Isabella Tpn Novels & Stories

Not because the birth was perfect or the timing was right or Isabella arrived without complications. We won because we're all here. All fighting. All refusing to surrender to the statistics and trauma and every voice that said this was impossible. That's the sound of everything worth fighting for. The cry of a daughter who exists because her parents loved each other enough to try. They discharge me after two days, but Isabella stays. NICU babies have to meet milestones before going home: breathing independently, maintaining temperature, feeding well. Dr. Torres says she's ahead of schedule, but it could still be weeks.

“You will leave this family once you are discharged. We will send you to England. Somewhere nobody will know you are connected to us.” They turned to leave. No comfort. No sympathy. No glance back. The door closed. And the room went silent again. Beep… beep… beep… Isabella stared at the ceiling, tears sliding into her hair. Her baby was gone. Her family was gone. She felt hollow. Like someone had scooped out everything inside her and left only pain behind. Minutes passed. Or hours. She didn’t know. Then, slowly, she pulled the IV needle from her hand. She slid her legs off the bed, her knees buckling the moment her feet touched the floor. She grabbed the wall for support.

— Elsewhere in the city, Tania strolled into a quiet café where Isabela already sat, sipping something iced and bitter. They didn’t greet each other like allies. More like reflections in a mirror. “You know,” Tania said, sliding into the chair across from her, “it’s usually the scorned woman who sends the scandal to the press. You’ve got an edge to you.” Isabela smiled. “I’m just here to remind the world that some ghosts still haunt the living.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a silver USB. Pushed it across the table. Tania raised an eyebrow. “What’s this?”

Gunnar followed close behind, face grim. *** Minutes later, Alpha Gunnar and Luna Isabella were ushered into the emergency room. The air smelled of antiseptic, blood, and fear. Doctors and nurses worked frantically around Mason’s bed, faces tight with concentration. Their expressions betrayed little hope, but he was the Alpha’s son, they were giving everything they had. The moment Isabella saw her son lying there, pale, blood-soaked, tubes and wires snaking across his bare chest, hot tears streamed faster than ever.

She stretched her fingers, pressing them lightly against the cool, clear plastic of the incubator. “Ivan,” she breathed, the sound a mixture of tears and disbelief. “You are real. You are here.” Tears, thick and fast, began to flow down her temples, soaking into the pillow without a sound. These were not the controlled, internal tears of grief, but a raw, cleansing flood of sheer, physical relief. She had been separated from them for two weeks, convinced in her subconscious that the ultimate price had been paid. Now, the absolute truth was undeniable. Dr. Petrova, recognizing the critical nature of the moment, stepped forward quietly. “We can transfer Ivan to you now, Isabella. It will only

She gestured toward the hospital bed where Tanya continued playing her game, looking as healthy as any six-year-old I'd ever seen. "Tanya was feeling a little sick. She said her tummy hurt after all that wedding cake.She kept saying she missed her daddy and wanted to see you," Isabella continued. "I didn't know what else to do." I looked around the room more carefully, taking in details I'd missed in my initial rush of concern. IV bags hung by the bed, dripping saline into waste bins on the floor. Not into the child. Elara appeared beside me, taking in the scene with obvious confusion.

Chapter 46 - Fallen For Bruno. MONALISA PARKER'S POV, We arrived at the hospital, and Isabella was hooked up to an IV drip, all through the entire time, my eyes had never departed from Bruno, his tenderly care towards Isabella had completely captivated my heart, Unable to withstand the mixed emotions that coursed through me, I couldn't bear to stay in the room any longer, I found my way out of the room, towards the entrance, and as soon as I got out of everyone's reach, I called Missy,

She set the cup down when he entered. "Ethan, I gave Isabella a sedative. she hasn't slept in twenty-four hours; she needs the rest," she said. "She needs a cranial scan at the hospital tomorrow." Ethan gave a curt nod. "I heard you collapsed today. Are you alright?" Jess asked, her voice turning performative. "You have to take care of yourself. Not just for you, but for Isabella. She isn't out of the woods yet. She might need a third surgery."

She told me. That some good news. Tessa had made it out. “Thank you. What can you do for Isla?” I asked. “I’m gonna need some herbs…But Adrian, she’s heavily infected. It’ll be a miracle if she survives.” She responded.

Isabella lied, her eyes welling up with tears, fighting to fall, but she forced them back, trying to maintain a composed facade. After spending time with her mother, Isabella went to see the doctor to ask more about her mother's condition. “She’s getting better as you can see,” the doctor said, his voice firm. “But the last lab results we did still indicate COPD (Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease).” “She’ll be fine, Mr. Victor Mason has ordered we continue her treatment and he promised to cover any additional expenses, so I guess you have nothing to worry about.” The doctor added softly as he closed the patient file before him.