Sinopsis She Is The One Novels & Stories

“Do not leave me again.” Her chest tightened painfully. Her mind screamed at her to decide. To move. To do something. But her body refused. Frozen again. Just like before. The presence behind her spoke one last time. Soft. Final. “You only get one truth.” Isabella’s vision blurred. Her heart slammed against her ribs. One step forward. One breath. One choice. Again. And this time She understood exactly what it meant. The calm version leaned closer. Right beside her ear. And whispered “If you pick her again…”

There were peacocks, flamingos and even highly ornamented elephants moving around. " This is so romantic", she said, " I was a bit annoyed when I got picked up in a van like some sort of hostage. I didn't even know that it was all for this. Thanks baby", she said as she ran and hugged Tristan. " Anything for you, my love", Tristan said. " Besides honey, I don't really remember anything much, not even our love and how we met. I'm sorry, it just seems like my head is spinning", Isabella said.

i should have asked him what she likes Oh well i think i'll prepare my favourite, basmatic rice and grilled chicken Mom taught me how to prepare it even though we are poor, she always made sure i had it on my birthdays I really miss her, i remember how she cried when i told her i was leaving I'll have to work hard and make her proud ''i muttered'' I'm sure dad is in heaven watching me and he'll surely take care of me and protect me from any danger lurking around(and by danger I mean the likes of Mr ugly) ****************************************** ONE HOUR LATER..... Perfect i said as i added the finishing touches to the food I hope she likes it, i can't afford to lose this job....... I dropp

My hands shaking. Then I saw it. Her. Isabella. There she stood on the screen, flawless in an elegant cream dress, her curls pinned back in soft waves that framed her delicate face. And beside her was him. Xavier Gustavo. Hand placed on the small of her back like he owned her. Like she belonged to him. My jaw clenched as I leaned forward, my gaze locked on the television. The press swarmed them, shoving microphones in their faces like bloodthirsty hounds. Then Isabella spoke, her voice soft, calm, sure.

He strode towards me and held my jaw in a tight grip and gritted his teeth. "There is nothing like that. Forever is a lie." He spat. "No leave me please I beg you." I pleaded. "Yes you will beg me to don't stop after I'll fuck you till your submission." He said and left my jaw throwing me on the bed. Meet two opposite souls. Isabella Campbell who got betrayed by so many close ones and doesn't believe anyone easily. Still she cares for everyone known or unknown. She think love only happens once in a life and it stays forever.

୨୧ ⏔⏔⏔⏔♡⏔⏔⏔⏔ ୨୧ Would Izzy go home to her husband… or stay with Vic for more?

The next scene of the film was Isabella's part, but Sienna destroyed her makeup. Isabella was so angry that she raised her hand to slap Sienna across the face. Of course, Sienna had already predicted that Isabella would do something like this. So before she had a chance to move her hand, Sienna seized her wrist and said, "I am one step ahead of you. I can almost predict every move you are going to make. Miss Ellish, you really haven't changed. It is so easy for you to slap in the face. You are so predictable."

“You know, Lorenzo. Is that what you want to do now? Act like you don’t recognize me because you’re scared of what happened between us? Are you losing your courage now?” My jaw locked. “Don’t provoke me.” “I’m not here for you,” she snapped back. “I’m here for my son, Matteo. I was unconscious for six weeks, i just want to see my son.” She tried to move past me. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, her body jerked in my grip. “I don’t like repeating myself,” I warned. “Who are you?” She pulled her hand free and straightened her dress. “Isabella. Isabella De Luca. And that’s what I’ll keep telling you no matter how many times you ask.”

How could he have easily written her off like that? As she lay there, she suddenly thought of something and sat up. Phil had seen her at the hospital, and it was only a matter of time before Andrew found out. If they did some digging and found out she was pregnant, ... Her mind went blank for a second before she quickly caught herself and slid off the bed. She dialed a number she had memorized as a child and waited for the person to pick up. “Isabella, ¿cómo estás?” (Isabella, how are you?)

“You girls need to see this and Bella, don’t freak out…” Before Caro could finish talking, Venita had already snatched the phone from her to study the latest gossip she was reading. “My Goodness!” Venita’s eyes rounded as she glanced at Isabella who looked lost. “Can anyone tell me what is going on right here?” Isabella questioned as her gaze moved from one person to the other. --- “T-This C-Can’t be real,” Isabella stammered while staring at the phone screen. Before her was a picture of her husband, Gerald holding a pregnant woman’s hand and no, this was not a clip from a movie scene.