Mommy, I want the billionaire CEO as my DADDY!

She glanced at her watch for the seventh time after ending the call with her husband, who assured her he would be at the party venue.It had been hours, and Mrs. Isabella Rodriguez was growing weary. The guests were getting impatient, and their expressions weighed heavily on her, sinking her mood. Mr. Rodriguez, her husband who she thought would never disappoint her on their anniversary, did not show up for the party he planned.To make it worse, it was also her birthday as well. They got married on her birthday, three years ago."Will he make an appearance?" inquired a tall woman dressed in white, her gown reaching just above the knee. With Isabella opting for a red outfit at the party, white became the chosen color for the guests."I don't know anymore, Manuela" Isabella answered, rubbing the back of her neck. She did not want to tear up in public. Everyone will understand that her perfect man wasn't as perfect as they all thought.Three years ago, Mr. Rodriguez, the city's most el

Chapter 3.He picked his drink to leave, but it mistakenly dropped on the floor and the content slapshed on her thighs."I am sorry," he quickly apologized. He took out a white handkerchief from his pocket and asked "are you hurt ma?""No, I am not," Isabella checked herself quickly. The broken glasses did not touch her. It was just a drink."Thank goodness," he shouted, handing her the handkerchief. "Here, you should clean yourself since I won't be able to do it."Isabella smiled for the first time. She took it and wiped the little drink on her thighs. It was not bad, so she sat back and thanked him."I'm very sorry. I was nervous," he said, moving a bit close so that she could hear him. "Can I sit next to you?""Sure," Isabella replied. Why would she refuse him? He seemed like a gentleman. Maybe he might ease her wrestling mind."How are you?" he asked."Fine, I guess," she replied, avoiding his hot gaze. His green eyes stared at her behind the mask. She wondered what was going on i

** Chapter 5 Years later... A cold breeze swept through the open window, marking the season. Isabella stood by the bed, folding clothes and absorbing the stories shared by her best friend. "Did you hear the latest gist?" Manuela asked, as she sipped her juice. She could not wait to tell her friend everything that went on yesterday in the town. "No, that's if you don't tell," Isabella said as she picked up the last shirt. It was small and belonged to her five-year-old son. A lovely boy that the Lord blessed her with. "The Reyes family moved back to Santa Marta," Manuela told her best friend. She was expecting her friend to scream and ask her questions like, did you see them? Did they throw a party etc. But there was no reaction. "It seemed you did not understand what I just said." "You said the Reyes family is back in town" Isabella repeated what her friend said. "What other reaction were you expecting? People move in and out of Santa Marta every day, Manuela. You don't expect m

Chapter 7 Luciano David Reyes sat on one of the sofas in his grandfather's office. This morning, he woke up with a headache due to last night's event. The welcome party finished late. Not only that, his grandmother introduced him to the whole town and it exhausted him. The old woman is proud of him, there is no doubt. Just like his father, he had achieved a lot in life. Luciano became a CEO at the age of 20, and he built his own company, adding it to his family's empire. "Hello, big brother," a teen girl walked into the room. She was still in her pink pajamas. It was very clear that the message of the meeting just got to her. She came downstairs with her face unwashed. "Good morning, Rosa," Luciano-David smiled as his sister slumped onto the sofa beside him. "How was your night?" "Are you asking?" Rosa rolled her eyes. She looked exactly like their father. Tall and slim with two striking gray eyes. "We spent the night partying and just this morning, my phone rang, and Aunt Caro

Chapter 9.Isabella could not concentrate on the bicycle her son wanted. Each second, she looked towards the shop where don Julio’s son was. There was something about him that she could not put together. Why did she feel like she had seen him before?“Is something wrong?” Manuela asked, with her hands on Juan's shoulders. She noticed the anxiousness on her face.“No, I think we should buy this and go home,” Isabella answered. Beads of sweat started forming on her face. She dipped her fingers into her purse and took out a white handkerchief.“Are we not getting the uniforms again?”“No, Manuela.” She then asked the bicycle seller to deliver it to the house. Since her family was very popular, she did not have to mention it to him. He knew the address.Coming to the market and seeing don Julio’s son brought back the past. She could not stop thinking about her son’s unknown father and Rodriguez. Both men were fools. The first one left her with a huge responsibility, without caring to loo