Isabella Madrigal Novels & Stories

She peeped through the door to see if he was really Alexander, but she couldn't see anything. Just then a hand grabbed her face from behind, and—and she didn't know how she got to this place. Was she kidnapped again? "Hello-oo, is there anyone here?" shouted Isabella as she stood from the ground. At least she wasn't tied to things. She could walk and examine her surroundings. She made her way up to the cresset and grabbed that on the wall. Holding it in front of her eyes, she tried to understand what kind of situation she was in or if was there any way to get out of it.

“All I had to do was get rid of him.” Isabella had no idea whether to laugh bitterly or sigh crazily at the height of insanity Charles’s mother had shown. Of all things she could have done to separate her and Charles, approaching Gabriel will always be the worst. Then striking a deal with him… disaster was certain. Charles looked really interested in what the man was spewing. “Who did she ask you to get rid of?” “Why should I tell you?” “Would you rot in jail then?” “Okay, okay. I’ll tell you. It is a man she asked me to kill and his name is Rodrigo Ordinaz.” Unfamiliar with the name, Isabella made to look up at Charles but he had already slumped onto a nearby chair, his eyes red with anger.

it was at that moment that Isabella saw the opportunity she needed, she approached Tristan's ear with a smile and whispered seductively "I need you to Tristan make me yours" Those words were enough for Tristan to fall into Isabella's trap, inside his delirium, and the need to have his cock inside her and to feel her hot pussy, to make love to Larissa in that instant, made him imagine that the woman he had in his arms was her.

“This is a surprise.” Her silver eyes flicked to me, taking in my borrowed clothes and the exhaustion I knew was written all over my face. “Selene,” Mira said, stepping forward to give her cousin a brief, hard hug. “This is my friend, Isabella.” “Come in, both of you.... Please, make yourselves at home,” Selene said, stepping aside to let us enter. We followed her into a living room cluttered with books and bundles of hanging plants and before we could even sit, Mira cut to the chase.

Rodrigo suggested. Did she understand what he said the previous day? Did she think he was joking or just wanted to amuse her when he told her that she is Rian's woman and he loves her? “I've made up my mind, Dr Rodrigo. I'm not changing it” Isabella declared in a tone of finality. She might sound selfish,but for now, that's the best decision for them all. Meanwhile she continued “How's Ms Kamala? Can she live longer than she thought?” Isabella asked. Ms Kamala has barely a few days more to live. She hopes she can live a year or more . That would be better for them all.

“Didn’t you just say you wouldn’t speak, and now you’re claiming you didn’t hear a thing? Which is it, little maid?” “Enough games,” Belinda snapped coldly. “We don’t have time for this. Just kill her already.” “Gladly,” Martina said. With a slow, deliberate motion, she pulled a dagger from the bodice of her gown. The steel glinted under the light as she walked toward Isabella, every step heavy with threat. She pressed the blade against Isabella’s throat. “One quick slice, and we’re done here.” Isabella’s sobbing grew harsher—but then, instead of begging for her life, her anguish shifted. Her voice broke, trembling but sharp with something deeper than fear.

“He’s lost now, in more ways than one. He’ll want blood. He’ll want to make an example. We can’t stop him from wanting that. We can plan for it.” Across the carriage, a newspaper lay folded on a seat. The headline screamed about treachery, naming names and guessing motives. Lorenzo picked it up with a careful hand, his eyes skimming an image of the ruined ballroom. Isabella’s name was mentioned in a sidebar, always smiling, always poised, always with motives that could move a room. Lorenzo laughed, a sound without humor. “Isabella will use this. She’s clever enough to turn smoke into mirrors.” “She’s dangerous,” Mateo agreed. “But we have to worry about Ricardo more. He lost face tonight. He

My identity was the only thing I had left. “I—“ I didn’t have the words, and I couldn’t form a sentence; I only stared at him as if he had grown two horns. Kill Isabella Monroe, the woman who was betrayed, the woman who trusted too easily, the woman who lost everything because she was too blinded to see the truth. Those were the words that rang in my head. "Do you think you're strong enough for that?" he asked, his voice quieter now. "You're falling apart over your face, Isabella . What makes you think you can get revenge when you're losing your mind over a scar?"

Richard revealed as he took Isla’s soft hand in his with his gaze on her mother. Isabella rasied a questioning brow. “We don’t need an assistant. We can take care of ourselves,” she claimed. “Don’t worry, you will still get to have your privacy,” he assured her as he stole a glance at Isla. “I will be taking Isla to the game house, and I will bring her back just in time as you and your friends exit the cinema.” “Then… I guess I will be seeing you later?” Isabella trailed while giving him an expectant look. Only if she knew that she looked like that, she would have been more guided and reserved with her emotions.