Isabella Miller Novels & Stories

Elsa responded with a smile. The butler went to get the door. There she was— Isabel Miller, standing at the entrance. Her honey-blonde hair neatly packed and rolled into a bun.. Her lips curved in that same poised smile she always wore when she wanted to make an impression. A cream silk dress hugged her frame perfectly. She walked in gracefully, headed towards the dining room. Immediately she appeared at the table, Amber's chest tightened, her stomach twisted. ‘Is this like a set up or something? What is this witch doing here?’ She said to herself, keeping her composure regarding.

“And do you know who I am? Do not dare come after me, Isabella because you will lose. I am Cinderella Mackenzie, I run this town, I make the rules, and trust me I always win. Ask around about the people that have messed with me if they lived to see another day” she said and with that she stood up and walked away. Isabella, who felt embarrassed, turned and saw the two gossip ladies staring at her. “What are you staring at?” she yelled and they quickly looked away. TBC

Her office was beautiful and posh like an elegant personal secretary to the most important and well-known architect in the world. Ana got to her seat and held her phone to G****e about Eliza. Eliza Princeton was a prime time actress from Romania. She had won many accolades from winning over five Emmys, ten golden globe awards and six prime time tv awards. Ana looked down at her marital status and saw Eliza went through two divorces at just the age of 27 and was now single again to the world.

Everything has to be perfect! Isabella is truly a great and competent professional. She made everything go very well in the presentations we have made in different companies. I have never had so much success as I have now that Isabella arrived and helped me with those presentations. You can see very well that she was working for that huge publishing house in France, one of the best in the world with the most professional editors.

And now, Liam stood on that screen, holding his own son, promising to protect his family. "You promised too, Henry," Isabella said to the screen. Her voice was raspy. "You promised me the world." She looked at her reflection in the darkened glass of the window. It overlaid the image of Liam, creating a double exposure. Her eyes, lined with age and bitterness, stared back from his face. She wasn't twenty-two anymore. She wasn't the wild girl who waited in Paris. She was Isabella Voss. She owned shipping lines. She owned media conglomerates. She owned senators.

“What's your name? “he broke the ice and said it like it was nothing. “Are you asking me? “I took a hearing aid out of my ear. “Yes, who else would I ask that question to if it's just the two of us going here? “This time he took off his glasses and wanted to penetrate me with his eyes, they were honey colored, but I could perceive something else about him, something that only us women can feel when a guy tries to see you with that mischievousness. “My name is Isabella, but I feel better if you just call me Isa," I answered kindly, "What's your name?

She's glad that there's someone here like detective Miller. "Thank you so much, Detective Miller!" Isabella exits the station, her steps heavy but with a little hope, that she can get the justice she needs not only for herself but also for Roman.

Isabella Sean: Standing at about 5"9 feet with long flowing dark hair and deep brown eyes, she exudes an aura of elegance and sophistication. Isabella is the lady betrothed to Lucas Blackwood due to familial arrangements. Unlike Lucas, she wholeheartedly fell for Lucas and loves him very much and as such is enraged at Roseline's sudden entrance into the Frey. She makes several attempts to erase and send Roseline out of the picture through sending spies like Kyle and using Lillian's connections, genuinely praying for Lucas to one day see her in a loving light.

Isabella grew up in Anji Village outside Silvana City. Her mom owned a two-bedroom house with a large courtyard in front and at the back. Vegetable patches are full and hibiscus flowers surrounding the wall. There’s a small pathway of pebbles from the entrance to the house, so when it rains, mud won't get on shoes.

Isabela ordered, crossing her legs with rehearsed elegance. Without looking away, Celina calmly closed the door and remained standing, her composure intact. “What exactly do you want?” she asked, her tone cold. “Want? Oh no, sweetheart,” Isabela let out a mocking laugh. “In just a few days, as expected, I’ll be Mrs. Miller.” Celina’s stomach twisted, but she didn’t let it show. She swallowed hard. “What did you just say?” she whispered, barely believing her ears. Isabela rose with the poise of a crowned queen, strutting until she stopped right in front of Celina.