Sino Si Tiya Isabel Novels & Stories

She moved to stand. “Don’t you think you should rest after—?” Layla started to ask, but Sierra shook her head. “No, let her go. She can handle this.” Sierra stood, pulling Isabella into a gentle but fierce hug before she whispered, “Go give my idiot brother hell.”

“I’m talking to you. Cat got your tongue? Say something, damn it!” “Sorry for disturbing your rest.” Isabella bent forward again, her voice as flat and even as before. Her short, uneven hair curtained her face, hiding the storm behind her eyes. Compared to the vicious tricks she had endured in prison, Tiana’s childish taunts were nothing. Tiana, however, wanted a reaction. She wanted Isabella to lash out, to cry, to scream—anything. But Isabella remained silent, calm, infuriatingly detached. With a huff, Tiana flopped back on her bed, returning to her phone, her satisfaction sour.

“Best not to talk about it here.” “Is it about Nico?” I asked, watching the expression on Titus’ face change at the mention of his name. Sanda’s grip on my arm tightened. “Spill it. How bad is it?” “Is he dead?” I managed to croak out. Titus shook his head, “No, he’s about to get married to Isobel Vasquez, daughter of Don Carlo Vasquez, one of the most powerful Cartel bosses.” “It would have been better if he’d died!” Sanda spat out.

My heart hammers against my ribs so hard I can feel it in my throat, in my ears, and drowning out everything else. Isabel Queens, not just Isabel but Queens. I push away from the door and move to my desk, collapsing into the leather chair. For a moment, I just sit there, staring at nothing, and trying to process. Then I pull out my phone and start searching, my fingers clumsy with adrenaline. I type her name into G****e, and the results load almost instantly. My breath catches. There she is. Professional headshots from three years ago—Isabel Queens at a charity gala, Isabel Queens at a business conference, Isabel Queens shaking hands with some politician whose name I don't bother to read.

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.

“Perhaps not yet. But do you think our enemies will not use her against you? Do you think your they will not see this as a sign of weakness?” I clenched my jaw. I hated this. Hated that they weren’t wrong. “She is under my protection,” I said. “No one will touch her.” His lips thinned. “And what of the contract?” My muscles tensed. I knew this would come up. The contract that bound Isabella to my Mafia—an arrangement to settle her family’s debt. “She is already your mate,” Elias continued. “There is no need to keep her tied by a contract. Let her go.”

“We had a really nice talk about you,” Isobel spoke. “She told me that she can see that Christian still loves you and that she feels sorry about everything.” “Really?” I asked suspiciously. It sounded funny, coming from the woman who supposedly tried to take Siena away from me. “Yes, really!” Isobel reassured me. “She said she never wanted things to go like this and that you are not the person she thought you were,” Isobel spoke. That sounded more like Cesca. “She wanted you to come to her and to talk to her so she could deal with Gina—“

Isabela approached me with a sinister smile on her face, her eyes shining with malice. She was no longer hiding under the mask of good manners, and her words were direct and cruel. "Do you really think you can have something with the prince? You know he's promised to Lyandra, don't you? You better stay away from him, if you don't want your life to turn into hell," Isabela threatened, getting even closer. My hands trembled with anger, and my eyes threw flames. How dare she threaten me in this way? I wasn't the kind of person who let himself be easily intimidated, and his audacity only made me even more determined.

“Caspian Leila” “Leila ...” Damien muttered, handing over the sketch to Steve. “Lets’ see if we can track the name on our database and see if it truly matches ***************** Every one of them is set for the trip to Singapore that evening, Isabella and the group would be taking three cars from the transport firm. Benny and Cynthia would be in one, Jake would be in another whilst Isabella would be in the last. Isabella got down from the car immediately she got to the gate of the house, she was about walking in when someone greeted her making her heart skip a little

tanong ng isang babae na nasa likod ko pala. “Ha?” lutang na tanong ko sa kanya kaya naman natawa siya. “Pasensya na, narinig kong kinakausap mo yung sarili mo e,” natatawang aniya kaya napangiwi na lang ako. “Tara sabay na tayo? Wala rin akong friends dito e,” aya niya at naupo na sa bakanteng lamesa sa cafeteria. “I’m Ysobelle, Yso na lang. Ikaw?” tanong ko at sumubo ng fish fillet. Halos mapapikit ako dahil sa sarap ng pagkain nila.