Isabella Good Trouble Novels & Stories

Isabella laughed, grateful for their shared history and the comfort of having Mahesh by her side in this new venture. Mahesh reassured her, "Don't worry, everything will fall into place. All I need to know is your personal preferences, schedules, home, family, and the available time." Isabella, demonstrating her trust in Mahesh, said, "That I will share. I trust you. You can talk to anyone on my behalf." Her words were a testament to the deep trust and understanding they shared, a bond that would guide them through the challenges of Isabella's rising stardom.

Some of my friends called me fool concerning this,they Said i didn't respect my late wife i just want peace for my new family, Isabella is not like Nicole when it comes to reasoning yet she loved celine like her own which is enough for me it didn't occur to me that Isabella has been calling until she shouted,i have been lost in thought Isabella shouted at me What are you thinking,have been calling you Am deep in thought,i couldn't hear her calling me Am sorry, Isabella release herself from my hug and left in annoyance Am sorry Dear,he pleaded Keep your sorry to yourself, always fond of saying sorry all the times and she went i inside Isabella checked herself out in the mirror in her room, sh

She was about to kneel down but I quickly stopped her. "And why would you kneel when you are the queen of Spain?" I asked in annoyance. "I'm sorry sister, I just want you to forgive me, I don't know what happened, I was flirting him. I'm disgusted with myself," Isabella said tearfully. I sighed and made her sit on the twin's bed. "Honestly, I'm not mad that you and Tristan had an affair. I'm angry because you didn't even tell me everything. Why did you keep it a secret?"

she whispered. “You traitor,” she spat. Jasper smiled as he gave instructions to the man who was holding onto the trap. He was a tall and very lean man, his eyes glowing in the dark. She struggled to free herself from the wires but it was of no use as the trap seemed to be squeezing the air out of her lungs. The tall man came close to her, a wicked smile on his lips. “I wouldn't bother struggling if I were you. It's of no use.” Isabella was scared for the pack, for her baby. No one even knew she had taken a stroll and it would take some time before anyone would notice her disappearance.

Her reflection stared back at her, beautiful, but no longer in control. She replayed the gala in her mind. The applause for Amara. The flashing cameras. Luca’s arm wrapped possessively around the woman who had stolen everything. Her jaw tightened. “You think you’ve won, little chef?” she whispered to her reflection. “You’ve only lit the fuse.” She reached for her phone and dialed a number she hadn’t used in years. When a voice answered on the other end, smooth and dark, Isabella smiled. “It’s time,” she said. “I need a favor. And I’m willing to pay whatever it costs.”

"The Larson girl is a brute. That Samantha, I don't know how she bewitched Henry, the black-haired one is Catherine, Larson's friend and Miller's assistant, they were having a fling, but my friend Carol already took care of her and got Alexander back, the redhead is seeing Patrick, the shortest one I don't know, she's new to the group, and the other one is married to Rick, Patrick's assistant." "So they're trouble makers?" I pressed. "They're worthless!" Isabella reinforced. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, as a father I'm very worried. You know I'd love to have you as my daughter-in-law." I saw her smile grow wider. "If I can help with anything, let me know." "I just need Henry to leave that gold di

Elena’s pregnancy trap would be compromised, and the social standing Isabella clung to so desperately would be completely eclipsed by a girl who used to drown in debt. ​No, Isabella thought, her teeth grinding together so loudly she was terrified they would hear her through the wood. No, I won't allow it. You think you can just march back into this city and take everything, you worthless bitch? ​Spinning on her heel, Isabella sprinted down the long, marble corridor, her heart slamming against her ribs as she pulled out her private cell phone, her thumb frantically dialing Elena Rossi’s encrypted line. ​The storm hadn't just arrived in America. Isabella King was about to ensure it became a ma

Dante said, not releasing Isabella. As Morrison retreated, as Sofia dissolved into happy tears in the corner, as the hospital room filled with something that felt impossibly like joy despite everything surrounding them—Isabella pulled back to look at Dante. "After everything," she said. "After all the lies and the secrets and the impossible choices. After the contract and the debt and the fabricated crisis that started everything. After Catalina and Antonio and Marco and the FBI….." She laughed shakily. "After all of that, are we really going to be okay?"

Girl. “What. About them?” Isabella asked. Carefully. Sensing. Something. Bad. Coming. “They’ve been. Spending time. Together. He took her. To gala. Last night. High profile. Public. Everyone. Saw.” Isabella’s blood. Turned. Ice. Then. Fire. Then. Something. Worse. “Gala?” She repeated. Voice. Dangerously. Quiet. “Yes. Bought her. Dress. Jewelry. They. Danced. Looked. Close. Very. Close.”

Yes, Marissa had always been difficult, and she blamed her for being barren; she had never been so harsh. She opened the envelope with shaky hands and took out some photographs. Her mouth fell open and eyes grew wide as she looked at the different pictures. “What is this?” She shrieked, her eyes staring from the photos to Marissa’s face and back. “There's no need to keep up the act anymore; your game is up now. The evidence of your shamelessness and your whoring ways is all in your hands.” “But this isn't… I didn't… I don't…” Isabella stammered, lost for words. She had no idea what these photos were and when they had been taken.