Chapter 26 {Beaufort Family}

Isabella's eyes snapped open, her expression cold and intense. The pilot was taken aback by the sudden change in her demeanor and flinched when he saw the sharpness of her scarlet eyes.

He quickly tried to look away, pretending like he hadn't been staring at her for the past hour but it was too late. Isabella's gaze bore into him as she silently questioned his intentions.

"Delete it," Isabella whispered her voice was low but also deadly like a demon queen is about to destroy the world.

The pilot's heart skipped a beat at the sound of Isabella's low, deadly voice.

He swallowed hard and nodded quickly, pulling his phone back out to delete the photo he had just taken of her.

The pilot's fingers trembled slightly as he deleted the photo of Isabella. He knew that she was not someone to be messed with, and he could feel the weight of her gaze on him.

He tried to act casual, but his heart was still racing from the intensity of her stare.

"Do it again you will wish you were dead," Isabella whispered lowly.

The pilot felt a chill run down his spine as he heard Isabella's low, threatening whisper.

He quickly nodded again, swallowing hard. He knew that she was serious and that crossing her would be dangerous.

"I won't do it again," he said quietly, his voice trembling slightly.

"That idiot mommy doesn't anyone to touch her or even take her pictures who does he think he is?" Atticus said.

The pilot's eyes widened as he heard Atticus speak up. He had completely forgotten that the kids were sitting right there.

The boy's words echoed in his mind - "who does he think he is?" - and the pilot realized just how badly he had messed up.

"Yeah one time a guy tried to touch mommy, and let's just say that man learned his lesson," Raven said as she sipped on her drink.

The man's eyes widened in surprise and he quickly backed away from Isabella, a look of fear on his face. He had heard stories about the Miracle Worker but this was the first time he had seen her up close.

"This person should be lucky mommy didn't threw him out of the private jet she has done it once."

The man's face paled at the mention of Isabella throwing someone out of a private jet. He had heard stories about her temper and knew that she was not someone to be messed with.

He quickly backed away from her even more, his heart racing in fear.

Isabella's eyes softened as she looked out the window and saw Los Angeles come into view. Memories of her past flooded back to her, both good and bad.

She touched her chest again, thinking about Sterling - the son that had been taken from her six years ago. The thought of him gave her strength and determination, and she knew that coming back to Los Angeles was worth it if there was even the slightest chance of being reunited with him.

As the plane landed, Isabella unbuckled her seatbelt and stood up. Her triplets did the same, looking out of the window with excitement in their eyes.

Isabella took a deep breath and tried to steady herself. She knew that coming back to Los Angeles was going to be difficult, but she was ready for whatever challenges lay ahead.

"Mommy we are in Los Angeles!" The triplets shouted in union. Isabella nodded her head as she drugged the suitcase behind her.

The triplets' excitement was contagious, and even Isabella couldn't help but feel a little bit of anticipation. They had spent the past six years in hiding, living off the grid.

Isabella picked up her suitcase and followed behind her children as they made their way off the plane. The familiar sights and sounds of Los Angeles surrounded them, bringing back a flood of memories.

As they walked through the airport, Isabella couldn't help but notice how many people were staring at her. Some were discreetly taking photos while others openly gawked.

The triplets seemed oblivious to the attention, too busy taking in all the new sights and sounds of Los Angeles. Since the triplets have grew up in Pairs they spoke fluent English, and French.

Isabella felt a sense of unease as they walked through the airport. She knew that being back in Los Angeles would bring with it old enemies and dangerous situations.

She glanced around, trying to keep her guard up. Despite the stares and whispers from strangers, she kept her head held high and walked with confidence. The triplets stuck close to her side, their innocent eyes taking in everything around them.

The moment Isabella turned on her Lexeni phone a holographic screen popped up she touched it and a call ring through. It was Sunny who worked for Isabella.

"What is it?"

"Isabella, you need to be careful I heart that the head of the Beaufort Family is looking for the Divine Healer, Mircale Worker, and the Genius Doctor which all you, he will do about anything to find you and how you are back in America you are in his territory."

"The Beaufort Family?" Isabella mumbled.

Isabella's expression darkened as she listened to Sunny's words. The name "Beaufort Family" sent a chill down her spine.

She had heard rumors about the powerful mafia family that controlled Los Angeles, but she hadn't expected them to be looking for her specifically.

Isabella's mind raced as she tried to process this new information. She knew that the Beaufort Family was not someone to mess with, and if they were looking for her then she would have to be extra careful.

"What do they want from me?" she asked Sunny, trying to keep her voice steady.

Sunny's expression darkened as he heard the name Beaufort Family.

"Those bastards are dangerous," he said gruffly.

"They're known for their power and ruthlessness. As what they want from you? I heard that the great old madam is sick and there is an evil spirit that seems to suck her life away and you are the only one who handles this kinds of matters she would need an operation."

Isabella frowned she didn't mess with that family that had power all over the world it's best to stay out of there sight.

"I don't care for them, just do what I pay you to do," Isabella said.

"Aren't you worried?" Sunny asked.

Isabella raised an eyebrow at Sunny's question, her expression stoic.

"Worried?" she echoed. "No. I have nothing to fear from them."

She stretched her arms and and let out a yawn. Worried why would she bother with them?

"I know how to take care of myself," she said quietly.

"And besides, they wouldn't dare mess with me. I like sleeping more then anything else."

Sunny chuckled softly at Isabella's confident response. He knew better than to underestimate her.

"You always did have a way of handling things, didn't you?" he said, shaking his head in admiration.

Isabella smirked and gave him a sidelong glance.

"What can I say? I like being prepared for anything," she replied, her voice laced with a hint of mischief.

"Isabella, you love sleeping I honestly sometimes you are just a sleeping beauty."

Isabella rolled her eyes at Sunny's comment, but she couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corner of her lips.

"Hey, I can't help it if I like my beauty sleep," she said with a shrug.

She ran a hand through her messy hair and let out another yawn.

"If the world allowed it you would sleep all day long wouldn't you?"

Isabella chuckled and nodded her head.

"Absolutely," she said without hesitation.

"If I could sleep all day every day, I would. I love my sleep," Isabella muttered she then hanged up.