves. “You’ll be part of the bridal party, right?” she asked, eyes hopeful. “I need someone strong by my side. Someone who knows me.”

Isabella led an army of the most lethal assassins money can hire, and they are all females. Turns out Alberto had gotten on Isabella's bad side, and he has been on the run from her, for a while. "Mmm... you're looking more handsome than the last time we met." She said, closing in for a hug. Compared to Emilia, Isabella appears to be way smaller in size, but still manages to hug so tightly. She sure has a lot of energy. "How have you been, sugar?" She asked, finally pulling away to cup my cheeks and look up into my eyes.

I whisper-screamed, face on fire. He dropped the towel for you. “He ABSOLUTELY did NOT!” He likes you. “No!” Yes. “NOPE.” Oh, Isabella… she purred. You’re in trouble. I buried my burning face in my hands. Trouble was an understatement.

Isabella's heart sank as she understood the depth of what had been happening right under her nose. Caleb and Scarlett, lost in their moment of pleasure, remained unaware of Isabella's presence. Scarlett, confident that Isabella was still blissfully unaware and enjoying her spa treatment, continued to moan with abandon, while Caleb eagerly reciprocated. The sound of their passion echoed through the room, mocking Isabella's shattered trust. The floodgates of emotion burst open within Isabella. The pain and anger welled up, transforming into a raw, heartbreaking scream. Tears fell down her cheeks as she unleashed her anguish into the air.

it was at that moment that Isabella saw the opportunity she needed, she approached Tristan's ear with a smile and whispered seductively "I need you to Tristan make me yours" Those words were enough for Tristan to fall into Isabella's trap, inside his delirium, and the need to have his cock inside her and to feel her hot pussy, to make love to Larissa in that instant, made him imagine that the woman he had in his arms was her.

she hiccuped and glanced away, “do not worry. It will come back to its original colour with time. And Isabella… just take it one day at a time. You will understand everything when the time has come.” Isabella sighed but said nothing. The lady lingered around for a moment, still staring at her with that strange expression before she finally stood up. “You are going to be our salvation Isabella.” She said and with a nod towards Isaiah left the room, her green gown dragging behind her. Isabella spared Isaiah a glance but he wasn't looking at her. He was just staring straight ahead into nothing, his face hard and blank. “You did that on purpose,” she said without heat, “You did it on purpose. So