Isabella Leclair Novels & Stories

It looks like things at Lenriad changed a lot since she went away. “It’s alright. She had lived a long and happy life. It was time for her reunion with the Creator.” “If the new Queen asked for my assistance, then I shall follow.” She invited him inside her shop and offered him a seat. “Why is the Queen in search of the Nromais remains?” “The air had been full of the talks of a Dark Child who seeks it out. Queen Aera wants to salvage it and keep it from the wrong hands.” “Who is this Dark Child?”

Standing beside her was Madame Isabelle. She looked twenty years younger. Elegant. Confident. Not dressed as a librarian. She wore a formal navy-blue suit with a silver swallow brooch pinned to her collar. Evelyn frowned. "She wasn't a librarian." Captain Moreau nodded. "No." "At least not originally." The officer flipped to another document. "We identified her full name." He read aloud. "Professor Isabelle Durand." Daniel blinked. "Professor?" The officer nodded. "Former historian specializing in corporate archives and legal documentation."

the maid said. I could see the anger in Isabella the hurtful heart she had been holding on to. I dared to end this misery once and for all. I had no desire to make her my enemy. I had already seen that Ina also hated the compassion Leonidas was demonstrating to me. I refused to add more wood to this fire, “Isabella, if you wish to be his, I have no desire to stop you. You may be one of his concubines. I see no reason to deny your desires. Perhaps you could provide us the heir I cannot bring.”

Isabella tilted her head, her eyes now narrowing with a smirk. “Nice?” she echoed, “I don't get… Or wait... are you Jesus Christ now?” Isla let out a quiet, unfazed chuckle and nodded gently. “Uhm… No,” she corrected in the same tone. “I’m the woman who owns this chessboard.” Those words made Isabella go momentarily silent. Right after then, Isla started to move even closer until she was just a few inches away from the other lady’s chair, and then, from the fold of her coat, she pulled out a slim envelope.

A pause. "I'm not here to take anything from you," Isabelle said. "I want to be clear about that before you decide what you think about me. I have a legal claim and I will use it if I must. But what I actually want is—" She stopped. Choose her words with care. "I am forty-three years old. I have spent six years with a claim I couldn't use against a situation I didn't fully understand. I am the great-granddaughter of a French architect who loved two women at the same time and produced two hidden children who produced hidden families, and I am the end of a line of people who were paid to be invisible." She looked at Elena. "You know what that is. You know exactly what that is." The conference

Mateo stood at her other side, his wound healing but his pride frayed at the edges. Cameras clicked like a hailstorm. Reporters surged forward. But Isabella raised one hand, and silence fell. “I am Isabella Herrera Castellano,” she began, her voice smooth and unyielding. “And I speak today not as someone hiding behind men or lineage—but as the rightful heir of both.” She let that settle. “Last night, this estate was attacked. The man responsible is dead. But his ambition lives on—in whispers, in knives hidden beneath courtly smiles. Let this be known: I will not be moved by fear. I will not bow to the threats of those who think a woman cannot rule.”

Isabella Laurent had never been the kind of woman who needed a man to complete her. She was fiercely independent, built from fire and soft defiance, a combination that made her both unforgettable and, to some, untouchable. But something about Alexander Blackwood had undone her in ways she hadn’t prepared for. And that both thrilled and terrified her.

She sat beside Antonio, her hand sliding up his arm. "It’s just a setback, Tony," she murmured, her voice dripping with a honeyed poison. "The insurance will cover the ship. We still have the merger. We still have everything." Antonio sighed, leaning into her touch. "I feel like I'm being watched, Clara. Like she's still in the walls." Clara laughed, a sharp, brittle sound. "Isabella is dead. She was a weak, fragile creature who couldn't even keep her own husband's interest. You’re with a queen now."

“I need to know right now where the Nemesis base of operations is.” “Why would you need to know that?” The ex leader blustered, before realising. “You can’t be thinking of going there? They’ll destroy you.” He knew it was a mistake to say that as soon as it came out of his mouth. Isabelle turned round, the fury showing in here eyes. “I think that you underestimate me!” She almost screamed at the now powerless Brethren Member who had dared to question her. “I think it would be in your best interest to be careful not to do it again.” She managed the last part in a much more controlled voice.

Isabella knows her place. She doesn’t dream too high, and she never wanted to wish for something she can’t afford. “Don’t think like this. I have always thought of you as my Leo.” Alicia replied and Isabella nodded. “Thanks for that. But I can never be like sir Leo. He is the son of sir Alessandro and heir of this house. I am just a daughter of a maid.” Isabella never thought of her more than that. “Ok, let’s not discuss this. Where were you going so early morning?” Alicia knows how stubborn Isabella is and she can’t change her view of Alessandro too.