Isla Moon Net Worth Novels & Stories

Theon chuckled humorlessly and you could see how hard he was trying to control his anger so as not to lash out at her. His eyes were cold when he stopped laughing “Is that what love is to you?” he scoffed “Sleeping with your friends’ husbands? Striking deals and sabotaging people just to climb to the top?” A flicker of defiance flashed in Isla’s eyes and for a brief second, gone was the guilt mask she had slipped on. Her lips curled with venom as she eyed the women who had once called themselves her friends with disdain. “Those men came to me” she sneered “They offered me things. The luxury mansion, the brand deals and paid vacations. Money that I never asked for and I took it”

My grandfather instead of speaking, had raised his hands hitting it across my face. I stumbled backward in disbelief with my hands going over my cheeks. Meanwhile Dario took a step forward standing in front of me. “I don't care what has happened but no one can lay a hand on his woman.” He said boldly. “Just look at yourself siding with this seductress.” “You can’t speak to her in that manner.” Dario said. “I’m only saying what I know about Dario.” He said. “ Isla holds the power of the moon inside of her, if she didn’t have interest in you first, the mate bonds would not have formed. It is because of her that both of you are mates.”

Children of the Moon Clan are extremely rare. Children born from the Dawn, Sun, and the Sunset Clan are not. It was difficult for the Moon Clan’s females to get pregnant and that is why they aged slower then the other Clans. Fifty years in the Dawn, Sun, and Sunset clan was only twenty in the Moon Clan. But a night between the Moon Clan Princess and the Dawn Clan’s King Janus one night at a party made Princess Luna a target. Having no other choice, Princess Luna gave birth to their child and sent her through a portal into the Human Realm. When she dropped her little baby girl off at the human hospital in Montana, she named her Nyx Aurora.

she rose up from the chair “in Spain they are still an item of luxury plus the one here costs around Four hundred thousand dollars" Isabel moved away from the dinner table to the telephone across the dining room. “Who is this?" She spoke loudly that Killian couldn't help but overhear. “Right Tory,” she rolled her eyes, " why do I have to do an interview with Elara Voss? Rivals? Giving the public what they want. I loath that woman… sixteen million dollars for appearance?..." She paused “alright fine. I'm doing this cause it's going to help for the fashion show the day after tomorrow”

“This has to be a mistake.” “Or maybe someone finally realized your work is worth more than they pay you, which it is.” Isla teased, bumping her hip into mine. “Girl, maybe the universe is giving you a raise.” I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, right. The universe owes me a vacation and a new life, not extra zeros in my account.” Isla sighed and placed her hands on her hips, then pursed her lips in thought. “You know, I think I’ve heard that name before. Cole Maddox… sounds familiar.”

"Good. That is the answer I was hoping for." She reached into a drawer beside her chair and pulled out a small leather pouch. She held it out to Lyra. "Take this. It belonged to my grandmother, and her grandmother before her. It has been passed down through the generations of wolf-less women in my family." Lyra took the pouch and opened it. Inside was a small, smooth stone, dark as night, with a single silver thread running through its centre. "What is it?" she asked. Elara's voice dropped to something almost reverent. "A moonstone. It is said to carry the essence of the moon goddess herself. It will protect you when the darkness comes."

The Vale family's money was old and vast, rich enough to rival a small country's treasury. And the rumors about the Vale heir were worse. People said he was worth over a hundred billion dollars and could crush a man's career with one phone call but that he was also paralyzed, vicious-tempered, ice-cold, and maybe even the kind of man who liked breaking women for sport. No. She was not going to lie here and let this happen to her. Isla lowered her lashes. Beneath them, her eyes were clear and unclouded, and they were already searching the room for a way out. She reached for the top button of her blouse then looked up, all wide-eyed innocence.

And Isla… Isla lying there like a wilted flower, arms wrapped around herself, trembling. The Luna gasped. “Oh Moon Goddess…” “Now do you believe me?” I asked, stepping back, folding my arms across my chest smugly. Her lips parted as if to say something but no words came out. I could see her hands trembling, her entire frame shaking. She hadn’t expected this. Maybe no mother would. But she had to know that this was what came of raising a girl like Isla, soft, defiant, and entirely too trusting. “She’s not… she can’t be…” she whispered.

“But if you ask me? You can forget about that hundred-million-dollar contract. You’re not signing it again.” “Are you seriously telling me to forget about a hundred-million-dollar contract?” “Why not?” Xander shrugs like it’s no big deal. “Once the Moon Goddess punishes someone, there’s no going back. Maybe try crawling back to your ex-wife, get down on your knees, beg for forgiveness. Who knows, maybe then your precious contract will come floating back.” That does it. I lunge toward him, fists clenched, but Mason steps in just in time, grabbing my arm and yanking me back.

The next day, I was scrolling through my phone when I came across Isabella’s Instagram. Her latest post was a photo of her and Marcus in the medical lab, their heads bent together as they studied a computer screen, engrossed in conversation. Beneath the picture, Isabella had written: "Exploring the clinical applications of Moonlight Therapy with Marcus. This revolutionary research is going to change the future of lycan medicine! Thank you to my brilliant research partner for his unwavering support. #MoonlightTherapy #LunaMedicalAwardHereICome"