Novel & Cerita Isabella Miller

“No I wouldn’t. Anyway he’s got a girlfriend. You met her.” “Yes, so I did… Isabelle wasn’t it?” Alice nods and kisses him lightly on the lips before running out of the door. “Don’t wait up.” Christopher smiles and lies down in bed. “Isabelle Simons. She was nice. I don’t know what she saw in that prick.” He flicks the side lamp off and falls back to sleep almost right away. 3. Tuesday 27th April 2010 01:03 Belinda has not bothered trying to look her best, something that she could be accused of quite often, and, since she actually lives nearest to the Progression Software building, she reaches David relatively quickly after his phone call.

Isabella! My body reacted before my mind caught up. I was in her room in seconds, shoving open the door without a second thought And looked around frantically, what I saw made my heart stop. Isabella was collapsed on the shower floor, naked, soaking wet, and trembling violently. Tears streamed down her face as she gripped her head, her entire body was convulsing. “L-Luca,” she sobbed, eyes wide with pain. “M-Make it stop!”

ISABELLA I watched the sun rise on my wedding day with dry eyes and a hollow feeling in my chest. Sleep had been impossible, so I'd spent the night in my studio, finishing the commission that had seemed so important just days ago. Now the completed canvas leaned against the wall, a stranger's work created by a woman who no longer existed. By noon, Isabella Caldwell would disappear, replaced by Isabella Blackwood,wife of a man who had orchestrated her family's destruction.

Isabella tilted her head, her eyes now narrowing with a smirk. “Nice?” she echoed, “I don't get… Or wait... are you Jesus Christ now?” Isla let out a quiet, unfazed chuckle and nodded gently. “Uhm… No,” she corrected in the same tone. “I’m the woman who owns this chessboard.” Those words made Isabella go momentarily silent. Right after then, Isla started to move even closer until she was just a few inches away from the other lady’s chair, and then, from the fold of her coat, she pulled out a slim envelope.

She had thought I would try to take advantage of her. “Wait. You think….” I broke into a laugh, then stretched my hand for a shake. “I’m Isabella Crawford. A Famous artist of Dexluxe Art. I’m a worldwide sensation, so I don't need your money.” She doesn't take my hand. Instead, she typed something on her phone and only released a sigh of relief when she realized it. “I’m sorry. We have just been having reporters on our tails. It’s too much for her.” Her tensed shoulders had relaxed now. She stroked her hair.

Isabella stepped forward, her voice calm but steady. “I’m Isabella Laurent, and yes, I am the daughter of Helena Laurent, a whistleblower and former scientist involved in the Lazarus Initiative. My mother was silenced for uncovering illegal experimentation linked to an operation embedded within this very industry.” Murmurs rippled. “I didn’t know any of this until recently,” she continued, lifting her chin, “and even now, I’m still discovering the depth of it. But I’m not here to hide behind the past. I’m here to confront it.”

“Macy rolled her eyes. “Here we go with the victim speech.” “I was a victim,” Isabella said sharply. “And I won’t apologize for surviving something I didn’t choose.” The room went still. Even Camille looked at her in awe. I couldn’t stop staring. There she was..the same girl I left at the altar..now standing taller than ever. Not broken. Not begging. But whole. And still mine. Mum stepped forward. “You know what I think? You only stayed around because you knew Xavier would come crawling back. Poor boy still thinks you’re some innocent flower.”

I said. “Aunty T, if I'm following correctly. Are you saying that Bella is the missing daughter of the Powell family?” Lissa asked, surprised. “Thee, Isabella Powell that has been missing for 15 years?” She added, getting excited. I looked at my mother, shocked waiting for her to answer. “Yes that is what I was coming around to say but you beat me to it,” she said, sighing. “Bella, your biological name is Isabella Powell. You were kidnapped and sold to traffickers but somehow ended up in the orphanage where we found you,” she added.

In her heart, she thought Sienna deliberately bought her own votes like she did to win. Isabella felt the need to embarrass Sienna today. Sienna suddenly smiled with a gentle and modest expression. "Miss Isabella has been working for eight years longer than me, and she is my predecessor. I saw Miss Isabella's acting in high school. Even though you were not the leading actress, your acting dominated the lead actress, and it's very fortunate for me to have the privilege to be able to work with Miss Isabella now."

He had looked me in the eye and said, “If you don't do it, Isabella, we lose the merger. Do you want us to fail?” "He left three kids behind," the woman continued, her voice trembling with a quiet, lethal rage. "And now, the woman who did the math for the man who killed him is in my house. My name is Miller. And I’m going to make sure you feel every bit of the pain my brother felt." She didn't hit me. Not yet. She just leaned in and whispered, "Sleep with one eye open, 7042. Because here, there are no CEOs. There are only predators and prey. And you look delicious."