Lady Isabella Novels & Stories

“Stop there!” Isabella ordered Liam as he tried to leave the room. Immediately, Liam froze in his tracks and turned to face Isabella, who was gracefully lying on the bed. Isabella had been feeling inferior since Liam indirectly turned down her offer the previous night. She couldn’t believe he had resisted her temptation. Now, she was planning to make life difficult for him.

Her eyes locked on Isabella like a wolf spotting a bleeding doe. “Well, well,” Ma Hilda said, stepping fully into the room. “Six years. I was beginning to think you’d vanished for good.” Isabella didn’t even flinch. She simply met her gaze. “Hello, ma’am.” “I see nothing has changed,” Macy said, crossing her arms. “Still clinging to Xavier when he’s vulnerable.” Camille’s nostrils flared. “Back off.” “No,” Isabella said calmly, placing a hand on Camille’s arm. “Let them speak.”

My identity was the only thing I had left. “I—“ I didn’t have the words, and I couldn’t form a sentence; I only stared at him as if he had grown two horns. Kill Isabella Monroe, the woman who was betrayed, the woman who trusted too easily, the woman who lost everything because she was too blinded to see the truth. Those were the words that rang in my head. "Do you think you're strong enough for that?" he asked, his voice quieter now. "You're falling apart over your face, Isabella . What makes you think you can get revenge when you're losing your mind over a scar?"

With her wedding approaching, she became the center of attention. Whenever people spoke about me now, they simply shook their heads. “Lady Leanora… What a waste of her title as the Royal City’s finest noble lady.” “Exactly. She’s beautiful, elegant, educated, and skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. However, with a sister like that beside her, what can she offer?” One day, Rosalind cornered me in the study and pressed her hand down on my brush.

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.”

She ran past Isabella and into the restroom. "Talk about Deja vu," Isabella smirked, stepping back into the restroom after the lady. She found the lady applying lip gloss on her lip, and her smile grew. She coughed to draw attention to herself. "Who the hell are you?" Isabella stepped closer to her with a hard expression on her face. Before the lady could get her intentions, Isabella grabbed her by the hair, and slam her head on the countertop. "What is your name?" She held the lady’s hair so tight and tilt her face upward.

The maid's gaze was unwavering, her posture composed as she listened to Lady Isabella's instructions. "You need to leave the palace immediately," Lady Isabella urged, her voice urgent. "Liam and I have covered our tracks, but we can't risk you being exposed." The maid's agreement was swift, her voice determined. "I understand. I'll leave at once." As the maid left the room, Lady Isabella turned to her son, her expression triumphant. "Our alliance is strong," she said, her voice filled with satisfaction. "We'll bring Adolph to his knees."

“They might be scared of you, Oswald, but I’m not!” “You really should be!” Isabelle shook her head and looked very sympathetic. “You just don’t understand do you, Oswald. I’m not just any old member of the Brethren. I’m the main man…if you’ll pardon the expression.” She ran her hands down her body and gave the most horrible leer that Alice had ever seen in her life. David ignored it. David took another step forward and Belinda saw Isabelle lift a foot, as if about to take a step backward. The foot was placed back down on the surface and she knew then that he/she/it had wanted to retreat but didn’t want to lose face.

Waking up I looked around, I saw two men , one behind me and the other behind my mother, they looked so deadly and ready to kill, I looked at my mother , she was half asleep on the chair she was tied to , she looked so pail , I felt my tears roll out . The door opened , there he was , the demon , SANTIAGO. "The main guest finally arrived , how're are you Isabella, you see when I asked my boys not to get you from your apartment forcefully, they thought I didn't know what I was doing, I told them I loved my women obedient and willing , hahahaha" his dreadful laughter resounded in the room "You don't need to keep her here , I'm here already" " She is the only tool to compel your obedience Milad

The lady pressed on with her advertisement, flashing the card across Isabella's face every now or then. Isa kept mute. How on earth would she make this lady understand that she wasn't interested in her loungebuddy advertisement?