Novel & Cerita Isabella Madrigal

Though Luiz pitied her, he knew the past couldn’t be undone. Meanwhile, Isabella returned to her room, her face wet with tears. Max looked up in alarm the moment he saw her. “Isabella, what’s wrong?” he asked, rushing to her side. “Max…” Isabella threw her arms around him and began to sob. Max held her gently, leading her to sit on the edge of the bed. Through her tears, she told him everything. “So… that woman,” Max murmured, “the one your mother mentioned before—she’s that Madam?”

The music room reeked of betrayal. The silenced pistol glimmered in Isabella’s hand, her face twisted with cold triumph. But before the trigger could fall, Matteo’s men stormed in steel and fury filling the air. Shots cracked, bodies collided, and by dawn, Isabella was gone, dragged from the estate screaming her claim that Matteo was hers, that Bianca would never be queen. The house was left raw, its walls humming with suspicion.

A little girl with long dark hair, standing in front of the Abram estate, a ribbon tied at her wrist. Isabella stared at it for so long I thought she had stopped breathing. Then she shoved it back across the table, her voice breaking. “Stop it! Stop trying to make me someone I’m not! I’m not her. I’m not Marisol Abram. I’m Isabella, and that’s all I can survive being.” Her shout echoed, shattering the fragile quiet. She pressed her hands to her temples, shaking her head as if she could erase the images, the words, the weight pressing down.

Isabella: Are you happy now? Isabella: I wish you were, Celeste. Be fucking happy.

Isabella was startled by the sudden noise, hastily pointing at the piano that had been moved to the door, and then at herself, implying that she was the one who had played it last time. "Do you also like this piece of music?" The voice from inside the door had clearly become much gentler. "Mm-hmm." The first time she came to see Samuel, she noticed the music playing in his room. The sound was extremely faint. If one didn't listen carefully, he might neglect it. Having played the piano for ten years, Isabella was quite sensitive to sound. With just a few unclear melodies, she recognized that the song being played was her favorite piano piece. It was "Romance", a piece full of memories, sadnes

I told her: “Let me mark you, honey. You know you are mine and ONLY MINE. Come for me babe, come for me... I want to hear you scream my name! Only I can make you feel like this! Only with me can you feel what you feel... Come for me, my love! Honestly, everything I say is true. There is nothing behind my words except complete and brutal honesty. I want it to be mine. I want to return home with her by my hand. She's exactly who I've been waiting for. Isabella is a woman who would make a perfect match for a king. She is the chosen one to become the next queen. She is my Luna.

Veronica knows that Mindy can disguise herself as someone else; after all, she is a powerful witch, and god knows all the diabolic spells she holds in her hands. She knows a fair number of workers, so she searches every room and corner while she keeps her eyes open for anyone who looks like they don’t belong. In the process of her solo search party, she comes across one maid, Ursula, talking to two guards about a missing person, if she heard right. “What was that?” she stops to ask, and they all bow. “My queen, Isabella, is… I can’t find her anywhere,” Ursula says. “Isabella,” Veronica repeats her name as if it would get her any closer to cracking the code.

We had the truth on our side, and with Marcus by our side, we were not alone in this fight. With a surge of determination, I stepped forward, my voice steady and unwavering. "Isabella, you may think you hold all the cards, but we will not be silenced. We will not allow your darkness to prevail. Our love is stronger than your twisted machinations, and together, we will bring you to justice." Isabella's expression twisted into a mask of fury, her eyes burning with a manic intensity. "You will regret crossing me," she hissed, her voice filled with a chilling certainty. "I will destroy everything you hold dear, and there is nothing you can do to stop me."

"I was caught by His Majesty by that time and was healed by Lady Isabella." "Lady... Isabella?" I asked, unsure, looking at Rachelle for confirmation about who she was. Rachelle's smile had a sense of meaning in it. It was as if just the mere mention of Lady Isabella was enough for her to know who she was. In fact, the way she was smiling meant she knew her. "She is the second daughter of our mother and the second to the oldest," she answered. "She goes by the deity name, Iseldis, known as the Goddess of Healing and Hunting."

I dismissed Madonna, recalling that Angela had been sleeping the whole time since I brought her back. My mind raced to what Isabella did to her sister. Why did she put her own flesh and blood up for sale? Even though I wasn’t meant to fall in love, we mafias in Top Hills City recognize family and blood ties. How would Isabella sell her own blood sister? As I pondered Isabella’s action after Madonna left me, my phone rang, breaking my chain of thought. I picked it up and saw that it was Isabella calling me back. I hesitated, as I didn’t want to answer her call, but she called me again.