Isabella Madrigal Novels & Stories

Maya stammered, barely able to speak. “Oh, he can,” Isabella said softly, with a dangerous calm. “And he will. After all, I’m his wife. His Luna. The one who’ll give him an heir. And you…” She let out a low chuckle and looked Maya up and down, enjoying every second of it as Maya shrank back in fear. “You’re just the other woman… a mistress. Nothing more. No value. No importance. Just a makeshift.” Maya’s face turned frighteningly red with anger. She clenched her teeth and stomped her feet.

"Oh, how adorable. The little princess thinks she can defy fate. We'll see about that, won't we?" Diana stood tall, her gaze unwavering. "I won't let you destroy what Raphael and I have." Isabella's eyes narrowed, a flash of anger passing through her features. "We shall see, Diana. We shall see." With a final look of disdain, Isabella rose from her chair and swept past Diana, leaving her alone in the room, her heart racing and her mind filled with a mix of determination and uncertainty. As the door closed behind Isabella, Diana took a deep breath, steeling herself for the battles to come, determined to protect her love and prove that she was worthy of Raphael's heart.

And beneath it: Your past is burning, Dante. Your childhood room, your family chapel, every memory you've built with Isabella—all ash. But don't worry. I'm saving the best for last. The gala starts in three hours. See you there. And Isabella—those FBI recordings you made? I have copies. I wonder what Dante will think when he hears you planning to betray him for weeks. Guess we'll find out soon. Isabella's blood ran cold as she realized Catalina had access to everything. Every FBI meeting. Every plan. Every word Isabella had spoken behind Dante's back. And in three hours, at the gala, it would all be revealed

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.

I pouted. “It’s not, but that’s how it works in the mafia,” Isabella revealed. “I’m nothing more than a commodity, to be sold or brokered.” Isabella let out a heavy sigh and looked down at her hands in her lap. “Isabella, look at me,” I stated. She lifted her ocean blue eyes to me, and my heart leapt inside my chest. “You are so much more than that.” “You think so?” Isabella queried. “So much more,” I expressed. “Now would you like to dance?”

Breathing heavily, she turned to a maid who had cautiously entered the room. "Call April," Isabella ordered, her voice icy with barely contained wrath. The maid nodded and hurried out, returning moments later with a nervous-looking April. Isabella's eyes locked onto April, blazing with hatred. "You!" Isabella spat, her voice trembling with fury. "You think you can take my place, don’t you? That you can worm your way into Lucifer’s favor?" April shook her head, her eyes wide with fear. "No, my lady, I would never—"

"I am your husband, and I want to reciprocate." "Why's that? I thought he despised me." “Isa, I know that I have behaved like an idiot, this is new to me. I don't know what might happen in the future, but I want to be with you." "But... I'm afraid I don't want to get hurt." Isabella said with a tear in her eyes. “I don't want to suffer anymore, if this is a game, please don't do it. I have been hurt, rejected all my life. I want to be fine."

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.

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.