Isabella Icardi Novels & Stories

Carmen’s voice chimed as she walked into the room. “What are you doing here, Carmen.” Javier pushed her out before she saw me. “Ricardo said he had some business to deal with something about Isabella Valéz.” “Isabella, who?” “The child he had with that woman before me. Turns out that old bitch is here too.” “Hmm, I didn’t know that.” “Javier!” Ricardo said, coming down the hallway. My blood ran cold as I stopped in my tracks. “Why are you pushing us out of your room? Are you hiding something.”

he says extending his arm towards me I just looked at it then I looked at Ace then back to Logan and I extended my hand towards him hesitantly but I shaked it nonetheless. His hand was warm and it was firm and he kept on looking at me. "You haven't told me your name." he says his voice low and deep looking at me giving me the same look he was giving me yesterday as if he was searching for answers in my eyes. "I-m." I let out but no words were coming out so I clear my throat talking felt so alien to me I haven't uttered a word in weeks. "Isabella." I whisper "I'm Isabella, Ace's wife." I say more clearly he then nodded his head. He then let go of my hand and I hadn't realized he was still hol

Isabella quickly walked over and blocked the main interviewer’s hand from pressing the elevator button. The interviewers, startled by Isabella's sudden approach, looked at her with surprise. An assistant, clearly annoyed, called out, “What do you think you’re doing? Security, security...” Ignoring the assistant, Isabella calmly addressed the main interviewer. “Excuse me, sir. I’m Isabella Rivera, here for the interview. I’ve been waiting all day and haven’t been called. I’d like to know what went wrong.” The stout woman saw this and was about to mock her, but Thalia stopped her. ***

She positioned herself between us, turning to Rocco with eyes wide in genuine terror, “Have you lost your goddamn mind? Please tell me you weren't about to hit your boss's wife.” Rocco hissed, “She deserves more than a slap to get her in line-” “Do you have any idea what will happen to you if Leonardo finds out about this?!” Isabella screamed at him. “What has gotten into you?” Rocco was about to respond when his eyes landed on Isabella. He immediately cursed in Italian and gave me one last vicious look before walking away. After he was gone, Isabella's tense body relaxed, and she turned to face me, her eyes slightly wet. “I'm so sorry for that, Alessandra. Rocco may be an asshole, but he's

He took it skeptically. "Isabelle Silver. Lawyer, congresswoman, and mother with an impeccable track record. She's got a strong social media presence too, thanks to her perpetually online daughter. She has also announced her candidacy," I explained, gesturing toward the screen. "Doesn't she seem like the perfect competitor?" Leonardo furrowed his brow but still scanned through the information I'd collected. Lucius leaned over his shoulder, equally intrigued. I knew it was only a matter of time before Leonardo realized what I'd already pieced together.

“You had wolfsbane, didn’t you?” My head snapped towards him. Isaac averted his gaze from the woman. The woman frowned before her eyes cut to my form. “Ah, Luna Kathryn. I am Felice. I apologize for my manners, but this one,” he pointed at my mate, “has been giving me troubles ever since he turned 21.” “Felice,” Isaac protested with a grunt.

And left the room. I heard Isaac return soon, "hey, how did you come…" turned to see him but I saw the woman whom I stayed away from. Isaac's mother. I stood up and greeted her. She greeted me and asked me back, "Are you Isaac's friend?" I nodded and said, "Yeah." "You look beautiful. What's your name?" She sounded humble. "Isabella Garcia." "Beautiful as you are. Um… Where's Issac?" "He…" Issac walked inside the room while holding a tray with drinks in his hands. Everyone in the room stared at each other, Steve, "What are you standing there for? Give me my juice."

“We are performing two surgeries at the same time! Can you make it until 9:20?! Feeling dizzy, I still managed to stand up and do my routine while talking on the phone. “Just make it stable, I am coming.” As I start driving, realizations strike me. Maybe, I was really born to steal someone’s property, as my name. STELLA, STEAL. I am Stella Louisse Ocampo, a cardiothoracic surgeon. Funny, how I can literally stitch others heart when I cannot even fix my own.

He was familiar with her genuine smiles, those that were almost exclusively reserved for Ethan. Isabella lifted her glass, locking eyes with Christine as she gave an acknowledging nod. "The same could be said about you," she responded, giving Christine a discerning once-over. There wasn't a single individual at the party unfamiliar with the name Isabella Fernandez, or at least, who hadn't heard it in passing. Her scandalous divorce had been splashed all over the tabloids, making her every action a spectacle for the world to see. She consistently made headlines, one after another, keeping the world perpetually intrigued by her life.

The work there was so little that she began to worry that her absence there would be missed. Isabella spent twenty minutes on those files. She submitted them to Luciano’s desk and went back to her space. She hated the fact that none of them had come to work even though they were usually early birds. She took out her phone from her bag and swiped right. Opening her I*******m app, Isabella searched for Alberto. When he appeared on her screen, she clicked on his profile. His gallery was mind-blowing. He had more than a million likes on his posts. Some of his pictures sent shivers down her spine. They were a bit unholy for her eyes.