Isabella Madrigal Novels & Stories

God, I prayed that Isabella hadn’t seen it yet. Because if she had… I closed my eyes. Please, don’t let it be too late. ISABELLA’S POV I stood in front of the mirror, unmoving. My eyes were dull. Lifeless. I barely recognized the woman staring back at me. She looked… broken. Like she’d lost something she could never get back. I lifted a hand to touch my reflection. My fingers hovered, not quite touching the glass. Last night came rushing back like a slow wave. Xavier’s hands.

I again struggled to get out of his mother's grip but one guard joined her and together, they made sure I stayed still. “Do you, Isabella Rossi, take…" “No, Hell No!" I cut the priest off. “I don't know him. I've never met him in my life. I was kidnapped from my wedding after they shot my fiance, forced to wherever heaven knows and now, I'm being forced to marry a man I am almost positive is the mastermind behind my misery. I would rather marry the devil than get married to him." I say in one breath, pointing at the handsome man staring at me with a blank expression on his face.

Camila replied gently, flashing her a knowing smile. "I’m not fine, but I’m trying," Isabella confessed. "School’s been a nightmare since you got married. Alejandro’s sister came in and took everything from me. Then, I liked three guys, only to end up heartbroken. The first one left me for Valeria, the second didn’t trust me, and the third one—who I thought understood me—turned out to be gay. He was using me to make his boyfriend jealous." Isabella’s voice cracked as she aggressively worked the dough.

Isabella, standing in a dimly lit hallway, her voice filled with venom, speaking to someone cloaked in shadows. “Are you sure you can pull this off?” Isabella’s voice echoed through the room. “You know what to do. You take Marco and the rest of his family out, and Sarah… well,” she laughed softly, chillingly, “I’ll take care of Sarah. I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.”

When I tried to call Valentino, I couldn’t help but worry when it went straight to voicemail. “Isabella is missing?” Sarah asked, setting my plate down in front of me. As worry filled my brain, I ate my food, hoping that everything was okay. If anything were to happen to Isabella, I didn’t know how I would ever forgive him. I promised I would always be by his side no matter what, but Isabella wasn’t just some pawn he could manipulate. She was a human with a heart of gold. I tried to rack my brain for all the possible situations that Valentino probably put her in. He informed me that he wanted to use her to get to Dmitri. What the hell could that mean?

Here, the cypress trees grew thick and the air smelled of damp earth, salt, and secrets. I found a stone bench hidden behind a thick curtain of ivy. I sat down, my knees finally giving way, my head falling into my hands. The "Titan" was gone. I was just Isabella, a woman who had traded her soul for a chance to save a child who hated her very existence.

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!”

Her eyes move between the two of us. “Are you two done?” she asks calmly. Madelyn straightens. “I’m sorry, I think there’s been some misunderstanding...” Isabella walks a few steps closer. “You aren’t his cousin, are you?” Madelyn opens her mouth. “Um...” Isabella lifts a hand slightly. “No,” she says gently. “You don’t have to be shy.” Madelyn glances at me. I say nothing. Isabella nods slowly, like she’s confirming something in her own head. “I know you’re his former friend with benefits.”

Isabella’s POV Romeo gently turned me away from the sunlit lounge, away from the giant liar and away from the brunette who had just claimed to be his wife. My vision was completely blurred with hot, angry tears. Every single step felt like walking through wet cement. My chest was entirely consumed by a crushing, humiliating grief that I had no right to feel. I was Isabella Santiago. I belonged to Mateo. So why did leaving this room feel like I was leaving my entire world behind?

"Isabelle somehow managed to bring everyone who had died in the pack back to life. She healed the entire pack with her scream, killing tons of Rafael's army in the process. When I woke up she was gone. Celeste and the other witches are at the cemetery trying to locate her." She was gone! Taken by Rafael. They took her, that bastard dared to take my mate. I needed to find out where they took her. I went to the cemetery, joining Celeste and some witches that were in a circle whispering some incantations around a map that held Isabella's blood. As they continued chanting, Isabella's blood began tracing around the map, spreading to every corner, eventually turning the map crimson red before it c