Isabella Good Trouble Novels & Stories

“Oh, well, that would explain the angry look I got from her when Jordan and I were at the bar.” “You mean when he kissed you at the bar?” Uku wiggles his eyebrows at me. “We all saw it, Trouble,” he says, smirking. “Trouble?” I ask with a laugh. “Yep, that’s your nickname now, and you’re stuck with it,” he laughs as well. “If he’s with Eva, why would he kiss Elisha in front of her?” Ailani asks. “Maybe he and Eva have an arrangement,” Keoni says. “He has left with other women from here when she’s been working.”

Isabella struggled hard and ended up biting Angelo. He flinched and let go of her mouth while Isabella yelled at him, "what exactly is your problem? How many times will I tell you that I am not the person you are looking for? Stop trying to force me into becoming whoever it is you have lost or better still, get a doctor to look at your brain which I am now convinced is defective. Angelo smiled bitterly, "do you really hate me so much, Isabella? Even after Mirabella has confirmed that you are her mum, are you still going to play games with me?"

We motioned for Ethan to continue, eager to unravel the truth behind Isabella's malicious intentions. "Ethan, what do you know? What is Isabella's true motive?" I asked, my voice laced with a mix of apprehension and hope. Ethan took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before he spoke. "Isabella is not only seeking revenge against Nathaniel. She has a larger plan in motion—a plan that involves destroying Nathaniel's company, but also Mia's happiness." The words hung in the air, each syllable carrying a weight that threatened to suffocate us. Isabella's web of manipulation had expanded far beyond our expectations, and we had unknowingly become pawns in her sinister game.

Camila replied gently, flashing her a knowing smile. "I’m not fine, but I’m trying," Isabella confessed. "School’s been a nightmare since you got married. Alejandro’s sister came in and took everything from me. Then, I liked three guys, only to end up heartbroken. The first one left me for Valeria, the second didn’t trust me, and the third one—who I thought understood me—turned out to be gay. He was using me to make his boyfriend jealous." Isabella’s voice cracked as she aggressively worked the dough.

CHAPTER 30: A PLAN THAT FAILS Isabella walked slowly towards the altar, her heart pounding. She felt something was off with her dress. When she reached Sebastian, he could see her discomfort. "Thanks, Dad." He gave a smile and then leaned towards Isabella. "What's wrong? Don’t tell me..." "My dress... it's messed up." Sebastian looked at her confused and saw how she was deliberately holding the top part of her dress. "What's going on?"

Isabella said. “I’m sorry I have to go, he might get angry at me for being gone for too long. Bye, see you around.” She bid goodbye before walking out of the door. … “What took you so long?” Dominic asked slyly when he saw her walking inside while massaging here arms. Isabella looked at his direction, her brows creasing wondering if he told her the wrong floor by accident or in purpose. “I just got into a little bit of trouble…sir,” she said stressing the last part, before taking her seat.

Isabella lunged at her like a wounded lion ready to kill her. “You did this to me. You allowed me to be violated. For what?” she screamed. The guest gasped at the crazy woman attacking the bride and called for security. As Isabella slapped Sandra a hand pulled her off her and pushed her away. She fell to the ground with a thud. Then she realised how many eyes were on her. “I can explain. William let me explain.” Isabella begged unable to meet him in the eye. “You disgust me.” He said. She looked at her step mother and her step sister. They both had the same knowing smirk. Isabella believed that they were the ones that staged everything. From her drugging to this false marriage.

Richard revealed as he took Isla’s soft hand in his with his gaze on her mother. Isabella rasied a questioning brow. “We don’t need an assistant. We can take care of ourselves,” she claimed. “Don’t worry, you will still get to have your privacy,” he assured her as he stole a glance at Isla. “I will be taking Isla to the game house, and I will bring her back just in time as you and your friends exit the cinema.” “Then… I guess I will be seeing you later?” Isabella trailed while giving him an expectant look. Only if she knew that she looked like that, she would have been more guided and reserved with her emotions.

Isabella protests noisily as if the forty-five minutes she spends holed up in her bedroom have anything at all to do with those initial terms of their relationship and aren’t simply because she misses the man like a limb when he’s gone. Dara makes an unflattering snort and digs her elbow into Isabella’s side, stealing a pretzel out of her bag while she’s distracted. “Uh-huh,” she says, “Is that what we’re calling it now, Ms. Codependent?” “I don’t think I like you anymore.” Isabella, among other things, is a liar. A bad one.) It happens by accident because Isabella’s bundled up in her blanket like a burrito and still damp from her shower. Her lights are dim, and Druk is a round, snoozing loa

Dimitri and Eve would be at the Castellano Gala. And Isabella would be there too. She could go and behave. Play by the rules. Stay in her lane. Prove to Enzo she was trying to move on. Or.... Or she could execute the plan. The drug. The opportunity. The chance to remind Dimitri of what they could have been. It was wrong. Desperate. Possibly criminal. But it was also the only card she had left to play. Isabella picked up her phone, opened her contacts, stared at Catarina's number.