Isabel Lascurain Esposo Novels & Stories

he asked, eager to understand his ex-wife's perspective. Isabel took a deep breath before responding. “Mom admitted that she loved you but chose to marry Leandro,” she shared, relaying the words she had heard. Bruno reflected on Isabel's words before responding. “So, it seems like Helena wants to marry Leandro, and that's how things will be,” he concluded, accepting the reality presented to him. However, Isabel wasn't satisfied with her father's conclusion. “It's impossible that you don't see that Mom still loves you,” she argued, frustrated with Bruno's apparent lack of understanding.

Gathering her nerves together, Isabel greeted them both with her soft voice and smile. "You look beautiful my dear," Mrs Ferrari said, smiling broadly at Isabel before turning to her husband. "Do you remember Gio, I was once your very special friend too," she teased her husband who laughed at her words. "And Today you are my wife. I wish you both the same happiness, Mr D'Angelo, Miss Ruiz." The president said with a jovial laugh. "Thank you but that depends on the lady's wish," Viso commented, caressing Isabel's back a little. Baffled, Isabel snapped her eyes at him, was He serious? Marriage to him!

Yes I have something to ask you Say it A very crazy thing happened… Anything is possible from you, isn’t Lara? Fuck you Isabeli! What the hell!! The thing is serious! Kkkk Ok, what crazy thing was that? My fiance has a son… You hate child If he was a child, maybe it would be easier… Oh! Stop it! I’m getting everything He’s handsome Isa… But he’s very prejudiced What do you meam? Prejudiced by my age Is he older than you?

“But since you and I are clearly moving beyond being mere acquaintances… You should know.” My eyes lifted to his, searching. “No,” he continued. “I’ve never been married. But I have a daughter. Her name is Isabel. She’s ten—at a boarding school in Paris.” That surprised me. “I thought you and Michelle Campbell had something going on.” “We had,” he said calmly. “We’re friends. She doesn’t own me.” His gaze sharpened slightly. “Do you want involvement again?” he asked. The question landed heavier than I expected. “I don’t know what I want anymore,” I admitted. “Right now, I just want to do what I love… and live.”

he quickly asked. I looked back down the hallway. There was no one else around. I tried to pull my hand away, but he only held it tighter. "Luis, let go-" "Answer me, Ysabelle!" he demanded. "W-Well..." I couldn't find the words. "I know your circle, and I know you don't know that man. I know your father is marrying you off, but to someone you don't even know?" "How about you? Didn't you say your father is marrying you off?" I remembered a woman answering his phone when I called him recently. I didn't know if that was his fiancée or if he was just playing around again.

she asked, attempting to shift the attention from her to him. Jacob shoved his hands in his trouser pockets and rocked on his feet. "I am." She nodded. "Well then, it's all good, right?" Was it? Jacob wondered as he studied Isabelle. Knowing that he was going to marry a strange woman to fulfil his mother's wish, he sent someone to investigate the eldest daughter of the Cruzes. He had needed to know about her so he could figure out how to encourage her to divorce him quickly. But now, he was wondering whether his source had gotten his information

Jamelle and Stella were already inside. Papa stood there with his back to us. “ Yes papa?” I questioned strongly trying to hide my fear as I stood in front of his wooden desk which filled half of the room. The room was dim and his curtains were closed, not letting the sunlight through. The intimidation was seeping out of him in folds yet his back was turned to us as he spoke. “ There has been a change of plan and Jamelle Is no longer getting married to Allesio but now Jenine is” he declared with a careless but demanding tone.

I put my hand on Isabella’s knee as a gesture that I was happy with her as well. “What can I say? She was a magnificent woman and I am the luckiest man in the world,” I said as Nicolas was putting his hand around his wife’s shoulder. “You and I both, Tim. And we have wonderful news to share with you guys,” Nicolas said as Camila was clearing her throat. I was sipping on my wine before I was looking at Nicolas’ wife. “I’m pregnant,” she said before Isabella was shouting and we were congratulating them. “Wow, congratulation. How long?” Sabel asked as Camila looked at her.

he says extending his arm towards me I just looked at it then I looked at Ace then back to Logan and I extended my hand towards him hesitantly but I shaked it nonetheless. His hand was warm and it was firm and he kept on looking at me. "You haven't told me your name." he says his voice low and deep looking at me giving me the same look he was giving me yesterday as if he was searching for answers in my eyes. "I-m." I let out but no words were coming out so I clear my throat talking felt so alien to me I haven't uttered a word in weeks. "Isabella." I whisper "I'm Isabella, Ace's wife." I say more clearly he then nodded his head. He then let go of my hand and I hadn't realized he was still hol

“Isabella? Oh, I’m afraid she’s not here, dear.” Luciano’s jaw clenched yet he asked nicely “Then where can I find her?” Her smile widened slightly, a glint of mischief in her eyes. “She’s with the father of child, of course. Spending time with Rodriguez.” Luciano blinked, the name hitting him like a punch to the gut. Rodriguez, Juan's father and Isabella's ex-husband. The man had been out of the picture for years, and Isabella rarely mentioned him. But now she was spending time with him? It didn’t make sense.