Isabella Icardi 소설 & 이야기

“You had wolfsbane, didn’t you?” My head snapped towards him. Isaac averted his gaze from the woman. The woman frowned before her eyes cut to my form. “Ah, Luna Kathryn. I am Felice. I apologize for my manners, but this one,” he pointed at my mate, “has been giving me troubles ever since he turned 21.” “Felice,” Isaac protested with a grunt.

And left the room. I heard Isaac return soon, "hey, how did you come…" turned to see him but I saw the woman whom I stayed away from. Isaac's mother. I stood up and greeted her. She greeted me and asked me back, "Are you Isaac's friend?" I nodded and said, "Yeah." "You look beautiful. What's your name?" She sounded humble. "Isabella Garcia." "Beautiful as you are. Um… Where's Issac?" "He…" Issac walked inside the room while holding a tray with drinks in his hands. Everyone in the room stared at each other, Steve, "What are you standing there for? Give me my juice."

“We are performing two surgeries at the same time! Can you make it until 9:20?! Feeling dizzy, I still managed to stand up and do my routine while talking on the phone. “Just make it stable, I am coming.” As I start driving, realizations strike me. Maybe, I was really born to steal someone’s property, as my name. STELLA, STEAL. I am Stella Louisse Ocampo, a cardiothoracic surgeon. Funny, how I can literally stitch others heart when I cannot even fix my own.

He was familiar with her genuine smiles, those that were almost exclusively reserved for Ethan. Isabella lifted her glass, locking eyes with Christine as she gave an acknowledging nod. "The same could be said about you," she responded, giving Christine a discerning once-over. There wasn't a single individual at the party unfamiliar with the name Isabella Fernandez, or at least, who hadn't heard it in passing. Her scandalous divorce had been splashed all over the tabloids, making her every action a spectacle for the world to see. She consistently made headlines, one after another, keeping the world perpetually intrigued by her life.

The work there was so little that she began to worry that her absence there would be missed. Isabella spent twenty minutes on those files. She submitted them to Luciano’s desk and went back to her space. She hated the fact that none of them had come to work even though they were usually early birds. She took out her phone from her bag and swiped right. Opening her I*******m app, Isabella searched for Alberto. When he appeared on her screen, she clicked on his profile. His gallery was mind-blowing. He had more than a million likes on his posts. Some of his pictures sent shivers down her spine. They were a bit unholy for her eyes.

Isabella had been working on this project for two long months, only for her hard work to go down the drain. Isabella furiously left after that, but to her surprise, she saw Yulia at work the next day. Apparently, Carlos Reyes—the Head of Sales—had personally hired her back. And before she knew it, Carlos had called Isabella into his office for a word. "Why are you letting her stay? She can't do anything, and she's fussy. Why would we want her?" Isabella complained. "Even if you don't like her, just let her be and think of her as a mascot. She's involved with Mr. Atkinson," Carlos said.

Brushing away the tears from her eyes she walked up to someone for help. “Please can I use your cell phone to call my fiancé?” she asked the startled woman. Isabella knew she probably didn’t look her best but she didn’t care. The woman gave her the phone with a smile of pity. She muttered a thank you and typed in Williams digits. The phone rang but he didn’t pick. Isabella blamed on the number being a foreign one. William didn’t pick up unknown callers. “Thank you.” Isabella said sadly handing her the phone. She begun to walk away but stopped when the woman grabbed her arm.

Helena yelled. Isabel fell on the floor, pain shot through her knees but she ignored it as her eyes were on something else. A pair of red heels came to her vision. “Ciao, Isabel Ruiz. Finally, we met again,” a sharp voice said and Isabel froze as she raised her head and her eyes fixed on none other than the woman who hated her to the core. GINA MORETTI!

“Stop testing me, Handsome Boy. You'll see when I officially become your stepmother. I guarantee you will like me more than your biological mother." While Kara gaped behind Isabela's back, Frank laughed dryly. "You're so confident." “Hubby, have you forgotten who your future wife is? I'm Isabela Hall, the dream girl of every man on earth. They call me perfect. I'm beautiful, rich, and talented. There's nothing I can't do.” Kara silently looked down with her mouth twitching. The more she got to know the model, the more she understood why Frank chose herself.

After searching and fitting so many dresses, I finally found the perfect dress. I spent a week with Alex and his driver Jack as he drove is around town while we did preparations for our wedding. I thought that being with him in the same place might actually jog up his memory but after a week, I know that he has probably forgot about our one night stand years back. I have never wished to talk to Isabella like I did in that moment. Isabella is a doctor and on the night of the party she had to leave for Africa for the Doctor Without Borders initiative. She couldn't even make it back on time for my wedding. She feels bad but I understand.