Is Isaiah Pacheco Married Novels & Stories

And that thought hurts far more than I ever thought it would. "You could always stay, you know," Isaiah mentions. When I look back up at him, it's obvious how much he wants me to stay, but he won't push me on it, considering Elise. He's going to be married to her, and there is nothing I can do about that. Other than reveal to him that we are mates... "My purpose here is almost completely done," I remind him coolly. People have been liking Isaiah far more, despite all the horrible things that have been done during his reign. It's all because of his father.

he insisted, not noticing Lucas approaching. "May I dance with my granddaughter?" Lucas interrupted. Airam retreated with a forced smile. "Focus on your marriage," Lucas advised quietly. "He may love you, but your heart belongs to Mateo now. Keep it that way." "I know, Grandpa. I did love him once…" "Do you still feel anything for him?" Lucas asked, his tone gentle but probing. "No, it’s just a memory now," Isabella replied, then leaned in closer. "And I’ll let you in on a secret, I’m pregnant."

I say. I see her hand clenching on the sofa. “But the marriage certificate says something else, Mrs Rodriguez." She answers back as she leans back to the sofa. As far as I can remember, I haven't signed any marriage certificate. “Don't stress your brain. Just know that you are married now and a part of Rodriguez. Isaac must have predicted something like this to happen, that's why he took your sign on the marriage certificate." Dread settles in me. Because Isaac can do that. And I have signed various papers in those two years. And that also without reading.

I was still devastated and depressed by the fact that Isla isn't with me. Sometimes, I wondered if she was still alive, would I have taken the bold step and gotten married to her and started a family, or would I have been a coward who will still be lying to my parents that I only saw her as a sister instead of a lover? "I know you are disappointed that I haven't been around for a long time. It's been months since I got married to Mia and I can just say, Isla, it isn't the same. I am still not used to being a married man, let alone to someone that I don't love.

His dark hair was neatly slicked back with what seemed like a lot of gel, and his face was clean-shaven. Refined, calculated and very dangerous. He stepped closer, his hands in his pockets, studying me like a specimen under a microscope. "Isadora Gonzalez. Granddaughter of Pedro Gonzalez. Wife to Ivan Santiago. You know, the last bit surprises me," he said, a smirk playing on his lips as he rubbed his hands on his jaw. "Tell me, how does it feel to be married to Santiago? I can't imagine that", he added. I held his gaze. "If you wanted to know so badly, maybe you should've married him yourself ".

He quickly felt anger eating him up after he saw that the civil status in Isla's passport was married. "This is impossible. Why would she marry him? And really? A child? They have a child together?" Grinning with anger. Kairos knocked every single thing that's lying on his table as he couldn't control his anger He just couldn't believe it, and he didn't want to believe the report that was handed to him. "They have been married for almost eight years, Alpha. It looks like Isla married Nicholas after you married Rory." Kio uttered, stating the obvious. Kairos shot him a look before he sat back in his swivel chair.

Even though he eventually agreed to marry her under family pressure, he was no longer the same toward her as before. When Solana walked in, all the elders turned to her with kind smiles. Their eyes naturally drifted down to her belly. Cedric called out warmly, "Sol, come and sit beside me. Tell me, what kind of wedding do you want? I'll have Reuben and Jocelyn make the arrangements." Reuben Jeffries was Isaiah's eldest brother, and Jocelyn Wright was his wife. Then, Cedric brought out an old wooden box that looked aged and worn.

My clothes stuck to my body, my entire frame trembling from the cold. Almost there. I encouraged myself as the house gate finally came into view. I’m Isabella Santos. Just a simple girl from the countryside who somehow caught the attention of the almighty Xavier Gustavo…the heir to Gustavo Group Limited, the wealthiest and most powerful family in California. Or should I say... unlucky? Sigh. Xavier met me at the coffee shop where I worked and confessed his love. It felt like a dream come true. I had always crushed on him, and now, I'm engaged to him.

Surely, he would know that she wasn’t doing anything inappropriate behind his back, right? As the couple across the table from him got engrossed in each other, Seth excused himself and stood from his seat. He headed to the bathroom, desperate to have a few minutes to himself to let the news of Isabelle being married sink in. And gather the mindset it would take to sit with the couple through dinner.

“Bullshit. Put her on the phone.” “Look, loser,” Isaac said. “She doesn’t want to talk to you. Don’t call her again.” “Put her on the f**king phone.” “Take a hint. She doesn’t want to be with you.” Isaac hung up. “Son of a bitch.” Eric dialed her number again. This time it rang, but no one picked up. “What’s going on?” Jace asked. “Rebekah is marrying Isaac.” Rebekah came out of the bathroom drying her hair with a towel. A shower had made her feel almost human again after an hour-long crying jag. She found Isaac sitting at the end of her bed fiddling with her phone.