Isabella Madrigal Novels & Stories

Isabella stood outside in the garden, confused out of her mind. "What just happened? I was standing near that lake. How did I get here?" She thought outloud. A maid who was just coming inside the house, saw Isabella and misunderstood her as Arabella. "Miss Arabella? You came back from the run? Come on inside. Your mother and grandmother are waiting for you" the Maid ushered a confused Isabella inside the house. Isabella followed the maid with a confused frown on her face. Elvina is Arabella's mother and Doris is her mother's mother, her grandmother.

“It’s time we began to initiate plans of finally bringing down Robert and the Mondragons. he spewed, I want to ruin him. Publicly and personally.” My breath hitched in my throat. As I stared at him, unable to speak. The audacity of it, the sheer venom in his words, was staggering. Dante leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “And you, Isabella, are the key to everything like I mentioned before. Not because of who you were, no....but because of who you’ve become.” He paused, letting his words sink in. “Robert thinks you’re dead. That’s your power. You can walk through his world like a ghost....and ghosts don’t play fair.”

He tried to get on to his feet, wincing in pain as he did so. Isabelle did not appear to be fazed by this new turn of events. Her face twisted into a sneer. “So, Oswald, do you want to show me what you’re made of?” David stepped inside. “What have you done to her?” “Isabelle has become a member of the Brethren!” Belinda was aware of movement behind her and she twisted round to see the bar emptying through the back door with the entrance of David Oswald. Isabelle seemed to notice this too and she laughed. “They might be scared of you, Oswald, but I’m not!”

Isabella is a human girl, who was kidnapped to replace her look alike Arabella. Isabella is confused and before she could understand where she is and what's happening, she is being claimed by Blaze.

“But I feel like I’m coming back from another life.” That is precisely what she is doing. The woman who left was Isabella Romano, captured and betrayed. The woman returning is Isabella Volkov, mother, wife, and sovereign of this new world. The scars are permanent, but the identity is new, unyielding, and whole.

Waking up I looked around, I saw two men , one behind me and the other behind my mother, they looked so deadly and ready to kill, I looked at my mother , she was half asleep on the chair she was tied to , she looked so pail , I felt my tears roll out . The door opened , there he was , the demon , SANTIAGO. "The main guest finally arrived , how're are you Isabella, you see when I asked my boys not to get you from your apartment forcefully, they thought I didn't know what I was doing, I told them I loved my women obedient and willing , hahahaha" his dreadful laughter resounded in the room "You don't need to keep her here , I'm here already" " She is the only tool to compel your obedience Milad

Isabella was staring at the intelligent, stunning and sporadically tender man, her husband, reflecting if that was what destiny had in store for her. A few days ago, she was just Isabella... Isabella Duarte. A waitress who lived in a rental one-room apartment in Madrid. Perhaps a bit of a loner, as she had absolutely no dear friend or family, yet she was independent and perfectly satisfied with how life was going at that particular time. Even if most girls her age went from party to party and took everything for granted, even if she had to work for every single thing in her life, she was content that way.

"I thought that was it." "No, there's a few updates on the four names you selected on the first pass. Shmi?" "Okay, Eva Green is at home in France having a few months off, so there's nothing happening there." "That's one down," Mark said, looking pointedly at Jasmine. "Missy Peregrym is in Vancouver, but her sisters band have just been dropped by their record label and I asked our music guys to check them out," Lakshmi explained. "They think the lead singer has some potential so are checking out a few songwriters to work with her in the studio as a possibility."

"Isabella, I was wrong! I shouldn't have driven Caterina to her death or abused you and Ettore! Please spare me. I won't do it again." "Spare you?" I walked up to her. Then, I crouched down and gripped her chin. "What did you say to Mom before she died? You called her a useless waste and said her inheritance would be yours sooner or later. "When you beat me so mercilessly, did you ever imagine there'd be a day like this?" I released her and stood up. "Lock her in the basement along with Sofia." "No! Isabella, you can't do this to me!" Elena shrieked but was still dragged away by my Soldato.

Tears started streaming down Isabella’s face, mixing with the rage, with the insanity, with everything broken inside her. “You’re wrong,” she whispered. “You’re wrong. I love you more than she ever could. More than anyone ever could.” “No,” Landon said simply. “You don’t even know what love is.” Something in Isabella snapped. Completely. Finally. Irreversibly. She laughed. High and manic and terrifying. The sound echoed through the church, making people who’d started to peek out from behind pews duck back down in fear. “You think you won?” Isabella said through her laughter, through her tears, through her madness. “You think this is over?”