Isabella Good Trouble Novels & Stories

She turned to Kim, who was standing nearby, concern etched on her face. “Are you okay, Isa?” Kim asked, placing a comforting hand on Isabella's shoulder. “Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for your concern, Kim. Let's get back to the office,” Isabella replied, her voice steady despite the lingering unease. They walked back to their offices. Isabella couldn't shake off the encounter with Jacob. She knew he was trouble, but she refused to let his presence affect her. She was determined to focus on her work and the happiness she had found with David.

Since Isabella had learned Nestor's location from Vincent, he must know something about Nestor. Vincent answered quickly. Learning Isabella was in Lumina, his expression immediately changed as he apologized to Selina: "Did she cause you trouble?" Thinking of Isabella's actions, Selina sighed. Isabella hadn't just caused trouble - she'd tried to pounce on Nestor! After some hesitation, Selina explained the situation to Vincent. Hearing this, Vincent was mortified. "She's been spoiled since childhood, she's really..." Vincent couldn't find words to describe his cousin, only repeatedly apologizing to Selina.

“If you've already pictured a future with her, use that image to motivate yourself.” “Take her away from Alexander Sterling and get what you want.” “Yes, Boss.” Thomas moved past him and stopped. “When you saw Isabella, what did you notice?” “As you said, she really has lost her memory. But…” Thomas glanced over his shoulder. “I noticed something else. She seems to have trust issues with Alexander. She's desperate for answers. It's obvious they're hiding things from her.” “When she saw Williams, she was genuinely surprised. She never expected him to be there.”

Hi, sweetheart," he replied. He pulled me into a hug with sabella between us. We stood there for a moment. The three of us. "Is the bad lady gone?" Isabella asked suddenly. "The one who wanted to hurt us?" I had told her there was a bad person trying to cause trouble. But I hadn't given her details. "Yes, baby," I said. "The bad lady is gone. She can't hurt us anymore." "Good," Isabella said firmly. "Because I would have hit her with my shoe too." My father and I both laughed at that. My fierce little girl.

As the minutes ticked by, Isabella's cries slowly subsided, replaced by a numbness that threatened to consume her. *Tomas apartment * Fernanda walked into the dimly lit room, Tomas already seated and sipping on a drink. She smiled, a sense of satisfaction in her eyes, as she hugged him. "Well?" Tomas asked, raising an eyebrow as he disengaged from the hug. "Did it work?" Fernanda nodded, taking a seat across from him. "Gabriel and Isabella's relationship is on the brink of collapse. I showed him a photo of Isabella meeting with the FBI agent, and he exploded. He's furious, Tomas.

Devo smirked. I opened the door for Isabella at the truck. She climbed into her seat and sighed. It must have felt like such a long day for her. After I drop Niles and Devo off, I’m going to take her home, run a warm bath for her, and pamper her all night. As soon as we started moving, I explained that Isabella was a mafia princess and had been betrothed to Antonio. “Holy shit,” Devo expressed. “Was that the dude who was at the rally?”

I groaned and this was not physical pain; it was pure mental. “It won’t matter,” said Brando with a shrug. “Isabella will come after your ass.” I’d seen what Isabella did to the girls she caught in Gabriel’s bed. She did not use fists. Mean girl harassment was her favorite tactic. She found enjoyment by making their life a living hell. I was not afraid of Isabella but I did not want the hassle. “You are not helping,” Gabriel told Brando. My brain struggled for a plan. It finally settled on as close to the truth as possible. Brando and I were on the same page.

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 gnashed my teeth, clenching my fist and I let out a wide grin. No, they don’t get to be happy.Not after everything.Not while I’m still here. They think they can toss me outside. No. They will all play my game. Isabella .. sweet, fragile Isabella. Always the saint, always the adored one. Everyone rushes to protect her, to pity her. But I see her for what she is .. weak, naïve, easily broken. She thinks she’s free because Xavier holds her hand. She thinks her knight has saved her. How tragic.

Cassandra. Alexander froze. Every instinct screamed to pull Isabella away, but she hadn’t noticed the danger yet. "Alexander?" Isabella hissed, looking after him. She grasped his hand in her own, squeezing it tightly. "You know her?" He didn't respond right away. He didn't want to alarm her, but her question was worthy of honesty. "Yes. And she's trouble. Deadly trouble." Cassandra didn't move, but a ruthless, cold smile played at her lips. She didn't approach them not at first but her presence alone was enough to bring on Alexander's nerves.