Isabella Murad Now Novels & Stories

Nathaniel requested. "Okay. Who's that?" Paul asked. "Do you remember Isabella? Isabella the scholarship girl who is very beautiful and intelligent?" "Yes. I do. I was even about to inform you about the current news I heard about her. I heard she got adopted by a rich lady, the lady made her the heir to her company. That's queen's company man. Yo! She's made it in life. I think her stars are so bright." Paul remarked. "So, it's true? I was trying so hard not to believe the net. Did you know if she has any kid? If she's married or not?" Nathaniel asked again.

Instead of reaching for rope or toys he simply looked at me. “There’s something we need to discuss.” My stomach dropped. His tone was too serious. “What is it, Sir?” He exhaled slowly. “Isabella is back in the city.” The name hit me like ice water. Isabella. His former submissive. The one who had sold photos to the tabloids two years before he bought me, the one whose jealousy had nearly cost him his board seat. I had never met her, but her shadow had lingered in quiet warnings from his security team.

“How did he get into the pack unnoticed?” Isabel was pacing back and forth inside her study when Dylan walked in. If he guess correctly, Xavi is the one she is speaking to on the phone. Her face suddenly darkened, which meant that she wasn’t pleased with whatever reply Xavi gave. “Close the borders immediately! Make sure no one comes in or goes out of the pack!” She barked out the order, slamming her phone against the wall the moment she hung up. This isn’t happening. Not in her time. She can’t let that good for nothing ruin her reputation.

She knew Isabella well enough not to negotiate. “Will you be okay?” “I don’t know. But I will be strong.” Adalet held her close. “I’ll keep all your secrets. Forever, if that’s what it takes.” That was the last time they saw each other—before Marcus came to take Isabella back to America, to be forged into someone who no longer knew how to cry. ✘ ✘ ✘ Elena pulled her awareness back. Concrete floor. Iron smell. Adalet’s eyes fixed straight ahead, performing a complex calculation about how many secrets she could still hide.

She looked like a Parisian fashion icon stepping onto a runway, completely out of place in a medieval mafia fortress. She walked toward the dining table. Her gaze swept past the two active syndicate bosses and stopped on Marco. She looked at the IV bag taped to his wheelchair. "Hello, ex," Isabella said. Her tone carried zero warmth. "You look terrible. Retirement does not suit you." Marco scowled. "Go back to Paris, Isabella." Isabella ignored him. She offered Jane a polite nod, then turned her attention to Noah and me. She reached into her designer handbag and pulled out a small, square velvet box.

But her hands were shaking and she eventually had to drop it back down onto the table, right beside the other report that needed her immediate review. 5. Tuesday 27th April 2010 08:54 Isabelle even managed to snap her cell phone shut with a god like arrogance before looking at the other Brethren Members that she had congregated around her, all of whom were waiting to see what she would do next. “One of our contacts has just informed me that Alice Cuthbert is in the custody of Nemesis.” The Brethren Member, who had been leader up until the creature that occupied Isabelle had been raised, stepped forward. “This can only be a good thing. It keeps Oswald occupied while we plan our next move.”

She explained to her brother, "I tried using Amayah's health, but she claims she has no money, which is a big fat lie, because she attended the business oscars last weekend and is trending in the news now, for being caught with Damien Giddorti." "Damien Giddorti, the CEO of Giddorti Enterprise? Impossible." He scoffed at the news, finding it hard to believe that a common girl like Isabel would have anything to do with a billionaire like Damien Giddorti. "She's telling the truth." Their mother spoke up, and Khalil's eyes widened in shock. "Ma, you are lying." "We are not. It has been in the news since Sunday and it is also being rumored that she is the mistress of Sebastian Bernadotte." Jasmi

the maid said gently before leaving the room. And for the first time that night, Isabella was alone. Truly alone. She stepped toward the mirror. And froze. Her reflection stared back at her. Eyes red. Makeup ruined. Hair disheveled. A girl she barely recognized. Isabella's lips trembled slightly. Tears welled up again. But this time, she didn’t fight them. She let them fall. Quietly. As everything she had been holding in finally surfaced. The pain. The shame.

I again struggled to get out of his mother's grip but one guard joined her and together, they made sure I stayed still. “Do you, Isabella Rossi, take…" “No, Hell No!" I cut the priest off. “I don't know him. I've never met him in my life. I was kidnapped from my wedding after they shot my fiance, forced to wherever heaven knows and now, I'm being forced to marry a man I am almost positive is the mastermind behind my misery. I would rather marry the devil than get married to him." I say in one breath, pointing at the handsome man staring at me with a blank expression on his face.

Who had spent her entire life making sure the right people saw the right version of her. Irabella just stood there and the Moon Goddess handed her a gift Isabella would never have. She pressed her fingers against the cold glass. Well. She'd taken that gift away once. She could do it again. Her phone buzzed on the vanity behind her. She ignored it. Irabella thought she could just walk back in. Attend balls. Wander around town. Exist in Isabella's orbit like it was nothing. Like she hadn't almost destroyed everything. Isabella turned from the window. Picked up her phone. The screen was cracked from where it had hit the wall earlier. She hadn't even registered throwing it.