Refugee Isabel Novels & Stories

This topic couldn't go on and on. "Do that, Liam is waiting for you," Helena said and ended the call while Isable went to her car to go home. She returned to Rome and had been staying with Helena and Liam from the past two months now. Helena was the first person she called after that horrible day, The day when Isabel left Viso forever and came to her friend.

"Mr. Hans, please, I know you hate me! People in your country hate me, but now, something has happened to Nathan! I'm from Angolla, so I'm familiar with that place. Let me go! I can save Nathan." Hah! Are you perhaps doing this to escape? "Although Mateo didn't think Isla could escape, he still asked this question." "However, Isla shook her head and said, ""Look, where can I go now? My country has betrayed me, so I won't have a home no matter where I try to escape too. After all, I was the raised who raise Nathaniel. Now that something has happened to him, I can't sit here and ignore it! Furthemore, this place is dangerous, but none of you are familiar with this land. So, you should let me s

“This is Isabella’s real record. Four abortions, caught cheating in casinos seven times, and suspected of selling arms routes from three families. Her child, no matter whose, shouldn’t ever be born.” I looked at the file and suddenly laughed. “Silas, Father told me a consigliere shouldn’t interfere in family violence.” “That’s true,” he said, kissing my forehead. “But it’s a man’s duty to protect his fiancée.” Three days later, news came from Colombia. Isabella accidentally triggered a landmine on the farm. She was blown to pieces, along with her precious child. After kneeling at the blast site all night, Theo requested to return to Sicily the next day.

“I just got a message from a nurse about one of the girls Amber and I rescued. She said it wasn’t urgent, but that they wanted me to visit her and see if I could help.” Joseph took her hand. “She needs the angel.” “Stop it.” Isabella blushed. “So, what are you going to do?” Kelly sipped more of her tea. “I guess I’ll be going there tomorrow.” “Which one is it?” Kelly asked another question looking at Brent and then back at Isabella. “Julecia Herrera but I don’t remember all of the girls. There are sixty-five after all.” Kelly thought. “I remember some very short girls from Colombia. I wonder if it's one of them?”

A fair few intakes of breaths can be heard but no one mutters a single word. "He beat the sh*t out of Isabella when she was only 18 months old and her mother uprooted her to Malaga in Spain, she was sheltered in the life that was supposed to be hers but she knew nothing of it. When Andrea found out that Alexei knew of their whereabouts, she moved to Los Angeles. We all lived in Malaga but then I moved here and my mom, dad and sister stayed there while I sent money to them each month. Isabella is a proud woman and if she found out that you knew what I'm about to tell you... I'm as good as dead"

Her father pleaded with her once more to go back to London and reject Angelo's proposal. "My mind is already made up dad, so please stop trying to convince me otherwise, you will only be making things more difficult for me," Isabella said sternly to her father. Since they didn't have any where else to go, Isabella and her family made use of the hospital's facilities. She had a few relatives in Panama but they refused to show their faces or lend a helping hand because they were afraid of becoming Angelo's targets.

The people admired their rulers, not only for their commitment to the kingdom's well-being but also for the love and unity they embodied. On a day that marked the anniversary of Isabella's passing, the kingdom came together to celebrate her memory and honor the ongoing work of the Princess Isabella Foundation. Gabriel, Elena, and Sofia stood before the gathered crowd, sharing stories of love, resilience, and the power of making a difference. It was a bittersweet moment, as they remembered Isabella's impact and the love that had sparked their own journeys.

It had been Isela the one who had saved her. “Yes, Isela is here, not Maria Fernanda.” “I’m sorry.” And then, Maria Fernanda hugged her tightly. At one of the furthest tables in that cafeteria, Stefan could see Elijah’s hand waving at him. Wuoo, it was such a new way to greet him. “Hello, Elijah!” Stefan greeted. “How have you been, Stefan?” “Mmm, I think that everything is perfect.” “Good to hear that.” “Well, why did you want to see me?”

Our last conversation didn't pan out too well. I said nothing, instead I waited for her to speak. "They took them," she said with a low voice, almost a whisper. "They're gone. Cassandra... she took them." "Took who?" I asked, trying to get her to speak coherently. "Paula and Julian. She called me on Julian's phone!" "Where are you?" I asked, a bit more forceful than I intended. "The train station," she said. Suddenly, Isabella started to hyperventilate. She was talking at the same time, making it worrying for me.

Isabella’s poor mother had never known about her husband’s extra-marital affairs, not even in her death. I will never come back to this place ever again. Inside the house, Sandra watched as Isabella dragged her suitcase out the front door, and a wicked smile curled on her lips as she turned to her mother. "Good riddance!" She said. "Time to being a new chapter of our lives " … Five years later, a knock came on the front door of an apartment in San Francisco. "I'm coming." Isabel, as she preferred being called put away her latest designs. She wasn't expecting any visitors.