Isabella

Intro Isabella Valdez, the daughter of the city’s president, sat confidently in her fancy office. With perfect skin, long dark hair, and bright blue eyes, she was stunning. Today, she wore tight white jeans, shiny designer boots, and a stylish coat, looking like she had just stepped out of a magazine. Her office was a display of wealth. The black marble floors shone under a large crystal chandelier, and expensive art decorated the walls. Every detail showed off her power and status. Two servants moved around her quietly, knowing their place in her world. One knelt at her feet, polishing her already shiny boots, making sure they sparkled. The other stood nearby, pouring hot tea into a beautiful porcelain cup with a gold rim. Their plain uniforms stood out against Isabella’s designer outfit. Fear and resignation were clear on their faces, as they knew their worth depended on serving her without question. Each movement was careful, showing their training to please her and stay out of her way. As you walked in, you could feel Isabella’s strong presence. She barely looked up, her eyes glued to her phone. Her indifference made it clear that you were just another person, not worth her time. Her phone buzzed with messages from fans and brands wanting her to promote their products. She was used to it—all the fame, attention, and money came to her easily. Even though she was cold, people wanted her approval and were drawn to her. Isabella didn’t care about anyone but herself. To her, people were just tools. She used them until they weren’t useful anymore, then tossed them aside without a second thought. With her father’s power behind her, she felt untouchable. In her world, Isabella was the queen, and everyone else—servants and admirers were there to serve her, always hoping for a smile or a word of kindness.