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.

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?

A single, matte-silver spotlight from a circling gunship fixed on the center of the terrace, and there, stepping out of the shadows of the collapsed ballroom, was a figure that shouldn't have been able to draw breath. It was Isabella. Not the digital ghost, not the hollow Heir, but Isabella in the flesh—or a terrifyingly perfect recreation of it—wearing the same silk gown she had been buried in, her eyes glowing with a calm, predatory silver. "I told you the house was built on salt, Dante," Isabella said, her voice a melodic, terrifying echo that seemed to come from the city itself. She didn't look like a victim. She looked like the Architect’s final, most successful experiment. "But I never

Damian asked glaring at her "Because isabella told her like that, isabella told her that you and she were together and you loved her, not Arabella... She believed isabella because she never thought beyond that. She thought that she was only a substitute for isabella, that no one loves her and that we only care for isabella... This is what happens when you snatch someone's identity from them..." Stella stated making damian grab his hair frustratingly. "What the hell is going on. What did isabella do now..." Vincent growled. "Isabella is trying to kill rose I mean Arabella... I don't know why but she is constantly attacking rose..." Damian said and Vincent gritted his jaw angrily. "And your lo

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?