Novel & Cerita Phineas X Isabella

My clothes stuck to my body, my entire frame trembling from the cold. Almost there. I encouraged myself as the house gate finally came into view. I’m Isabella Santos. Just a simple girl from the countryside who somehow caught the attention of the almighty Xavier Gustavo…the heir to Gustavo Group Limited, the wealthiest and most powerful family in California. Or should I say... unlucky? Sigh. Xavier met me at the coffee shop where I worked and confessed his love. It felt like a dream come true. I had always crushed on him, and now, I'm engaged to him.

Isabella grew up in Anji Village outside Silvana City. Her mom owned a two-bedroom house with a large courtyard in front and at the back. Vegetable patches are full and hibiscus flowers surrounding the wall. There’s a small pathway of pebbles from the entrance to the house, so when it rains, mud won't get on shoes.

Xavier asked, looking up with a bewildered expression. "I am not your father, Xavier. I am Isabella's dad, and, as her dad, I am asking you to show me your worth. My daughter is a well-known lawyer; therefore, I don't think you're a suitable match for her," he said, his voice cold and final.

Isabella Sean: Standing at about 5"9 feet with long flowing dark hair and deep brown eyes, she exudes an aura of elegance and sophistication. Isabella is the lady betrothed to Lucas Blackwood due to familial arrangements. Unlike Lucas, she wholeheartedly fell for Lucas and loves him very much and as such is enraged at Roseline's sudden entrance into the Frey. She makes several attempts to erase and send Roseline out of the picture through sending spies like Kyle and using Lillian's connections, genuinely praying for Lucas to one day see her in a loving light.

I felt a bit anxious, worried about what Alex's friend might say about me, especially if they knew where we had met. "She's Isabela Heyes.. Mon futur amour." I don't know, but they looked at us and exchanged glances, then smiled broadly. "You're lucky you found her, Xander. When will it be my turn?" Xavion said, smiling at me because I've been wondering since earlier. "Hi Bella, I'm Xavion, and this is Daichi. Forgive us; we're a bit drunk, so we're not on our best behavior."

Next to it? A photograph. One was a faded photograph of a girl laughing, her eyes bright. Her hair whipping in the wind. The next was a current photo. Isabella, leaving Jaxon Corp with Damian Knight And a note scrawled in ink: Phase One: Complete.

Xavier deceitfully said. "Damn!" Isabella told him. "Say that to your council, or better, to one of the prostitutes you have for a concubine." "You seem not to believe me." Xavier is still defending his ego. "You have forgotten me easily; you have forgotten that I, Isabella, can't be easily deceived. I can not spend the rest of my precious life with a womanizer like you. Xavier I do not love you; please get that into your head." She shouted at him.

One of the board of directors announce earning a standing ovation,Isabelle and Xander lock gazes. 'I'm Isabelle Augustyn' Her eyes seems to repeat to Xander 'All I needed was justice' her low grunt repeat itself in his ears,he look away engulfed in the whole situation,he as a sinking feeling about this whole event,people thought the Augustyn's are all dead and now Isabelle just publicly announced indirectly that she's an Augustyn which is fatal.

"Xavier, that's what happened, I saw your brother's men out there in the market when I was trying to get something from a store," Isabella said with a frown on her pretty face. It happens that Xavier (the brother of the red man with a red Scorpion tattoo) is the same as Mr. Xavier Collins. And Mrs. Collins is the Isabella that Xavier met in the backyard, cultivating under the oak tree.

The days after the funeral were the darkest of Xander's life. Not because of grief—though there was that too, a quiet ache for a man he'd barely known but had come to respect. Not because of the strain of watching Ella fall apart, of holding her while she cried, of pretending he had answers when he had nothing but questions. But because of Isabella. She'd been waiting for him when he got home from the cemetery. Not at his penthouse—she wasn't stupid enough to invade his private space—but on his phone, her voice smooth and confident, her demands clear.