Lady Isabella Novels & Stories

The way he said ladies made me cringe like we were something other than ladies. “Teresa Montés and Isabella Valéz.” Chino responded. “These wouldn’t be my brother’s daughters, would they? “They are.” “So, you escaped Zamora. “ “Yes,” I said. “You must be Isabella. The older one, right? “He looked me up and down. “Hmmm.” He walked over to Teresa, she looked at me nervously. She is only 19. Barely even legal in the United States. He touched her shoulder, she jumped. “It’s no reason to be afraid.” He rubbed her shoulders.

“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.

I kept them as insurance because a woman in my position could never have too many backup plans. I flipped through the pages until I found the one I was looking for. Lady Serena. A minor noble in the Lycan Kingdom. We had met at a cross territory gathering two years ago. She was sharp and ambitious and deeply resentful of anyone she considered beneath her station. We bonded over expensive wine and mutual bitterness. She also hated wolves. I picked up my phone and dialed. It rang three times before she answered. "Isabella? It has been a while. To what do I owe the pleasure?" Her voice was smooth and polished. The kind of voice that smiled even when the mouth did not.

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."

Enzo and Isaiah fell in a deep curtsey and the lady smiled when Isabella refused to follow suit despite Isaiah’s glare. “Welcome, welcome,” her voice was so eerie and soothing at the same time and they echoed through the almost empty room. She stood up and approached them with her arms outstretched, “I see you have successfully brought the promised one. What an honour.” Isaiah and Enzo straightened and Isabella took a step back as the lady’s gaze shifted to her. “Who are you people?” The question left her lips before she could stop it, but Isaiah had mentioned already that she would get answers when they get here.