Isabella Madrigal 소설 & 이야기

Isabella, too, began to see Gabriel not only as her caregiver but as a friend and confidant. One evening, under the starlit sky, Gabriel gathered his courage and expressed his feelings to Isabella. He confessed his love, fully aware of the complexities and challenges that lay ahead. The princess was taken aback, her heart touched by Gabriel's sincerity and devotion. She had always dreamed of finding true love, but she had resigned herself to a life of solitude due to her condition.

"Shut up, Isabella. The walls have ears, I don't want them to find out." Isabella rolls her eyes. She really can't believe that she's doing this. "If this turns out to be a full blown party for me, I'm going to be really mad." "Don't worry, it won't." Her aunt assured her so Isabella decides to take her word for it. Outside of the castle and in the forest, the werewolves gather around tables, mumbling things between themselves or eating and drinking. They recently found out that Princess Isabella is actually mated to a god. Some are envious, mostly the females while some are just happy to have a feast.

Isabella patted Masha’s shoulder and smiled, “Go practice the basics. Ignore the barking dogs; don’t let it bother you.” Masha smiled back, “Yes. Isabella, I hope to learn more from you about acting in the future. Don’t mind if I become a bother.” Isabella raised her eyebrows and beamed, “Sure, let’s learn together from now on.” After a day of intense training, Isabella was exhausted and ready to head home. As she left Knight Group, she reached a crossroad and saw a large crowd of people surrounding her. One of the leaders in the crowd spoke up, “She’s Isabella Rivera. She’s the one who schemed to steal the spotlight from Cynthia.”

she hiccuped and glanced away, “do not worry. It will come back to its original colour with time. And Isabella… just take it one day at a time. You will understand everything when the time has come.” Isabella sighed but said nothing. The lady lingered around for a moment, still staring at her with that strange expression before she finally stood up. “You are going to be our salvation Isabella.” She said and with a nod towards Isaiah left the room, her green gown dragging behind her. Isabella spared Isaiah a glance but he wasn't looking at her. He was just staring straight ahead into nothing, his face hard and blank. “You did that on purpose,” she said without heat, “You did it on purpose. So

he asked. Isabella's eyes sparkled with a newfound sense of belonging as she replied, "I'll be bearing my maternal grandparents' name, Martinez. Arabella Martinez." Gabriel nodded in approval, acknowledging the significance of her choice. "Arabella Martinez," he repeated, testing the name on his lips. "It suits you perfectly." "Gabriel, do I look the same as before?" Isabella asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty as she looked at him. Gabriel met her gaze with a reassuring smile. "Yes, Isabella, your face is essentially the same as before, but you've slimmed down a bit due to the effects of the coma. You're still very recognizable," he explained, hoping to ease her concerns about her chan

Maya stammered, barely able to speak. “Oh, he can,” Isabella said softly, with a dangerous calm. “And he will. After all, I’m his wife. His Luna. The one who’ll give him an heir. And you…” She let out a low chuckle and looked Maya up and down, enjoying every second of it as Maya shrank back in fear. “You’re just the other woman… a mistress. Nothing more. No value. No importance. Just a makeshift.” Maya’s face turned frighteningly red with anger. She clenched her teeth and stomped her feet.

Nerissa spat angrily, but Isabella shook her head. "But you also know the truth, Nerissa. Mateo and I, we never signed any divorce papers. You're living a lie." Nerissa sneered. "Oh, please. You disappeared, Isabella. In the eyes of the world, you were as good as dead. Mateo moved on. We're married now. That makes you the mistress, trying to worm her way back into his life!" Nerissa said heatedly, she's breathing hard, her cheeks and ears slightly reddened. Isabella feels like there's a huge knife that stabs her chest with every word she says.

Catherine stood in silent communion with the Hollow’s Womb, now thrumming with awakened malice. “She's resisting longer than I thought,” Catherine said. “She was made for more,” Cathros replied. “But everyone breaks. Even gods.” They turned to the Obsidian Mirror, watching as Isabella fell to her knees again. --- But Isabella did not scream. She sang. Her voice was hoarse, raw—but clear. A single note, trembling but defiant, rose from her chest. Arthur stared in shock. The Choir faltered. “I remember,” Isabella whispered between phrases. “I remember my name. I remember who I was before you tried to break me.”

After taking a seat Isabella's eyes flickered toward Fernando who was busy gazing coldly at her. " Hey" she snapped again. " Look at me," she said. Isabella tore her gaze away from his and towards the woman who held a brush and began applying makeup. " Your eyes are all puffy stop crying" She muttered. While she was busy applying her makeup Isabella bit her lips to prevent herself from crying, the way this woman was bossy when getting her ready reminded her so much of Emily and the thought that her best friend was now out there somewhere after being sold like an animal to god knows who made her worried sick.

Isabella Isabella sat in the back of Dante's armored SUV as they raced toward what remained of the estate, her mind spinning with Catalina's threat. Three hours until the gala. Three hours until every secret she'd kept, every plan she'd made behind Dante's back, would be exposed in front of hundreds of witnesses. "We need to cancel," she said, breaking the tense silence. "The gala. We need to cancel it, Dante. Catalina's planning something catastrophic. She has recordings of…." She cut herself off, barely catching the confession before it spilled out.