Tpn Isabella

Two months ago, I was accidentally injured by a killer who came to assassinate my husband at home. I didn't expect there to be black magic curses on the silver dagger. On the night when my curse took effect, My partner—Alpha Alexander is celebrating his sister's birthday, his true love. When I tried to establish a spiritual connection with him,I have lost my wolf. When Emma called her father for help,He sneered coldly, his voice indifferent. "Isabella, using such a small child, are you worthy of being Luna?" "You are a little liar born of your mother, let her die if she wants to, don't bother me." He doesn't know that I'm really about to die.

We were enemies in disguise waiting for the perfect moment to strike first. A mafia and an assassin, each with orders to end the other. By day, I’m a quiet IT analyst. By night, the deadliest mafia in the underground. Only Isabella Moretti sees through me, the perfect manager everyone idolizes and the princess of a powerful assassin clan. Until one day, a baby is left on my doorstep and unknown men comes after it. Forced into alliance, we fight side by side in the dark while pretending we don’t want each other dead. Every other mission I’ve ever taken was easy. One clean kill and done. But nothing has ever prepared me for the most dangerous and unexpected thing I've ever faced… Falling for the woman I swore to destroy.

Seventeen-year-old Mia, the younger daughter of the Alpha Queen, never imagined she would be considered for the throne. With her brown hair and green eyes mirroring her mother’s youth, she has always lived in the shadow of her elder sister, Kate, never receiving the same love or attention, and she has never known why. Now that Kate has turned eighteen, everyone expects her to become the next Queen. But on the night before the announcement, everything changes: the great Alpha Queen Isabella was murdered. And Mia was accused. Before she can be brought to the court, Mia is saved by her enigmatic trainer, Levi, and together they flee. Their only hope lies with the Black Mountain Pack, the sanctuary for wolves who have been cast out, but danger and secrets follow them wherever they go.

He was never supposed to fall in love with her. Now he will burn the world to keep her safe. Diego De' Luca is a ruthless Italian mafia boss with blood on his hands and a lot of enemies. The bride he was promised runs away and her younger sister has to take her place. Isabella Ford is untouched, unwilling, but very prepared. She has just one agenda in the De' Luca's home and she has to see through it, even if she ends up getting caught. ******* His callous hands grabbed my arms, pinning them above my head. "You're my wife, I should know what you look like beneath those hideous clothes." "I'm going to give you five seconds to strip, or I will rip it off you."

La veille de mon mariage, je suis allée tôt à notre cathédrale pour connaître les lieux. Mais j'y ai trouvé mon fiancé et ma demi-sœur, Isabella, en train de faire l'amour sur l'autel. Notre autel. Je les ai surpris. Il ne s'est même pas excusé et m'a simplement jetée dehors, sous la tempête. Je me suis effondrée sous la pluie battante. C'est alors qu'il m'a trouvée. Alistair, le Prince Vampire. Il a traversé la tempête avec la grâce d'un dieu. Il m'a tirée de la boue et m'a offert un palais. Il a annoncé au monde entier que j'étais son âme sœur. Celle qu'il avait cherchée pendant des siècles. Son unique. Pendant cinq ans, sa dévotion a fait de moi l'objet de l'envie du monde surnaturel. J'ai cru que j'étais l'exception dans sa vie éternelle. Jusqu'à ce que je découvre sa chambre secrète. Mes doigts ont effleuré un parchemin ancien. L'écriture était tracée avec du sang. La première ligne portait son nom : Isabella. En dessous, de la main même d'Alistair : « Priorité absolue. Avant toute chose. » C'était un journal de guérisseur que je n'avais jamais vu. Le journal médical d'un vampire. La date correspondait à la nuit où j'avais découvert ma grossesse. La nuit où des loups-garous m'avaient attaquée. Ils m'avaient ramenée au château, couverte de sang. Les guérisseurs ne sont jamais venus pour moi. Je me suis réveillée seule. Le bébé avait disparu. Notre enfant. Et mes vêtements étaient trempés du sang. J'avais nettoyé toute trace. Quand il était rentré, je m'étais effondrée dans ses bras. Je ne lui avais rien dit. Je ne voulais pas qu'il ressente ma douleur. Maintenant, je comprenais. Cette même nuit, Isabella était elle aussi attaquée par des loups-garous. Et l'ordre d'Alistair à son conseil était : « Envoyez tous les guérisseurs. Isabella est la priorité. » Mon cœur s'est arrêté. Le désespoir m'a envahie. « Si je n'ai jamais été l'élue, alors garde ton éternité. Je n'en veux pas. »

—Ayúdame a fingir mi muerte y a organizar una identidad completamente nueva. —Doña —el hombre estaba claramente conmocionado—. ¿Por qué? El Don la adora. Toda Sicilia sabe que... —Eso no es asunto tuyo —lo interrumpí—. Me voy en cinco días. Al salir del mercado negro, la pantalla LED de la plaza todavía mostraba imágenes de mi fastuosa boda con el Don Alexander hace tres años, una ceremonia que costó más de quinientos millones de dólares. Todos pensaban que Alexander me amaba profundamente, y yo también lo creía. Hasta esta tarde. En nuestro tercer aniversario de bodas, regresé a Sicilia temprano y me escondí en la sala de descanso de la oficina de mi esposo, queriendo darle una sorpresa. En su lugar, vi a su secretaria escondida bajo su escritorio. Mientras el subjefe, Marco, informaba sobre las pérdidas de la operación de contrabando en el muelle, Isabella estaba arrodillada entre las piernas de Alexander, desabrochando hábilmente sus pantalones. Su cabeza subía y bajaba. Después de que Marco se fue, Isabella sonrió seductoramente. —¿Podría tu Doña atenderte de esta manera durante una reunión? La voz de Alexander estaba llena de deseo. Sus manos amasaban los pechos de ella. —Sophia es demasiado convencional, demasiado aburrida. Tú eres mucho más emocionante en la cama, pequeña zorra. Me cubrí la boca, completamente devastada. Pero cuando finalmente me fui, el Don, que me había considerado aburrida, fue quien se desmoronó por completo.

Isabella Parker is the perfectly imperfect girl with half parts sass and half parts innocence mixed with a perfect life. She has loving parents who adore her beyond anything, two younger siblings whom she loves beyond anything. She is in her graduation with 2 great friends, everything seems going perfect UNTIL ONE Day The day she gets kidnapped! One small favour to a classmate messes everything up? Or does it! Isabella has caught eye of an mysterious man, who wouldn't let her go. "LET ME GO" she shouted half scared as the man dragged and shoved her on a bed, she presumed. Obviously she presumed, she had a blindfold on from the moment she woke up. "The sooner you stop fighting the better for you" he replied in a calm voice. His voice did something to her. She held her tongue for a minute, not because she was going to stop fighting HELL NO! But because of what his voice reminded her of! His touch wasn't foreign neither his voice. WEIRD! "Didn't think that would work" he chuckled. "IT DIDN'T you fucking pig" she shouted struggling as he laughed. "Glad you are finding my misery funny" she growled. "No wonder Alex wanted to feed you off to his Piranhas" he laughed. Her entire body stilled at the thought. They wanted to kill her? but she couldn't hold her tongue now could she? "Then what am I still doing here?" She sassed. She could feel the tense in his posture even tho she couldn't see. It was getting hard to breath. She gasped when she felt his lips on her earlobe. He was so quiet. "Instead I decided you were mine to feed on!" He said in his sexy voice making her freeze.

“Tell me again,” he murmured, his bare chest a hot, dangerous brand against her back. His teeth grazed the shell of her ear, making her shudder. “How you want me to treat you.” She clutched the silk sheets, dragging them up to her chin, hating the tremor in her voice. “I—I want you to be professional.” A low, dark laugh ghosted over her damp skin. “Then stop looking at me like that.” His amused, arctic-blue eyes held hers captive in the bedroom mirror. She squeezed her eyes shut, wondering what in the world she’d gotten herself into. ^ ^ ^ Isabella Rossi’s life shattered when she discovered her boyfriend’s affair with her best friend, Chloe. The happy couple were even expecting a baby, and she was supposed to be happy for them. Hah. Heartbreak was just the beginning. Drunk and deceived, she woke up in the bed of a powerful, enigmatic stranger—Vincent Sinclair. She thought it was a one-time, humiliating mistake. A secret she would bury forever. Until Monday morning, when Vincent Sinclair strolled into her office as the new, ruthless CEO. And she found out he was her ex-best friend Chloe’s half-brother. Flustered but confident, she met his eyes. Men like him didn’t remember girls like her. She was sure of it. He was most likely just an entitled playboy and the faces in his bed probably blurred. But oh, how wrong she was. Vincent Sinclair remembered everything. Finding his "one-night stand" playing the part of a forgettable employee was his new favorite amusement. First, he made her his personal secretary. Then, he made her life a living, tempting hell. Finally, he served her a contract. Not for a raise—for marriage. It was absurd. But with her life in shambles and his offer too lucrative, Isabella signed.

"Now you listen. You are mine. Your whole existence is mine. You live for me. Breathe for me. Exist for me. If I tell you to do something. You do it. No questions asked. If I tell you to jump off a building, I want no hesitation from you. I am the master and you are my slave. Do you get me?" Isabella Russo lost her parents to a car crash when she was just eight years old, she moves to Italy to live with her father's sister. 10 years later, she finds out that she was given off to the Perez Mafia family as collateral. What will happen when Capo Domenico Perez comes to take what's his? In a bid to make him fall for her, will she succeed? Or would she find herself falling for the dangerous capo with no one to catch her.

“Baguslah! Aku pasti akan memberikan apa pun yang kamu inginkan asal kamu selalu siap melayaniku, Bella.” Irene Isabella meneguk ludah kasar meski hanya mendengar suara berat dari klien kaya raya itu lewat telepon. Hubungan mutualisme yang sempat diakhiri Irene, terpaksa harus dilakukan kembali karena dirinya tak sengaja merusak properti dosen baru di tempatnya. Parahnya, dosen itu meminta Irene untuk segera membayar utangnya dalam waktu satu minggu! Lantas, bagaimana nasib Irene? Apakah dia akan terjebak selamanya dalam pekerjaan “layanan telepon panas” dan melayani klien eksklusif yang hanya mampu bergairah karena suaranya? Atau, dia punya cara lain untuk mengumpulkan uang cepat? Masalahnya ... bagaimana jika Irene tahu bahwa klien itu ternyata berada di dekatnya?