Novel & Cerita Isabella Miller

“You waltz in here, lost and broken… and suddenly, everything revolves around you.” My fingers curled at my sides. “What are you talking about?” Isabella’s anger flared. “She earned everything she has…” “Oh please,” Mila cut her off, rolling her eyes. “Don’t frame it like a fairy tale. It’s pathetic.” Isabella stepped forward, but I raised a hand. Mila noticed. “That right there,” she said, nodding toward me, “that’s exactly what I mean. Calm. Controlled. Acting untouchable.” I said nothing.

She asks sweetly and I happily nod my head while Lucas just stares at her. “So to start with the most obvious one. No, I am not his sister, we just work together.” She answers and my eyes widen. “Oh god. Don’t tell me you work in IT.” I say as I remember Carter telling me his ex-used to work with him. “Oh, so you did tell her about Angela.” She teases Lucas and he just rolls his eyes, “No, I am not Angela, his ex and to put you at ease. I am happily married with a kid. Lucas and I are just coworkers. Well, I am his boss actually.”

Aquilus made a sound of amazement, “Behold, the renowned Virsathen!” He pointed a high, magnificent floating isle where water sprang. They all looked up to it, slack-jawed and unable to speak. It was an amazing sight to look at. It almost reached the sky and the falling water appeared like angel’s wings. With the sight of the Virsathen, Ellaine remembered her dream. She once wanted to see it to know if it really was the same tree she dreamt about. Now she would finally find out. But if she did find it out, what would she do next?

That didn’t sound good at all and soon too? “What! Is-is Isabella going to die!” Kale screamed eating her fingernails in fury. “Tell me she is not going to die!” “Kale cool down. I doubt it is our Isabella because our Isabella does not have any children, even Angela is not her real child,” Justin said cooling her down. “There is another Isabella that lives in Hamilton village. She has the third-highest number of children in the world, one hundred and twenty-two.” That put Angela in relief but that meant someone else was going to die.

I finally said that I would and now we were on our way to Paris, to meet up with her at her condo. She was my grandfather's sister, Eliza Brinx, she was a fashion icon and the most adnired family member in the Brinx line of work, she was the prettiest woman I've ever seen in all my life, even at the age of fifty, Eliza was a remarkable being, she was a model and also an entrepreneur. She was my favorite person in the entire world. "Why do I allow you to take me out of the US?" Elijah asks, scanning the busy streets once we got out of the car, outside of Eliza's condo building.

The sight caused a twinge of jealousy within Isabella, but she reminded herself of her purpose—to see the true nature of Victoria and to find common ground between them. In a stroke of luck, Isabella managed to catch Victoria's attention. Feigning nervousness, she approached the princess and introduced herself as a humble commoner named Rosalind. Victoria, known for her kindness, showed genuine interest in Rosalind's story. Victoria welcomed her into her courts as she needed to know more about her sympathetic story, Isabella spent time with Victoria, engaging in conversations about their kingdoms, their aspirations, and their hopes for the future. Isabella skillfully probed deeper, searching

Isabella smiles again, then returns to her table with the award, smiling politely at the people at other tables whispering their congratulations to her on her way back. “Congratulations, you lucky bitch,” Dara says as Isabella is sitting down. For her, this is a term of endearment. “I’m going to have to bust my ass for the next ten years before I’m ever considered for one of those. I’m a very lazy worker.” “I think, maybe being connected to Archibald lately probably gave me a slight advantage,” Isabella says sheepishly, touching her hair to make sure the swept-back style is still holding. “False,” Dara declares shaking her head at her friend’s words. “You deserve every award in existence. If

Immediately she sighted Isabella. Riri Taylor is the richest woman on the Forbes list. Even though she is in her late forties, she looks ever young, as if she is in her twenties. Isabella hugged her tightly. "It is my greatest pleasure. I am honored," she replied, beaming with a smile. Isabella held high respect for Riri Taylor, as she has always regarded her as her role model. Today, she was so happy to be meeting her for the first time.