Novel & Cerita Isabella Murad Now

ISABELLA I watched the sun rise on my wedding day with dry eyes and a hollow feeling in my chest. Sleep had been impossible, so I'd spent the night in my studio, finishing the commission that had seemed so important just days ago. Now the completed canvas leaned against the wall, a stranger's work created by a woman who no longer existed. By noon, Isabella Caldwell would disappear, replaced by Isabella Blackwood,wife of a man who had orchestrated her family's destruction.

said Isabella. Alexandro remained silent. "She was my biggest mistake," said Isabella. Alexandro clenched his fists. His fingers turned white, the veins in his hands tensed. His chest rose and fell, holding back the anger that had been boiling all along, but he remained silent, still restraining himself. Isabella kept talking. Unaware of the storm growing right in front of her eyes. "Don't call me Isabella. Isabella died more than ten years ago. Since I left Italy. Since I decided never to return. My name now is Bianca. Bianca Fontana."

Adrian said as Isabella nodded and picked up the things that she needs and headed straight into the bathroom. She took her time because of all the dirts that got rubbed on her today, after she was done she stepped out wrapped in her towel. "You can go in" She turned to Adrian who went on to wash up. But instead of changing, she picked up her phone to check the internet as she was unable to hold in her curiosity of how they felt about her. But the moment she saw the photos of her in tatters and dirt being used as a meme by her fans, Isabella felt like all the image that she spent years to build at the moment crumbled straight to the ground.

For the first time since the night of the fire, I felt whole. Because tonight, the world didn’t see Isabella. It saw Marisol Abram, the heiress who rose from the flames. And this time, she wasn’t going anywhere.

I pause to listen to the slightest sign of a human heartbeat or sound. excuse me ma'am, are you looking for boss? yes please I replied startled by Mary oh, he travelled for a business appointment he would be back in two days, according to him a business appointment during a weekend? yes ma, thats what he said okay thank you Mary and please I keep reminding you calling me Isabella makes me more comfortable I said managing a smile. I will try to remember that, Isabella Walking back to my room in disappointment, I pondered on the possibility of Ace actually going for an appointment, he probably went to have a nice time with his numerous women or probably on a vacation with one.

They wanted Arthur to come inside so they could honor him as the brother of the Alpha King, but he shook his head. “I’m in a hurry. I just came to drop off Isabella,” he said curtly and left without another word. Now, Isabella was alone in her old pack—and their true colors quickly became clear. “Bella, go to your old room and put your things there,” Linda ordered sharply. Isabella blinked in surprise. They changed so swiftly. George stepped forward, trying to intervene. “Linda, she’s married to the Alpha King now. Shouldn’t we let her stay in the royal guest room?”

I said. “Aunty T, if I'm following correctly. Are you saying that Bella is the missing daughter of the Powell family?” Lissa asked, surprised. “Thee, Isabella Powell that has been missing for 15 years?” She added, getting excited. I looked at my mother, shocked waiting for her to answer. “Yes that is what I was coming around to say but you beat me to it,” she said, sighing. “Bella, your biological name is Isabella Powell. You were kidnapped and sold to traffickers but somehow ended up in the orphanage where we found you,” she added.

She didn't give a damn who I was. It wasn’t because of anything but i think she thinks im safe and familiar. And that was what started to unsettle me. Because she reminded me of someone that is totally not familiar with her and that is the woman I met earlier, Elira. Elira Basha. It was a weird comparison because Isabella was a girl growing up in a gilded cage, half Marcini and raised under Marco’s shadow for years. But Elira? She was royalty in a different kind of kingdom and daughter of the Albanian boss.

Isabella’s poor mother had never known about her husband’s extra-marital affairs, not even in her death. I will never come back to this place ever again. Inside the house, Sandra watched as Isabella dragged her suitcase out the front door, and a wicked smile curled on her lips as she turned to her mother. "Good riddance!" She said. "Time to being a new chapter of our lives " … Five years later, a knock came on the front door of an apartment in San Francisco. "I'm coming." Isabel, as she preferred being called put away her latest designs. She wasn't expecting any visitors.