Novel & Cerita Is Juan Soto Married

“Your mom lied to us the other day at her shop. She told us that Isabella was married, and we later found out that she had been divorced for six years. Why would you do such a thing? What’s your gain from these? Mama Dora’s heart skipped. It was obvious that her game was up, and the truth came out in the open. Mrs Julio knew the truth and Luciano…he must have found out as well. “What difference does it make? She is Rodriguez' ex-wife and Juan is their son. According to Mrs Jimenez, there is still a chance that the three will become family again…”

She eyed him over and strutted off. ~~~~~ "My wife is alive?" Pablo Santos's eyes widened in surprise as he stared at his friend. "You're one hundred percent sure?" "Of course, I'm sure." Lorenzo Moreno replied. "She lives with that rich dude now. Er... Rohan Suryavanshi." "Really?" Pablo arched a brow. "I heard she delivered those kids." Enzo muttered. "A boy and a girl." "This is the best news I've heard all year." Pablo grinned. "I've always known I'll become rich one of these days because of Amalia."

What the hell is wrong with me? "Santi..." He smiled slightly. He turned his gaze back to the reporters who immediately asked questions one after the other. "Can you explain it further, Mr. Lopez?" "Did you know from the beginning that Miss Juarez was pregnant?" I feel Santi's restraint. His jaw clenched a few times before heaving a gentle breath. "We were dating years ago," his cold baritone silenced the crowd. Even I focused my full attention on him when he said that. "We drifted apart without knowing she was carrying our son. But now she's back in my arms again, both of them. And for me, that's what matters most. Nothing else."

Juan said as they walked inside. "Shipment issues, but it’s handled," Thiago replied, brushing it off. "Amelia, you’re something else," Juan said, his eyes narrowing slightly. "We should probably be scared of you. Thiago, you’ve got yourself one hell of a weapon here." "Juan, quit staring at my wife," Thiago growled. "Right, sorry," Juan said, not sounding sorry at all. "Anyway, Isabella’s fine. She and Diego seem to have hit it off—something about old movies."

, Handel told him. "You know there's a lot hanging on this, right? Your future and all that. Plus, you've been getting new offers, courtesy of two industrial giants merging together", Juan informed him. "I know that, damnit! I'm trying to do my best here." "You could get married to her and then get a divorce", Juan offered. "She's never going to give me a divorce and you know it. She's power hungry. If we get divorced, she's going to lose a lot more than she wants to"

"What were you doing?" Toby squinted at her, making Leanna feel like she was being targeted by a wild beast. She swallowed hard and said, "I won't care about you, we just have a certificate together." "I have said before that the marital status column of the Suarez family only has widowed, not divorced. So, who else do you want to remain celibate for?" Leanna understood the man's meaning, and she knew that she could never separate from Toby in her lifetime. Who did she want to remain chaste for?

“And you are my father?” “You don’t have to worry!” Zeana Tan snapped me, so I curiously glanced at her. “You and Diego are not blood-related. Margarita Montero is his second wife. The former chairman’s wife is dead during childbirth, but it was not publicized, that is why you also don’t know. You know how Montero’s are very private in their lives.”

"How's your married life?" With that question, all their attention turned to me. Damn it, Hadji. He used me to avoid our questions about him. "Are you still regretting marrying her?" Santi asked. I shook my head before leaning back in my chair. I suddenly felt tired remembering my problem. "I'm just disappointed." "It's very disappointing, really. I mean, a maid? We still can't believe you agreed to marry her." "It's not that, Joaquin." "Then what? Is there something else you're disappointed about? Is she not good in bed?" He followed his statement with a mischievous laugh.

And when I’m done, I will go for a shower and rub one out as I think about taking Amelia over and over again on our wedding night, impregnating her. “Boss.” I look up to find Holden standing in the doorway. “What is it?” “I just wanted to share with you that Juan made it to New York, and he’s settled down in the Penthouse just fine.” “By fine, I’m assuming you mean with a couple of strippers?” “Indeed, I do.” “Nice… now all we have to do is…” My voice trails off when my phone begins to blare. Looking at the caller I.D. Wickeds’ name flashes across the screen.

The man was Juan, the husband of Laura, Lucas’s stepsister, the mastermind behind everything that had happened to Lucas and Kanaya. Juan narrowed his eyes before pulling out his phone to take a photo of Lucas attempting to hold Lana’s hand across the table. “Damn it. So that woman really came back?” Juan muttered. He quickly searched for his wife’s name in his phone contacts. The moment the call connected, his voice dropped into a sharp whisper. “Laura, you won’t believe what I’m seeing right now. I’m at a restaurant in the city center, and Lucas is having a romantic dinner with Kanaya. Yes, that slut is back by his side.”