Novel & Cerita Isabella Good Trouble

Isabella thought back to that day. She had been too reckless, letting Arabella's words get to her. "But you were the one who told me to go after Matteo, you said Arabella wasn't good enough for him—" "I told you to win him over, not get us all killed!" Elena roared. "We thought you were just stealing her fiancé, not her baby too!" "And even if you did, you were stupid enough to provoke her!" Isabella's voice trembled. "I didn't know who she was, I thought she was just an orphan—"

And standing at the center of the cameras, draped in a white wool coat that looked like a coronation robe, was Isabella. She didn't run to Julian. She didn't check for injuries. She walked straight toward me, her eyes narrowed into lethal slits. "Elara Vance," Isabella said, her voice loud enough for the reporters to catch. "I suppose we should thank you for... 'assisting' our Alpha during this unfortunate terrorist attack. Though it’s curious how trouble seems to follow you like a stray dog." She stepped closer, her scent of jasmine spiked with a sharp, aggressive note of challenge. She leaned in, her nose twitching.

May added and everybody began to flip through the pages. On the doctor's report, it was stated that she had been rushed to the hospital because of a complication. She had tried to get an abortion and had gone to a quack hospital which led to complications. Most of the people who were reading it began to have disgusting looks on their faces. The further they read, the more they believed. May and Lily exchanged looks and felt proud of themselves. Outside, they were crying but they both knew what they were doing. "I don't know if any of you remembered but, some years ago, news spread about how Isabella had slept at a hotel at the age of sixteen. It was a very shameful incident and my husband co

Isabella’s day couldn’t have gotten any worse. After the scene at the Ebano y Marfil club, where her “friends” had taken great delight in watching her lose her temper, she ended up being escorted out of the venue by an employee with a look of restrained pity on his face. As she staggered toward her car, she tried to dial her parents’ number—her only steadfast allies, as always. They were somewhere in the world, enjoying their endless travels, but Isabella didn’t think about that. She needed to talk to them; she needed them to tell her that everything she’d heard was a lie, that Natalia hadn’t returned triumphant as everyone claimed.

He exhaled the final cloud of smoke, flicked the blunt away, and muttered under his breath: “She still thinks she can walk away from me.” --- Isabella barely made it to the washroom before her legs gave out again. She sat on the sink counter, covering her face as the tears finally spilled. “How did I let my life become this?” she whispered through sobs. She only wanted to save her mother. She only wanted a chance at freedom. She only wanted help. Instead, she sold herself into a trap she didn’t understand until it was too late. Her greed for the money. Her desperation. Her trust in the wrong person.

Isabella was already seated when Selena slipped into the restaurant, sunglasses low on her face. Her expression was tight, irritated, and exhausted all at once. Isabella didn’t even wait for her to settle. “Selena… how are you holding up? With everything about Tatiana circulating?” Selena dropped into the chair with a sharp exhale. “How am I faring? I’m going to strangle whoever released that rubbish. That’s how I’m faring.” “You look like it.” Isabella folded her arms. “Welcome to the Idle Women's Fun Club. You already lost your job and not even your marriage could save you."

"I must speak with you about a matter of great importance." Alpha Eric looked at her, a mix of trust and fascination in his gaze as he turned to face her. With a hint of frustration in his voice, he said, "What is it, Isabella?" Isabella took a deep breath, steeling herself for the task ahead. "It's Lucy," she said, her voice trembling slightly despite her efforts to appear composed. "I'm afraid she's been causing trouble once again." Alpha Eric's brow furrowed in concern. "What kind of trouble?" he demanded, his voice sharp with urgency.

“Of course she’d do this...why now of all time this has to happen now ..he thought Isabella has let go of the fact that he doesn’t love her nor want to be with her .... Gabriel folded his arms, his gaze unwavering. “She claims you were involved....And that you love her ...all the pictures on the internet show a lot Adrian. i thought we both promised each other no more lies ... “They’re old,” Adrian cut in, his voice harsher than he intended. “Taken out of context. Isabella knows exactly what she’s doing. She is obviously working with Julian Blackwell or Victoria they want to destroy what we’ve built, Gabby ....Adrian said, holding Gabriel’s hands ... “Then tell me the truth,” Gabriel pressed

Isabella says, deftly wiping her lipstick from the edge of her glass with a trained thumb, "is why I'm here." "Who is he?" She gives me a pitying look. "Why do you think Gabe and Tommas are here, too?" she asks. I'm afraid to answer at this point. "For... Rosalia?" Isabella makes a noise of disgust. "You really do live in a fairytale, don't you?" she demands as the skin on my neck grows hot and indignant. If there wasn't a table between us, she might smack me upside the head. "They're here because he's here."

It was a problem, I needed help and there was only one man who could help me with such a problem “You know if that man likes you…just give it a try, he must be whooped by butterfly queen…hahaha all men fall for you,” Isabella said jerking me back to my senses. I glanced at her and didn't like her opinion or was it a joke, she was the one driving the car