Isabella Miller Novels & Stories

I said. “Aunty T, if I'm following correctly. Are you saying that Bella is the missing daughter of the Powell family?” Lissa asked, surprised. “Thee, Isabella Powell that has been missing for 15 years?” She added, getting excited. I looked at my mother, shocked waiting for her to answer. “Yes that is what I was coming around to say but you beat me to it,” she said, sighing. “Bella, your biological name is Isabella Powell. You were kidnapped and sold to traffickers but somehow ended up in the orphanage where we found you,” she added.

In her heart, she thought Sienna deliberately bought her own votes like she did to win. Isabella felt the need to embarrass Sienna today. Sienna suddenly smiled with a gentle and modest expression. "Miss Isabella has been working for eight years longer than me, and she is my predecessor. I saw Miss Isabella's acting in high school. Even though you were not the leading actress, your acting dominated the lead actress, and it's very fortunate for me to have the privilege to be able to work with Miss Isabella now."

He had looked me in the eye and said, “If you don't do it, Isabella, we lose the merger. Do you want us to fail?” "He left three kids behind," the woman continued, her voice trembling with a quiet, lethal rage. "And now, the woman who did the math for the man who killed him is in my house. My name is Miller. And I’m going to make sure you feel every bit of the pain my brother felt." She didn't hit me. Not yet. She just leaned in and whispered, "Sleep with one eye open, 7042. Because here, there are no CEOs. There are only predators and prey. And you look delicious."

She asks sweetly and I happily nod my head while Lucas just stares at her. “So to start with the most obvious one. No, I am not his sister, we just work together.” She answers and my eyes widen. “Oh god. Don’t tell me you work in IT.” I say as I remember Carter telling me his ex-used to work with him. “Oh, so you did tell her about Angela.” She teases Lucas and he just rolls his eyes, “No, I am not Angela, his ex and to put you at ease. I am happily married with a kid. Lucas and I are just coworkers. Well, I am his boss actually.”

That didn’t sound good at all and soon too? “What! Is-is Isabella going to die!” Kale screamed eating her fingernails in fury. “Tell me she is not going to die!” “Kale cool down. I doubt it is our Isabella because our Isabella does not have any children, even Angela is not her real child,” Justin said cooling her down. “There is another Isabella that lives in Hamilton village. She has the third-highest number of children in the world, one hundred and twenty-two.” That put Angela in relief but that meant someone else was going to die.

I finally said that I would and now we were on our way to Paris, to meet up with her at her condo. She was my grandfather's sister, Eliza Brinx, she was a fashion icon and the most adnired family member in the Brinx line of work, she was the prettiest woman I've ever seen in all my life, even at the age of fifty, Eliza was a remarkable being, she was a model and also an entrepreneur. She was my favorite person in the entire world. "Why do I allow you to take me out of the US?" Elijah asks, scanning the busy streets once we got out of the car, outside of Eliza's condo building.

The sight caused a twinge of jealousy within Isabella, but she reminded herself of her purpose—to see the true nature of Victoria and to find common ground between them. In a stroke of luck, Isabella managed to catch Victoria's attention. Feigning nervousness, she approached the princess and introduced herself as a humble commoner named Rosalind. Victoria, known for her kindness, showed genuine interest in Rosalind's story. Victoria welcomed her into her courts as she needed to know more about her sympathetic story, Isabella spent time with Victoria, engaging in conversations about their kingdoms, their aspirations, and their hopes for the future. Isabella skillfully probed deeper, searching

Isabella smiles again, then returns to her table with the award, smiling politely at the people at other tables whispering their congratulations to her on her way back. “Congratulations, you lucky bitch,” Dara says as Isabella is sitting down. For her, this is a term of endearment. “I’m going to have to bust my ass for the next ten years before I’m ever considered for one of those. I’m a very lazy worker.” “I think, maybe being connected to Archibald lately probably gave me a slight advantage,” Isabella says sheepishly, touching her hair to make sure the swept-back style is still holding. “False,” Dara declares shaking her head at her friend’s words. “You deserve every award in existence. If

He lets out a bark of laughter when Alexei says something to him. One of the older women spots me, and getting up, she walks toward us. Holy crap. She moves with so much grace I feel a little intimidated. “This must be Anya. I’ve heard so much about you.” She gives me a comforting smile, and surprisingly it sets me at ease. “I’m Isabella. Alexei’s wife.” We shake hands. “It’s a pleasure meeting you.” If I remember correctly, she rescues sex slaves. “I’ve heard amazing things about you,” I add.

"Late again, Isabella? Or did you just assume the trash would empty itself out of respect for your 'busy' schedule?" Isabella stiffened. She didn't need to turn around to know the voice. Jessica Van Doren stood there, looking like she had been poured into a cream-colored designer suit. Jessica was a high-level marketing executive, but more importantly, she was a woman who believed the world was divided into predators and prey. "I'm sorry, Jessica," Isabella said softly, keeping her head down. "I had an emergency at the hospital. It won't happen—"