Is Isaiah Pacheco Married Novels & Stories

Regina's fans were fawning over the pictures, calling them the perfect couple and saying they were meant to be. Meanwhile, Isaiah made no effort to deny the rumors, essentially confirming them. The worst part? We were not even officially divorced yet, and he was still legally married to me. I could not believe he was crawling back to the same woman who had dumped him before, as if he had learned nothing. Later that evening, when I came home from work, I was shocked to find Isaiah sitting in the living room. He was wearing an expensive suit and looked completely out of place in our shabby little apartment.

Following Lucho into the tea room, Isaac went straight to the point, "Go ahead. What exactly are you going to tell me?" Staring at Isaac's indifferent face, Lucho wished that he could rush forward and beat him severely. He took two deep breaths and said with a fake smile, "Myesha likes you. You should know about it, right?" Isaac froze for a second and then said apathetically, "Do you know what you're talking about? She's my sister-in-law." Lucho flew into a rage instantly, "But your sister-in-law likes you!" Isaac sighed helplessly, "It has nothing to do with me."

"No… No, this can't be real…" He shook his head, almost like he'd lost his mind. "There's nothing wrong with me. I've already gotten Lucia pregnant," he muttered, before suddenly snapping his mouth closed. After a long silence, Ricardo staggered toward the exit with the documents in hand. He'd just reached the exit when he heard Sophia say, "Don Ricardo, you and Isabella divorced over a month ago. She's gone, and she isn't coming back…" Ricardo spun around, glaring ferociously at her. "You're lying to me! You have to be lying! There's no way we could be divorced!"

"What women? Where did that come from? If I really had been with so many women, Sage Everett would've had me killed long ago." "So, all this time, it's always been her?" Carissa asked. "Yes," Isaac said, reaching out to touch a delicate pink petal. "From the very beginning to the end." "Why didn't you realize it before?" Carissa asked, genuinely curious. How had he not noticed? Isaac thought for a moment, then decided it wouldn't hurt to be honest today. "Previously, I thought that having feelings for someone was one thing, and getting married was another. They were separate matters," he explained.

"The thing is, sir…" Isaiah spoke before taking a deep breath. He then lifted his chin to look at his eyes directly. "They want a political marriage arranged as soon as possible." "Marriage?" "Yes, sir. A political marriage between you and their alpha's daughter, Amelia Crawford."

My voice was softer than I intended, but it carried enough steel to make his jaw clench. “You are my wife, Maria,” he said, his voice low but shaking. The statement being an answer itself.. “It didn’t feel like that all those years, Elias.” My voice cracked, and I hated that it did. “Yes, we had a wedding, but we were never married. Not really. You were married to your company. To your fame. And, God help me, even more married to Isaac. I was just… there. Like a piece of furniture. A statue. A very pretty doormat for public consumption.”

The Cohen sisters together always drew eyes, especially since my marriage to Vito Romano had elevated our family's profile considerably. "Of course I came," I said carefully. "It's your special day." Isabella's smile was too bright, too perfect. "It really is, isn't it? To think, just a few months ago I was supposed to be married to someone completely different." Her eyes gleamed with malicious satisfaction. "Thank God I escaped that arrangement. I can't imagine being tied to a..." She paused dramatically, loud enough for nearby guests to hear. "Well, a disabled man."

When Isaac Sterling returned, I was scrolling through Instagram. The headline dominating both the business and entertainment sections featured a photo of him and Grace Webb walking hand in hand. Matching rings gleamed brightly on their ring fingers, almost painfully so. Meanwhile, the group chat titled “The Exes Club” had exploded with messages. [No way. Is Isaac really getting married?] [He was so sweet to me in bed last night. I refuse to believe it!] [Seriously, what’s so special about Grace? Just because her wealthy family could help Isaac's business?]

“That I invited my best friend over? Wow, Isabella, what a crime.” “That’s not what I’m saying and you know it.” “Then what are you saying? Because from where I’m standing, you’re acting like I just did something completely out of line.” Noah exhales. “Chloe just got married, Isabella. She’s literally on her honeymoon.” “And?” I blink at him. “She’ll be back. I didn’t drag her out of it. I said after.” “She should be with her husband,” he insists. I let out a disbelieving laugh. “Oh my God. She is with her husband. They live together, Noah. That doesn’t stop just because she visits me.”

I then, pressed my lips tightly together and held Ismaiah's hand. "Let's get married, I want to get married right now, Ismaiah." I said that left them in awe.