Isabella Leclair 소설 & 이야기

The council was all amused, seeing such courage coming from her. "It might sound surprising to you all; do not forget, traditions are made by humans and would be amended by humans. This is my era, to prove to you that what you define as taboo ""could stand as the joy of my life. I do not want to know what you all think about it. But be rest assured that I, Isabella, won't forfeit anything. Not the throne, non-Christian. They both are mine," she boldly speaks, her wide eyes opening, demonstrating the strong love she has and reflecting her decision. "Isabella, watch your back; you have just both today to make your decision. Tomorrow, by this hour you should be concluded, been with Xavier, else

“I can’t believe you’re choosing to believe him over me.” “You’re a liar. A manipulator. You always twist things.” “No,” he said softly. “I make mistakes. But I’ve never lied to you about who I am. Xavier? He’s playing a long game, Isabella. And if you keep turning a blind eye, you’re going to lose everything. Including Eva.” My heart trembled. But I buried the feeling. “You stay away from her,” I said coldly. “You come near her again… and I’ll have you locked up.”

“If we do not act swiftly, all that we’ve built will crumble.” But even as Catherine’s plans unfurled, unseen hands worked to counterbalance her moves. Loyalists who believed in Isabella’s vision convened in secret, sharing whispered strategies and sacred oaths. Among them was Elder Tomas, a once-rigid traditionalist who had come to see Isabella not as a threat, but as the herald of renewal.

Isla needed something that would keep her occupied — and, perhaps, something that could bring Gabriel back into their marriage. Gabriel valued that company greatly. It had been his idea from the start, and for years Delphine had been its public face. But Alfred was a master strategist. Though he rarely interfered in Gabriel’s handling of the empire, his decision to place Isla at the helm shocked everyone. It was unexpected, but powerful. Diana, swept up in the excitement, postponed everything she had planned just to celebrate her daughter’s new appointment. The maids moved gracefully through the room, placing glasses of champagne into waiting hands.

Alexander was in the study, sending out late-night statements in an attempt to reassure shareholders. Isabella walked toward the kitchen to get a glass of water. As she passed the hallway, she heard Claire's voice. Sharp. Determined. "This house should have been mine years ago," Claire whispered through the cracked door of her room. "And when the truth comes out… everything changes." Isabella froze. Her heart skipped. Claire wasn't just manipulating Liam. She was not merely seeking attention. She had a plan: Isabella backed away slowly—just as her phone began to vibrate.

Her fingers twisted in the fabric of her dress as she chewed on her lower lip, her mind churning with a winds of emotions she couldn’t contain. She couldn’t stop thinking about Leo, about the way he had defended Lucy so fiercely. The image of him standing there, so strong and resolute, made her chest tighten with a mix of longing and fury. How could he, the heir to the pack, a man of his status, care for someone like Lucy? A mere maid? It didn’t make sense, and yet, the reality of it gnawed at Isabella, making her restless, making her desperate for a solution. She paused in her pacing, her eyes narrowing with sudden determination. “Marie,” she called out sharply, her voice slicing through th

Cleo’s smile vanished like a flame smothered by wind. She stepped in close—too close—and I could feel the temperature shift. The kind of shift that happens right before a storm breaks. “I helped him build this empire,” Cleo hissed, eyes locked on Isabella’s. “I hold his secrets. Know his sins. He bled for me. Fought for me. Would’ve razed entire cities if I whispered it. You think some fresh little face and a robe make you a queen?” “I don’t need a crown,” Isabella replied, chin tilting defiantly. “I am one. With or without your approval.”

Too quickly. The door opened again. I barely had time to school my features before Leo stepped in, holding the door for the woman who followed. She looked exactly like the pictures—taller in person, somehow even more elegant. And she knew it. Her eyes swept the room with effortless calculation before landing on me. “Celeste,” Leo said, “this is Isabella Delacroix.” “I know,” I said before I could stop myself. Isabella’s red lips curved faintly. “I asked Leo if I could meet the infamous assistant-slash-girlfriend. He speaks about you often.”

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

It was a script. Isabella hadn't just watched. She had directed. Aurora looked at the timeline. She drew a line from Isabella to Evelyn to Aurora. She sent me to him. She drew a line from Aurora to Liam. The Marriage. She drew a line from The Marriage to The Scandal. It was a perfect circle. Isabella had murdered Aurora’s parents to help Henry build the empire. Then, she had manipulated Aurora into marrying Henry’s son to infiltrate the empire. Then, she had attacked the marriage to destroy the empire.