Isabel Refugee Romane & Geschichten

He flung her off with such force she sprawled on the floor. He looked down at her, his contempt absolute. “You are nothing compared to her. I have never loved you. Without her, you and your entire pathetic family are less than dirt to me.” Seraphina crumpled, white-faced. William was already gone. Nothing else mattered. Back in his pentoffice office, he paced like a caged predator. Hours crawled by. Leo returned, grim-faced. “Don Calderon. We discovered Isabella applied for an expedited exit visa… a week before the incident at The Vault.”

“No. It is Hills. I will invite him over to my place tonight. Just remember that I was responsible if you see anything tragic about Hills on the news tomorrow.” “Tell me you are joking?” Isabel laughed. “Of course. It is only a joke. I’m not a killer. I came here to excuse myself. To inform you that I am leaving for home.” She breathed deeply before turning to walk away. Ferdinand sat down in the chair. He took out his phone and called Hills from inside the room. He could not possibly trust Isabel. She would always wished she could have gotten even with Hills. If she kills him, who will he sacrifice as an offering when the war begins? When he fights, he always needs someone to protect him, a

“I’ve done such horrible things, Mila, to you and to Felix. I cannot turn back on what I’ve done. I need you to arrest me. You’re the princess now. You can do that.” “Isabella, I do not need to arrest you at this very moment,” I said, slightly peeved. We could not delay on this evacuation. The timing was already so tight. “Take me to the prisoner of war camp,” she begged. “Let me be taken in with the rest of the army.” I knew there was suspicion written all over my face when she added, “This isn’t some sort of trick, Mila. Please. I do not deserve to be evacuated with the rest of these kind people.”

He had to tell Luke that his wife saw what was happening inside the unit. *** Isabelle was looking out the window. They would land in a few minutes. It had been three long years when she flew from the Philippines to Indonesia then to the US. She went back to attend Joyce’s wedding since she was the maid of honor. She was lucky that she was given a month paid leave by her boss who was her dad. She managed her father and stepmother’s green spas since the couple had to take care of their other small businesses. Her dad migrated to the States after he married an American. He didn’t have any children with his wife. Her stepmother Martha was nice. Her father told her about her and her mothe

When she tried to retrieve her belongings, their predatory gazes made her flee in fear, abandoning her luggage. Sitting on the roadside, she broke down in tears. But after crying, she wiped her tears and smiled bitterly. Before Nathan found her four years ago, wasn’t she just a penniless beggar with nothing? Determined to survive, Isabella started scavenging for food in trash bins, much like the other homeless people.

Sebastian, a few maids, Ben, and Jacob were standing together, forming a human barrier as they encircled Isabel and Liam. Isabel was sitting on the floor with a backpack full of stuff on her back. Her favorite pink bag had been slung across her body. She hugged her pink bag, not allowing anyone to touch her. She was all choked up as she sobbed, “Izzy wants to find Mommy… You are all bad people. Let me go out now…” Her little face had turned red from crying, and her eyes were swollen. Sebastian had tears in his eyes from witnessing the heartbreaking scene before him. Ben, Jacob, and other people around Isabel were looking at her worriedly.

“And now, I’ll protect myself. I want to make something of this peace we fought for.” Meanwhile, Isabella had found solace in healing. She began working with therapists recommended by Elena and opened a small gallery in Florence — a tribute to the life she lost and the one she was building anew. She spoke little about Alejandro, but the pain in her eyes slowly dulled, replaced by quiet strength. As spring settled in, the compound held its first open day. Survivors, allies, and locals gathered. Children played on the lawn. Live music echoed through the halls. Elena stood with Dino, her hand laced in his.

Lucy pushed it open slowly. "Hello?" "Lucy. Thank God." Isabel's voice came from the darkness inside. "Please, come in. We don't have much time." Lucy stepped inside, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. Isabel sat on an old crate near the back wall, looking disheveled and frightened. "Isabel, what's happening? Rachel's looking for you. Everyone thinks you ran." "I didn't run. I escaped." Isabel stood, wincing like she was injured. "The safe house was compromised. Someone was coming for me, someone Mirabel sent. I had to get out."

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.

The woman swallowed the slump in her throat, feeling the cold air floating between them. “Rachel feels better now although the doctor recommended confining her,” Isabel explained. She was contemplating whether to open up a topic since Minah had been giving her a deadpan expression ever since their eyes met. “Uhm, well I'm Isabel, by the way... Are you from Malibay as well?" “I’m from Dumangas, Iloilo,” she replied, the corner of her lips curling up. Isabel stood antsy, at a loss for words. She gazed directly at her eyes.