Novel & Cerita Tvd Isobel

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Kyle asked. “My best friend Loucilla. She’s supposed to be here already. I need her help with the speech.” Isobel pulled away and took out the phone in her purse. Dialing, she held it to her ear, when it went to voicemail; she huffed out a frustrated sigh. “I’m worried about her,” she said to Kyle. “She’s normally reliable. She would have been here already. Or have reached out to me if she couldn’t make it. Something is wrong.” Isobel tapped her cell on the palm of her hand.

Isobel Feeling tired after dealing with Ryle's unexpected proposal, I went home, arriving late for my night shift at the Moonlight Cavern. Mrs. Potts scolded me for being tardy, and I couldn't help but blame Ryle for the whole mess. Despite the scolding, I pushed through my shift, trying to focus on my work. Ryle's proposition still lingered in my mind, making it hard to concentrate. Mrs. Potts' disapproval and my frustration intensified with each mistake, and I couldn't shake the feeling that Ryle's intrusion had not only affected my personal life but had also cast a shadow over my work.

Ace took out his phone from his pocket, shuffled around the screen, and finally came to a halt, playing a record and holding it to my ear. I frowned, wondering what he was on about. However, the minute I heard that weak gasp come from the recording, my brows shot up. I couldn't mistake that voice for anyone. Isobel. “Why are you doing this to me?” Isobel spoke through the phone, whimpering. What had this monster done to her? Oh my God. “Because I want to use you to get something I want.” Ace responded through the phone in his usual cold tone. “What's that?”

CHAPTER 75 Calla's POV The morning light streamed through the kitchen windows as I stirred honey into my tea, one hand resting on my growing bump, the other scrolling through my phone. Isobel sat at the island, meticulously arranging her breakfast into geometric patterns—eggs in a perfect square, toast triangles aligned like pyramids. "I want to go somewhere," she announced without looking up. "Somewhere specific?" "Anywhere. The same walls every day." She sighed dramatically, a perfect imitation of every teenager who ever lived. "I'm going stir-crazy."

“Then I’ll see if trews and a tunic can be found for you.” “I don’t mind the dress,” Isobel looked back in the mirror at the pale blue gown. It wasn’t nearly as low cut as the one she’d had the other night. It clung to her middle and gave her a hint of womanly hips. She’d left her wrap on, much to the maid’s displeasure, so the dress had to be pinned to it or it would have fallen down. It covered her shoulders and no hint of cleavage showed. This sort of dress she could handle. For one night. Perhaps more after she took the top in so that the pins weren't a danger. “Well, it is a little big on the top, but I haven’t anything smaller.”

She will just check the site to make sure that it was going well as they had planned. “You’re not a bother to me, Sob. I’m always here for you and you know that.” He clearly understands that the woman needed space, but he’s worried about her. “I’m really fine, Mav. Don’t worry about me.” Isobelle was stating these lines but more like assuring herself. She even gestured an ‘ok’ sign and smiled a little. “Okay. Drive carefully.”

Dianne gasped and rushed forward, snatching the remote from Taylor’s hands and turning off the TV. "Why are you watching those scumbags lie about you?!" she scolded. "They all need to be punished! I can't wait to see their faces when the truth comes out. It will all be cleared up soon, right?" Isabelle stepped in, offering a reassuring smile. "It will be resolved soon, I promise." At that moment, Taylor finally seemed to notice Isabelle’s presence. She looked at her and managed a weak smile. "Isabelle," Taylor said softly, "thank you… for everything you're doing."

Her love for Anthony was genuine, but so was her hatred. Isobel's phone had been destroyed in the accident, but she still saw the news about Anthony on the plane. In the video, she saw him trying to run into the inferno, which was the MPV and bus. Tears streamed down his face as he sobbed and yelled her name. He ultimately fell to the ground in despair. She turned off the screen. She didn't know whether Anthony's anguish was just an act. If it wasn't, she hoped he would be tormented to the point of no return.

— Elsewhere in the city, Tania strolled into a quiet café where Isabela already sat, sipping something iced and bitter. They didn’t greet each other like allies. More like reflections in a mirror. “You know,” Tania said, sliding into the chair across from her, “it’s usually the scorned woman who sends the scandal to the press. You’ve got an edge to you.” Isabela smiled. “I’m just here to remind the world that some ghosts still haunt the living.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a silver USB. Pushed it across the table. Tania raised an eyebrow. “What’s this?”