Isabel Lascurain Esposo Novels & Stories

I toy with the idea of asking her if she'd like to come on tour with me and to visit Japan too. Both Enzo and Isabella are looking at me intently, expectantly. "I need to consult with my assistant. There have been some changes." I say now rubbing my temple. "Wouldn't have anything to do with your new lady friend now then would it?" Isabella smiles, she is a very beautiful woman. Her husband is a lucky man. Not only is she striking, she is intelligent and independent. They have three young children and I have no idea how Isabella manages to run my business financially, look after and be there for her children and be a supportive wife to her husband who works also in finance. He is the Preside

It was more about me not being able to get her out of my head than Luca getting familiar with her. I was craving her scent in a junkie kind of way and it had taken all of my willpower to not find a way to get her to come to me… this was the best I could come up with. “I should prepare” Luca rose to his feet, bounding away from me before I could speak. I sighed, closing the laptop in front of me. Mario had visited the previous day with news about Isabella. According to what he had managed to gather, she had just got out of a relationship with a Latino guy named Joaquin who cheated on her in the bathroom of a restaurant on their second year anniversary.

"I am so happy that the both of you are alive, we thought you two were dead when the divers couldn't find you. I know you have both been through a lot and deserve enough rest so I won't take up too much of your time. But where is your wife?" Angelo looked at the man in surprise and while pointing at Isabella replied, "this is my wife." The man became surprised. "The other lady who was with you, Christabel Flores, said that she's your wife and you two were even seen together on the day of the conference." Angelo finally understood while Isabella stared at the both of them in silence. "She is not my wife but my employee" Angelo replied. "She is Christabel Barrows and once again, this is Isabel

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 ".

She radiated wealth and power with just a smile. “Buenas tardes, Mateo,” she said warmly. “My name is Isabella Castillo.” I froze. Castillo. My pulse hammered in my ears. Castillo as in Castillo Pharmaceuticals? The empire every Dominican family knew about? This was THE ISABELLA CASTILLO? “You—you’re—” My words stumbled out. “You’re Alejandro Castillo’s mother.” Her smile widened just a little. “Yes. That would make my husband Guillermo Castillo, and my other son Diego.”

It was a public gesture, deliberate and unmistakable. I hesitated for a heartbeat before placing my hand in his. His fingers closed around mine, warm and unyielding. The cameras erupted. “Mr. De Luca! Who is she?” “Is this your wife?” “When did you marry?” Lorenzo’s arm settled around my back, guiding me forward as if we had done this a thousand times. “This is my wife, Isabella,” he said evenly. “Please respect her privacy.” Privacy. The word felt almost cruel in that moment.

Maximilian asked, taking a sip of water. “I did.” “Really? Who is she?” “Your wife,” Miguel said flatly. Maximilian froze. For a moment, his brain refused to process the words. “Wait… what are you saying?” he asked, frowning. “I mean it, Max. Isabella is the woman I’ve been looking for—the one I told you about,” Miguel said, regret written all over his face. He couldn’t believe he’d once refused to marry the woman who had stolen his heart.

Subject: Lena Torres Current Status: Pregnant (claimed) Key Findings: Lena Torres has been in a committed relationship with Stephan Moreau for twelve years. They met in college and have maintained a long-distance but steady partnership. Stephan works as a mid-level finance executive in New York. They keep their relationship extremely private — no social media posts, no public appearances together. However, phone records, shared financial accounts, and travel logs show consistent contact and frequent visits.

“What about school? You aren't finished yet.” “I’ll finish back at home,” Reina said. There was a knock on the door. Reina went to the door. She opened the door. Javier walked in through the door frame. “How can I help you?” Reina asked flirtingly. “I’m here for my wife,” Javier said. “Isabella is your wife?” Reina looked up at him. Mama looked up and saw Javier. “Isabella, this is your husband?” Mama stood up from the couch. “You married your father’s brother?”

there was once one woman. Her name was Isabela Cortez-Rivas—a stunning, steel-willed doctor he’d met in Cuba while undergoing facial reconstruction after a botched assassination attempt. She had refused his money, challenged his temper, and nursed him back to life on her terms. Against all odds, he fell hard—and married her in secret. Isabela gave him four beautiful children. Then, during the birth of their fifth, she died. Rumor said Rivas burned an entire clinic to the ground when she passed, killing the doctor who dared to let her bleed out.