Isabella Icardi Novels & Stories

Isabella had been working on this project for two long months, only for her hard work to go down the drain. Isabella furiously left after that, but to her surprise, she saw Yulia at work the next day. Apparently, Carlos Reyes—the Head of Sales—had personally hired her back. And before she knew it, Carlos had called Isabella into his office for a word. "Why are you letting her stay? She can't do anything, and she's fussy. Why would we want her?" Isabella complained. "Even if you don't like her, just let her be and think of her as a mascot. She's involved with Mr. Atkinson," Carlos said.

Brushing away the tears from her eyes she walked up to someone for help. “Please can I use your cell phone to call my fiancé?” she asked the startled woman. Isabella knew she probably didn’t look her best but she didn’t care. The woman gave her the phone with a smile of pity. She muttered a thank you and typed in Williams digits. The phone rang but he didn’t pick. Isabella blamed on the number being a foreign one. William didn’t pick up unknown callers. “Thank you.” Isabella said sadly handing her the phone. She begun to walk away but stopped when the woman grabbed her arm.

“Stop testing me, Handsome Boy. You'll see when I officially become your stepmother. I guarantee you will like me more than your biological mother." While Kara gaped behind Isabela's back, Frank laughed dryly. "You're so confident." “Hubby, have you forgotten who your future wife is? I'm Isabela Hall, the dream girl of every man on earth. They call me perfect. I'm beautiful, rich, and talented. There's nothing I can't do.” Kara silently looked down with her mouth twitching. The more she got to know the model, the more she understood why Frank chose herself.

After searching and fitting so many dresses, I finally found the perfect dress. I spent a week with Alex and his driver Jack as he drove is around town while we did preparations for our wedding. I thought that being with him in the same place might actually jog up his memory but after a week, I know that he has probably forgot about our one night stand years back. I have never wished to talk to Isabella like I did in that moment. Isabella is a doctor and on the night of the party she had to leave for Africa for the Doctor Without Borders initiative. She couldn't even make it back on time for my wedding. She feels bad but I understand.

, Isabella confessed honestly, not seeing any reason to hide the truth from her. Bianca and Isabella have been friends since the first day she moved into this house. She lived in a small rented apartment and Bianca was her neighbor next door. They met at night when Isabella and her family had arrived at their new home; That day, Bianca had offered to help out to carry in their luggage after she had mistakenly bumped into her brother, Ethan. Bianca is just the opposite of Isabella, She’s one year older than Isabella but looks more young and well packaged. She is a tall, slim young Italian white lady with straight brown hair that cascaded down her waist level and beautiful hazel eyes that made

Isabella Ricci had not survived twenty years in Rafael's world by ignoring her instincts. And every instinct screamed that Natalia De Luca was a threat. She paced Rafael's office, waiting for him to return from his breakfast meeting. The Barcelona information had been tightly controlled,only she, Rafael, and Matteo knew the extent of the problem. Yet somehow this woman who'd been in Switzerland for two years had details no outsider should possess.Isabella paused at the window, her reflection ghosting over Milan's skyline. At forty-two, she was still beautiful,her blonde hair expertly colored to hide any gray, her body maintained with ruthless discipline. But she was no longer young. Not like

Everything has to be perfect! Isabella is truly a great and competent professional. She made everything go very well in the presentations we have made in different companies. I have never had so much success as I have now that Isabella arrived and helped me with those presentations. You can see very well that she was working for that huge publishing house in France, one of the best in the world with the most professional editors.

Isabella! My body reacted before my mind caught up. I was in her room in seconds, shoving open the door without a second thought And looked around frantically, what I saw made my heart stop. Isabella was collapsed on the shower floor, naked, soaking wet, and trembling violently. Tears streamed down her face as she gripped her head, her entire body was convulsing. “L-Luca,” she sobbed, eyes wide with pain. “M-Make it stop!”

The Spanish summer night was thick with heat and possibility. Valentina and Isabella had been best friends since they were teenagers in Madrid. Both 22, stunning, and completely insatiable. Valentina had long dark wavy hair, full lips, and a curvy body with big natural breasts and a round ass that turned heads everywhere. Isabella was slightly shorter, with a tighter athletic body, piercing green eyes, and an ass so perfect it looked fake. They had come to Ibiza for one reason only

The young man said in disdain , he flung her black card into the muddy water , taking his bicycle he rode off splashing a huge deal of mud on Isabella and Mike . “ Such an idiot ! ” She curse underneath her breath “ I am sorry my lady . I'll go after him . ” Mike said to his boss . “ This is your fault Mr Man and mind you ,you are fired !” she yells attracting onlookers . “ please ma'am ” Mike pleads Isabella who ignored his pleas , she got into the car driving off splashing mud on him . She is a boss of her own , some people called her cocky and egoistic,she cares less . She owned one of the leading company which sold a hundred percent human hair which was in trend aside that she was also i