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Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

she replies, making him smile. "Alpha Taylor Swan. Is he your brother in question?" the king asks, making Isabella turn toward the younger alpha, making him grit his teeth, and giving her a deadly stare. "Y... yes," she says, feeling fear for her and her sister. There was too much she was hurting, too much she was hiding, and sadly... she had a long hard life of recovery ahead of her. But if my brother was her mate, I have no doubt he would protect her. She was in good hands now... IF she accepted him.

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

“ Dad ,do not say that . You mentioned you could pass for you loved her . I did not want to loose another parent again after Mom passed . I told you the first day she scalded tea on my arms you — ” “ It was a mistake ” Mr Blair interrupted Isabella . “ Yes , every evil she does is a mistake . I am done with everything related to your wife . You promised you won't be with another after mom's death but you are did the opposite and with a she-devil who doesn't care about others just herself. You just ruined my mood .I hate her and Dad if she tries to be nice towards me in pretence , I would sting her hard like a deadly scorpion with no remorse .”

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Isabella walked into the living room with a gift she had prepared earlier. She saw the back of a girl in a dress, her long, slightly wavy hair falling down her back. The view from behind looked elegant and charming, but she wondered what she looked like from the front. Isabella smiled as she spoke, her voice clear and loud like the most noble princess in the entire palace. Even her laughter sounded like silver bells. She said, "Is this the long-lost cousin? Hello, my name is Isabella Whitmore."

He lets out a bark of laughter when Alexei says something to him. One of the older women spots me, and getting up, she walks toward us. Holy crap. She moves with so much grace I feel a little intimidated. “This must be Anya. I’ve heard so much about you.” She gives me a comforting smile, and surprisingly it sets me at ease. “I’m Isabella. Alexei’s wife.” We shake hands. “It’s a pleasure meeting you.” If I remember correctly, she rescues sex slaves. “I’ve heard amazing things about you,” I add.

I say with a shaking voice, but Selene stops me with a hand gesture. “I think I better explain this, Isabella.” She says with seriousness written all over her gorgeous face. Her eyes never leave Ivy’s. I nod. “This is going to take a while, and I hope you will all forgive me for not explaining sooner. Isabella is my granddaughter, and by that association she has divine blood in her veins. And that means Isaiah, Gabriel and Elise are my great grandchildren.” She smiles at my children. All of them stare at her with awe and confusion. “But that is actually what is most important today.” She sighs. “Something happened last night, an

Chapter 88: A Mother's Unspoken Plea As the words left Ilyana's lips, "You are my daughter, Isabel... And I am your mother," Isabel's reaction was swift and visceral. She stood up abruptly with her eyes wide in shock and disbelief. "N-no... Your Excellency... You are mistaken... I... My mother... is Teressa... She was the one who gave birth to me," Isabel insisted, her voice trembling with the weight of the unexpected revelation.

Breathing heavily, she turned to a maid who had cautiously entered the room. "Call April," Isabella ordered, her voice icy with barely contained wrath. The maid nodded and hurried out, returning moments later with a nervous-looking April. Isabella's eyes locked onto April, blazing with hatred. "You!" Isabella spat, her voice trembling with fury. "You think you can take my place, don’t you? That you can worm your way into Lucifer’s favor?" April shook her head, her eyes wide with fear. "No, my lady, I would never—"

Mateo stood at her other side, his wound healing but his pride frayed at the edges. Cameras clicked like a hailstorm. Reporters surged forward. But Isabella raised one hand, and silence fell. “I am Isabella Herrera Castellano,” she began, her voice smooth and unyielding. “And I speak today not as someone hiding behind men or lineage—but as the rightful heir of both.” She let that settle. “Last night, this estate was attacked. The man responsible is dead. But his ambition lives on—in whispers, in knives hidden beneath courtly smiles. Let this be known: I will not be moved by fear. I will not bow to the threats of those who think