Lady Isabella Novels & Stories

“You just barged in here and told me to—” “Five minutes, Isabella.” I turned on my heel. “Don’t make me carry you.” I didn’t wait for her response though. … “Youve never taken me anywhere nice, infact you've never even taken me anywhere aside your stupid villa.” Isabella muttered as we stepped out of the car. I smirked. “You think this is nice?” She turned, opening her mouth—only to freeze. I watched as her eyes widened, taking in the scene before her.

She did not yet trust him, and rightly so—Luca’s return added a layer of uncertainty that neither history nor loyalty could clarify. Despite her wariness, Isabella remained in control. She strategically positioned herself at the center of the library, the tome still open before her, allowing her to appear absorbed in study while observing Luca’s cautious steps. The subtle dance of presence and attention, of power and observation, was a rhythm she had mastered over years of navigating male-dominated rooms filled with danger and influence.

“Hyde doesn’t keep as many mistresses as the other men in the kingdom. And I’ve heard all the recent rumors. People are talking. They’re saying that since he married you, he’s stopped seeing other women. You’re the only one he’s interested in now.” I stared at her, shocked. “What are you saying?” She smiled warmly. “Lady Isabella is trying to manipulate you. She’s trying to get you to join her side, to turn against your husband. She’s been doing it to everyone she sees as a tool to get rid of Hyde and make her husband the next king, She wants you to feel insecure, to doubt him, so you’ll fall into her game.” My mind raced. Could it be true? Was she really just

Just before Felix could answer, Philippians butt in. "Your Majesty, Lady Isabel can cure you with a much more effective antidote than the ones you were taking." I creased my eyebrows. "What do you mean?" Did he say much effective antidote? "Are you certain about that?" Philippians nodded. He explained that the woman named Lady Isabel was currently residing at the Meadow Forest as a rogue. I was curious at first and suspected her to be part of Magnius Lothim but she showed that she has no ill intention of harming my son. She helped Commander Cornelius to heal his wounds back in the days he was injured from attempting to go to the hideout.

All eyes fell on the lady in question, and I wasn't particularly sure I liked the manner Isabella referred to her. What did she mean by 'little date'. I watched as the lady squirmed in her seat, clearly feeling displaced from the group. "So, Larissa, I hear you work as a maid in the Vassallo manor." Isabella said, sounding rather.... mockful. That didn't sit well with me, because it reminded me of a part of my life I didn't wish to remember. "Yes, I do." Larissa muttered, unable to meet their eyes. I felt my face burn up in embarrassment.

Lady Isabella is a nice lady, she's not only famously because she's a lady-in-wait of the Princess but because she's a beautiful young lady, despite the reputation of her family she still bare to be the beautiful daughter of Prevotte and she's also quite the intelligent. As soon as Sapphire meet her into her gaze she hustly smile. "Lady Isabella, how are you and Lord Finn's doing? " Sapphire asked. "Pardon me princess, my relationship with Lord Finn was quite fun actually, I love how playful he was despite being cold when it comes to work, he's a great man with delight and humor, I was honoured to meet such man." Isabella answer

She finished, before walking away. Jace sighed in defeat, knowing that there was nothing he can do to change Bella's mind once she has made a decision. Though one thing was clear: Isabella was ready to do everything to make the Sicilians pay the price for what they did. She will kill, torture, and fight without letting anything hinder plans. After all, she's only a survivor, trying to survive; it was Isabella's ever known, she's only doing what she must to stay alive.

Jean came into the inn’s room where Ivar was finishing writing his report to his mother and bowed to him. “Your Excellency, I’ve found out the lady’s identity.” “So? Who is she?” What was her connection to the Heart? What was her connection to him? “The lady is the young miss Elena, from the house of Earl Valverde.” The secretary’s shoulders trembled, afraid of revealing some information that would piss off his young master. “Marquis Doria has arrived at the Count’s manor today, and it’s rumored that his intention is to ask for Miss Valverde’s hand in marriage.”

“Please do me the honor of removing yourself from my lap, this spot is reserved for someone else.” He winked as he fired his demand, his hand catching hers just before hitting his face. “Try that again and you’ll bear the consequences. Now leave!” * * * Meanwhile, inside their matrimonial room, Isabella was struggling to relax. For some odd reason, she was not able to do it, even after she took a long and well-deserved bath. Her mind kept going to that dreadful contract that she had signed without reading the terms, compelled by her momentary fear of not seeing her sister alive.

“What's your name? “he broke the ice and said it like it was nothing. “Are you asking me? “I took a hearing aid out of my ear. “Yes, who else would I ask that question to if it's just the two of us going here? “This time he took off his glasses and wanted to penetrate me with his eyes, they were honey colored, but I could perceive something else about him, something that only us women can feel when a guy tries to see you with that mischievousness. “My name is Isabella, but I feel better if you just call me Isa," I answered kindly, "What's your name?