Isabella Murad Now Novels & Stories

Then she walked toward the door. Her hand hovered over the handle. Part of her wanted to leave. Another part desperately needed answers. Tonight had changed something. She could feel it. And she was tired of pretending everything was fine. Before she could knock, voices drifted through the slightly opened door. She froze. Adrian wasn't alone. Someone was speaking with him on a video call. A woman. Amara couldn't hear everything clearly. But she recognized the voice instantly. Isabella. Her stomach tightened. Why was Isabella speaking to Adrian at midnight?

I ask all to eagerly, and the doc laughs. “Yes, I’ll get the papers.” She walks out, and Isabella asks if she can take a shower, which I tell her is her choice and not something I need to allow. The answer seems to surprise her, and I feel like this is going to take some time for her to get used to. As she goes to the bathroom to shower, I mind-link Lauren to take some new clothes and underwear to Isabella’s hospital room, so she can get something fresh clothes on afterwards. Isabella walks out of the bathroom in the new clothes, thanking both me and Lauren, who waves dismissively.

The people admired their rulers, not only for their commitment to the kingdom's well-being but also for the love and unity they embodied. On a day that marked the anniversary of Isabella's passing, the kingdom came together to celebrate her memory and honor the ongoing work of the Princess Isabella Foundation. Gabriel, Elena, and Sofia stood before the gathered crowd, sharing stories of love, resilience, and the power of making a difference. It was a bittersweet moment, as they remembered Isabella's impact and the love that had sparked their own journeys.

* * As soon as the door has fallen shut, Isabella opens the browser on his phone to look for the article. Just like yesterday, it was the Shade room who had posted it. The headline alone is enough to make Isabella’s stomach turn. “The true intentions of Archibald Bancroft’s new girl toy:” “Feelings ran high after yesterday’s exclusive scoop regarding Archibald Bancroft’s new girl toy. Those of you who have already voiced their misgivings about Archibald presumably dating a college-aged kid better buckle up: As various independent sources tell us, Archibald’s new lover is Isabella Norman, yes daughter to the same Normans that we know but we’ll get back to that later, she’s 20-year-old and she

Isabella had reported Jessica to the police and she was apprehended at the airport where she tried to escape and was arrested for kidnapping and attempted murder. It was already three month after Isabella was discharged from the hospital and she was as free as the bird, she no longer had Mr white trouble as he and Don Fernando were behind bars. "Are you ready?" Audrey asked Isabella as they walked out from her apartment, apparently Isabella had become popular since after the incidence building a lot of fan base. And today was her first professional shoot, for her lead role of the movie that was suspended, though she spent days mourning her lost child, she believed it was all for the best.

Who else had the nerve to demand something like this? She stared at the dress for a long moment, torn between awe and annoyance. It was beautiful, but she wasn’t about to let him think he could control her. With a huff, she folded the dress back into the box, setting it aside, and went back to making her dinner. There was no way she was going to entertain Logan Blakk’s arrogant demands. --- Seven o’clock on the dot, and just as Isabella had expected, there was another knock on her door. She glanced toward the door but continued stirring the sauce for her lasagna, ignoring it.

Isabella dash out of the bed hastily , she grabs her hand bag and cell phone before leaving the room . Neither Mr Blair nor Doctor Luca must know she was pregnant at the moment . It would ruin her plans .

She handed it back. She stood there for a moment. “You should probably come stay with me for a while,” she said. “I used an anonymous account. They cannot trace it back to me.” “Nina.” She sat on the edge of the bed beside me. “Isabella held a press conference this morning.” My stomach dropped. “Already.” “An hour ago.” She pulled out her own phone and found the clip. “Here.” I watched it. Isabella stood at a podium in what looked like a hotel conference room. Full makeup. Pale blue suit. Her hair pulled back. She looked composed and faintly injured in the way that powerful people looked when they wanted to appear victimized without losing their authority.

“She’s trying to remind you that she’s still in the game.” A beat of silence. Then Isabella smirked. “She should have stayed out.” Paris, France – Marcella’s Private Estate Marcella Devereaux was not impressed. She sat in her grand office, scrolling through the latest articles, fingers tapping lightly against her glass of wine. Isabella was playing her expected role—brushing off the attacks, standing her ground, acting as if she were untouchable. But Marcella knew better. No empire was untouchable.

She lifted her hand, revealing a ring: "This is a gift Nathan carefully chose for me. Unlike Isabella, whose gifts are picked by his assistant. I have his love and don’t need to covet the title of Mrs. Hill. I’m content." To prove her magnanimity, Victoria even urged Nathan: "Nathan, you should bring Isabella back soon. I’m worried she might not adapt to being alone abroad." Nathan nodded. "Alright." Madison drained her brandy in one gulp, seething with anger. --- In Milan, Isabella collapsed into bed after finishing work late at night, completely exhausted. Opening her phone, she saw the trending news Madison had sent her. The headlines were filled with Nathan and Victoria.