Isla Moon Net Worth Novels & Stories

Liam shifted his gaze towards Isabella briefly before returning his attention to his mother. Liam shook his head nonchalantly when his mother asked him if he remembered Isabella. Mrs. Hamilton went on to introduce Isabella as the daughter of one of Liam's father's friends, Mr. Austin Thompson. Isabella was a talented individual with careers in App ambassador, Social media Influencer, and modeling. Recently, she had secured a significant contract in one of the highest-paying entertainment industries in the city. Mrs. Hamilton spoke with enthusiasm as she praised Isabella's achievements. Mrs. Hamilton exclaimed, holding up her hands in admiration. "Isn't she absolutely stunning?"

Lia spent the rest of Sunday at Isla's apartment, curled up on the couch with coffee that had gone cold hours ago. "You're really doing this," Isla said. It wasn't a question. "I'm really doing this." "Okay. Then we need a plan." Isla pulled out her phone. "I have a friend. She works with an exclusive service. Very high-end, very discreet. Celebrities, politicians, people who can't afford scandals." "How do you know someone like that?"

"But just so you know…if I find out that you lied to me and I in fact have a dad..I’ll never forgive you mom.” Cesari Islan Sandoval was considered the richest man in Meredor and was third richest in the world worth a lot of billions. He was referred to as a god but he was just a man with the midas touch. His empire was vast having started from scratch and he dealt in oil and gas, automobile, mining and owned a chain of hotels around the world, a shoe company called Suenos and of course Islan Sandoval foundation for the poor, homeless and disabled.

A servant crossed her with Cynthia’s coffee, and Isla gestured for her to be quiet. “At least if Aries later divorces her under any circumstances, she’d be the second richest woman in this country. Imagine!” Isla gritted her teeth, hearing her mother. “Alfred, this is our golden chance!! We must use it and who knows, maybe Veronica is dead and we’re worried for no reason.” “What about Isla? Now that she knows we killed her dear father, you think she’d support us?” Alfred asked, and the corner of Isla’s mouth curved up and she looked at her father’s picture hanging on the wall. Her black eyes depict the same mystery as her father’s.

I let the silver light flare brighter for a heartbeat “ the Moon will remind you.” Down went his head once more. Tears streamed without pause. “I agree.” I looked at Maelis. A bit of give in the threads let words slip out. “You can’t keep me like this forever,” she hissed. I won’t do that. Down on my haunches now, face even with yours. Not her. Never powerful. Those things slip away like smoke. Life stays though. Cast out past the edge. A drifter. Forgotten name. The packs catch wind of your taint sticks to your trail. Nowhere welcomes what smells of treachery. Alone you’ll stay, no friend stepping forward to stand by your side. The path stretches empty, just footsteps meeting silence until

"Mr. D'Amici keeps looking your way." Heat rises in my body and flushes my cheeks. "I don't know what you mean." I don't know if Isla knows but I feign ignorance because it feels safe. "Well, you will know," Isla laughs. "He's a very charming man. A billionaire, I think. I don't know for sure but his shipping company is super successful... as is he."

Marcus was furious when I called him. "You quit? Are you insane?" "Probably." "Elara, you can't afford to quit. You have nothing. No savings. No apartment. No…" "I know." "Then why…" "Because I couldn't stay there anymore, Marcus. I couldn't look at him every day and pretend I was fine." "Then what are you going to do?" I didn't have an answer. My phone buzzed. I looked at it away from the call. Another freelance offer. Twenty dollars for two hours of work.

, Jasmine said in my head and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. "Why is she here and why is everyone looking at me like I have grown two heads?" I asked even though I know why they were looking at me but I did not want them to think about me differently. "You know why I am here but they do not. I'm here to shed light on that", she said calmly. What's her connection to the pack? I thought Lyla only knew her from the spa. "I'm sure you're curious about what the moon goddess said on your last visit to her garden", she said and I nodded even though everyone else in the room was shocked by that realization.

and only if that consort is innocent will she be out of my wrath. My father cleared his throat, pulling back my attention. “And I learned that King Ramsey’s Luna was deposed to a slave—so you were the one. Why would he do that to the Supreme Heiress without finding out the truth?” his voice turned cold, and his facial expressions contorted.