Isabella Murad Now Novels & Stories

Still she forced a smile, trying to play the role of happy wife, " It's going well and he is always busy." Isabella responded calling for another shot. She didn't want to disclose her personal matters to public. Above all, she met Madeline just a while ago. Music behind them got louder as she extended her arm to bring up a vodka for herself. Before she could place it between her lips, Isabella caught sight of a woman who was pouring something into a glass. Zooming her eyes more evidently, Isabella took a note of her action crystal clear. The girl looked like a pack member who was in charge of serving drinks to the Alphas including Lucien who were now having conversation with the other Alphas

“She’s been quiet the last few years. But she wasn’t always.” Isabela opened the folder. Her eyes scanned photos of Miguel and Tania—young, smiling, tangled in each other at a gala, another at a beachside retreat, another even older… a kiss caught in shadow under some old spotlight. Her fingers twitched. She picked one photo and placed it beside the paused video. “Let her choke on the past she thought was dead,” she said softly. She reached for her phone. Typed out a message. Scheduled a timed drop. By sunrise, every gossip site and fashion tabloid in the country would have a new headline:

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.

“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?

Isabella von Hapsburg stood with a pale face, surrounded by military police. Her elegance, once like an ice queen, had shattered into pieces of despair. "This is not over, Mavric!" Isabella shouted as she was dragged out. "You may have bought this building, but you cannot buy the loyalty of my organization!” “They will come for you, and they will take what rightfully belongs to them!" Mavric did not flinch. He remained seated in his automated wheelchair, watching Isabella leave with a cold, deadly gaze. "Take her away. Ensure she is quarantined at our intelligence facility outside London.

"Bee has been everywhere for years." Damian frowned. "And none of us connected the name." "No one did," Roman replied. "That was the point." He opened another article. "There are very few public photographs." One by one, elegant images appeared on the screen: Isabella walking after a fashion show, Isabella greeting designers, and Isabella accepting an international award. Isabella is standing besides world-famous actors and athletes. In every picture she looked confident, calm, and elegant. Nothing like the shy student they remembered.

Devo smirked. I opened the door for Isabella at the truck. She climbed into her seat and sighed. It must have felt like such a long day for her. After I drop Niles and Devo off, I’m going to take her home, run a warm bath for her, and pamper her all night. As soon as we started moving, I explained that Isabella was a mafia princess and had been betrothed to Antonio. “Holy shit,” Devo expressed. “Was that the dude who was at the rally?”

“Not scary—Luna Freda. I returned her purse because she left it in the car. I interrupted her while she was with Beta Ruddy. She almost made me piss my panties. I thought I was going to die in her room.” The others frowned. Ria shook her head. “Lana, you should be used to her already. That’s just how she is. Always cold… the icy queen.” The door opened again and a pale blonde maid entered—slim, long curly hair, freckles, blue eyes. Isabella. She whispered, almost dreamily, “I can’t wait for my Alpha to come back. I miss him so much.” The others looked at her like she was insane. “You’re not serious,” Ria scoffed. “You know his wedding is soon. And you’re still hell-bent, delusional about bei

“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.

By morning, the storm had broken.Amara awoke to the faint sound of the television in the living room. Noah was still curled against her side, deep in sleep, but Luca was gone. She slid out of bed, padded barefoot down the hallway, and stopped dead. On the giant flat-screen, Isabella sat poised in an elegant cream dress, speaking with one of the city’s most notorious gossip anchors. Her makeup was flawless, her smile gracious, but her words dripped with venom.