Isabella Miller Novels & Stories

I said, reaching for my phone. “What are you saying?” Allen snapped. “This isn't Joan…why would I be sleeping with your wife?” “Then ask her to take off her mask,” I shouted. “She can have the voice but not the face.” Allen turned to the lady. “I am sorry but she can't, this isn't Joan and that is what matters…what are you doing?” I moved closer to the girl but Allen stepped in the way. “She is my mistress…nothing more.” “I can't believe you actually have a mistress…I am putting an end to this charade…I am calling that Old man to explain that his granddaughter didn't do anything.”

Hardin cuts in. "Shut Up!" Kol yells and he flinches. "Leave her out of this," I add. "Oh, she's very much in this," Diva whispers. She pulls out a tablet from the side table and slides her fingers across the screen. "Isabella is a scholarship student, isn't she? So bright. Such a spark. It would be a tragedy if the board received anonymous tips about her... extracurricular activities. Or if her dumb family is torn up more than it already is."

This is a test. I could feel the panic building in my chest, threatening to spill over into my carefully maintained composure. Isabella had studied art at Juilliard. Isabella could probably identify a Monet from across a crowded room and discuss the finer points of Renaissance techniques over cocktails. Isabella belonged in rooms full of collectors and critics who spoke in hushed, reverent tones about brushstrokes and artistic vision.

Isabella arrived at the estate three days later, looking haunted. "I've lost everything," she said as Mrs. Kim showed her to a guest room. "My apartment, my friends in Paris, my relationship with my father. All because I told the truth." "You did the right thing," Mira said. "Did I? Because it doesn't feel right. It feels like punishment." Mira had no response to that. Isabella settled into the estate carefully, as if afraid to take up space. She worked remotely from her room, avoided public areas when Daniel had business associates over, made herself nearly invisible.

Isaac replies with a chuckle and then we are stepping inside the portal and within moments we are standing in front of a cosy cabin. A lady in her late 40s perhaps came out a while later. Her chestnut hair was tied back in a tight bun and she wore a pristine white maxi-style dress with small blue and pink flowers printed on it. “Isaac Renaud, to what do I owe you pleasure?” she asked with a radiant smile before her smile faltered when she took in his appearance. “You had wolfsbane, didn’t you?”

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

She uncovered the truth behind his death and informed Maya of how dangerous Mia had become. Mia employed an assassin to kill Isabella and he mistook her for Maya. When Isabella saw Maya in a pool of her blood, she decided to run away from Seattle. But she sent Ryan an email, warning him that Mia was after his life. Isabella traveled down to Tacoma and tried to start a new life as a shopkeeper. Then she discovered she was pregnant. She kept the news from Ryan and secretly hoped that he was safe. She met Alex, a farmer in Tacoma, who fell in love with her.

She put her hand out to shake the event planner's hand, but instead, she laid eyes on me, completely ignoring Hippolyta. "My, my, my. What a beauty you are. It was a pleasure for my company to put together your ceremony Luna. My name is Isabela and I've been in the business for 45 plus years!" I reached for her hand and she grasped on tightly, shaking vigorously in excitement. For such a small old lady, she has some wits about her. "I must say, your Alpha reached out to me personally and offered assistance with straightening up in the interior of this train wreck – er – no offence. You will appreciate all the changes, I give you my utmost assurance."

We became best friends, 'sisters' she called us. Isabella is a very talkative person. She love stories and reading is her passion, maybe that is why she is so good at her job. She is a publishing agent with lots of fans. Anything from Sci-Fi to Rom-Com. She is a multi genre girl, she sometimes called herself that. One would think that it made her non-social, but on the contrary. She loves a good gathering and is as much an adrenaline junky as the next sporty and outgoing, adventures person.

Isabella was flying high. Not only had she woken up in the same bed as the man she could confidently call the sexiest alive, but she'd also gotten a follow from Catherine Fox. Yes, *the* Catherine Fox. The actress. The style icon. The queen of "effortless glam." She had met Catherine twice before, and Catherine had even asked her for a favor, but this was different. This was a social media validation that everyone could see. A follow from her wasn't just a notification—it was a whole event. Isabella felt like she'd hit a double jackpot.