Isabella Murad Now Novels & Stories

The way he said ladies made me cringe like we were something other than ladies. “Teresa Montés and Isabella Valéz.” Chino responded. “These wouldn’t be my brother’s daughters, would they? “They are.” “So, you escaped Zamora. “ “Yes,” I said. “You must be Isabella. The older one, right? “He looked me up and down. “Hmmm.” He walked over to Teresa, she looked at me nervously. She is only 19. Barely even legal in the United States. He touched her shoulder, she jumped. “It’s no reason to be afraid.” He rubbed her shoulders.

"Her name is Isabella Millers. She lives in the poor neighborhood of Brownsville and works at a cafe called Green not far from where she lives. Isabella is an orphan. She has a friend named Darrel Jones who works at a workshop and a close colleague named Ashley Moore." Pablo explained in detail about the girl Marco desired. He revealed Bella's activity photos on the table.

~Two Years Later~ It's been one month since Isabella and Gerald officially divorced, and the latter was set to marry his mistress, Kareen in a few weeks according to the gist brought by 'Scandalous blog.' But that was none of Isabella's business as she had long moved on with her life, especially after getting all the monetary compensation being contested in the divorce, plus her daughter's full custody. She was a free and happy woman now, given that she was about to clock off work for the week.

This was a whole new side to him. God, I’m such an idiot. I grabbed my phone and opened my aunt’s number, my thumb hovering over the call button. I could leave. Just disappear and go where I’m wanted, where things make sense but that wasn’t with Aunt Claudette either. I went online and searched for Isabella's profile first which came popping immediately. There was a story from this morning— Isabella in a massive, sunny living room with marble floors and floor-to-ceiling windows. Oh? I quickly scrolled to another post and it was her by a pool in an expensive, designer swimsuit. There were no signs of sickness or mention of hospitals or treatments or any of the stories I’d been fed.

I turned to look at her as I was gripping Aiden’s hand. “So you know what I was then?” I asked her quietly before she smiled. Nana was staring into the fire now as she was gazing thoughtfully. “There’s only one person on the whole island that was named after Arabella. Princess Arabella Dragomir, the current monarch after her parents died in a shipwreck. I supposed you were coming here to get away from the responsibility that was handed to you so suddenly, am I right?” she said before I nodded. I don’t trust my voice to not break at this moment and with Aiden on the bed.

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

Perhaps it was just the wind. A young girl appeared next to Natalia from nowhere. One second it was just Natalia, and then there were two. All eyes focused on the newcomer. “I am Isabella, sister to Nalalia and firstborn to the true King.” She surveyed the wolves and people standing on all sides of her. Her long brown hair was tied back in a braid and her face had been pierced with many diamond studs along her left eyebrow. “I come in peace.”

My voice was still faint from all the crying that I have been doing since last night. A tall girl was standing outside my door. She looked bright and happy. She kind of reminds me of Gill. I wondered how she is right now. I told her I'd be back when I got a chance. I haven't got that chance. Maybe, within this week? I will be able to meet her and her new born baby. "I am Isabela, my lady. I was assigned by Alpha Lucia to attend you. She's summoning you to the Stadium. She said to wear something extravagant. People will be there to congratulate your victory. Congratulations again, my lady!" she chirped like a bird.

Isabella's POV The life I want is nothing compared to what I have been served. Everyday feels like a struggle to survive, first my mum now my dad, leaving me with this awful mother and daughter duo. Why didn't I join my mother in the car accident that took her life? Or even died along with my dad when he had cancer. It was a bit better when he was alive, at least I would get a pass 3-4 days when dad wasn't on any business trips or working from his office. My step mom Vivian and sister Charlotte have one good goal in life, making me miserable in every possible way.

“Get some clothes in the closet, Noah. Help me change your mama’s clothes.” I heard a gasp somewhere in the room, followed by a voice, cracked and weak. “M-Matteo.” My head turned to Stella’s direction. My eyes are sharp and cold. “Leave.” Her eyes flickered with pain. “But…” “I said leave!” I growled, just enough for her to hear and understand. Tears rolled down her cheeks, but I didn’t care. Isabella left because she keeps on trying to squeeze herself in the family she abandoned. Stella is already in the past. I don’t wanna regret my future with Isabella for trying to be nice when it’s not even in my nature.