Isabella Madrigal Novels & Stories

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.

As soon as she had heard the news the day before about the Ballards' Blessed Child, the thought had crossed her mind. That was why she had brought three of the family's retainers and rushed to the Amethyst Cloud Citadel. It was a good thing that she had arrived on time. Otherwise, she and Sebastian might have been separated forever. That was why Isabella had been genuinely furious at Dariel. "As long as you're safe, everything is fine. How did you get to the Holy Grandia?" Isabella stroked Sebastian's forehead like she had when he was a kid while looking tenderly at him.

Mateo stood at her other side, his wound healing but his pride frayed at the edges. Cameras clicked like a hailstorm. Reporters surged forward. But Isabella raised one hand, and silence fell. “I am Isabella Herrera Castellano,” she began, her voice smooth and unyielding. “And I speak today not as someone hiding behind men or lineage—but as the rightful heir of both.” She let that settle. “Last night, this estate was attacked. The man responsible is dead. But his ambition lives on—in whispers, in knives hidden beneath courtly smiles. Let this be known: I will not be moved by fear. I will not bow to the threats of those who think a woman cannot rule.”

"Isabella, I'd like you to meet Rosa - your mother's best friend." The older woman's face crumpled with emotion as she took in Isabella's features. "¡Dios mío!" she exclaimed, tears flowing freely down her weathered cheeks. Her words tumbled out in rapid Spanish, "¡Eres igual a tu madre! ¡Tan hermosa como Carmen!" (You're just like your mother! As beautiful as Carmen!) Isabella stood frozen, overwhelmed by this unexpected connection to her past. Rosa reached out and pulled her into a tight embrace, still speaking through her tears about how much Isabella resembled Carmen and how long she had waited for this moment.

After taking a seat Isabella's eyes flickered toward Fernando who was busy gazing coldly at her. " Hey" she snapped again. " Look at me," she said. Isabella tore her gaze away from his and towards the woman who held a brush and began applying makeup. " Your eyes are all puffy stop crying" She muttered. While she was busy applying her makeup Isabella bit her lips to prevent herself from crying, the way this woman was bossy when getting her ready reminded her so much of Emily and the thought that her best friend was now out there somewhere after being sold like an animal to god knows who made her worried sick.

Carmen’s voice chimed as she walked into the room. “What are you doing here, Carmen.” Javier pushed her out before she saw me. “Ricardo said he had some business to deal with something about Isabella Valéz.” “Isabella, who?” “The child he had with that woman before me. Turns out that old bitch is here too.” “Hmm, I didn’t know that.” “Javier!” Ricardo said, coming down the hallway. My blood ran cold as I stopped in my tracks. “Why are you pushing us out of your room? Are you hiding something.”

Isabella patted Masha’s shoulder and smiled, “Go practice the basics. Ignore the barking dogs; don’t let it bother you.” Masha smiled back, “Yes. Isabella, I hope to learn more from you about acting in the future. Don’t mind if I become a bother.” Isabella raised her eyebrows and beamed, “Sure, let’s learn together from now on.” After a day of intense training, Isabella was exhausted and ready to head home. As she left Knight Group, she reached a crossroad and saw a large crowd of people surrounding her. One of the leaders in the crowd spoke up, “She’s Isabella Rivera. She’s the one who schemed to steal the spotlight from Cynthia.”

Isabella’s blood ran cold. “Isabella, darling,” Madam Serena purred, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “So glad you could make it.” Isabella’s mind raced. How did she know? How did she find her? “What do you want, Madam Serena?” Isabella asked, her voice trembling slightly. “Oh, please, call me Serena,” Madam Serena said, gesturing to the chair opposite her. “Let’s not be so formal. I simply wanted to have a little chat. About the Gemini Heart.”

Isabella tilted her head, her eyes now narrowing with a smirk. “Nice?” she echoed, “I don't get… Or wait... are you Jesus Christ now?” Isla let out a quiet, unfazed chuckle and nodded gently. “Uhm… No,” she corrected in the same tone. “I’m the woman who owns this chessboard.” Those words made Isabella go momentarily silent. Right after then, Isla started to move even closer until she was just a few inches away from the other lady’s chair, and then, from the fold of her coat, she pulled out a slim envelope.

Isabella always had a flair for the dramatic. Marco had begged him not to come alone. Kellan had argued. Even Adriana’s eyes had pleaded. But Damian was done chasing ghosts in other people’s wars. This was between him and her. The Wolf and the Spider. At the center of the stage, beneath a cracked chandelier that swayed gently from some unseen draft, Isabella waited. She wore black from head to toe, the silk clinging to her like smoke. Her blonde hair was slicked back, her lips painted blood-red. She looked like a queen perched on her throne of ruin.