Isabel Lascurain Esposo Novels & Stories

“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.

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 ".

And how are you? —Dona Isabel: I’m fine, but tell me the news. —It’s crazy, Isabel. I met a guy, his name is Sebastian. I’m taking him to a dinner with Igor today. Dona Isabel had known Igor since his last surgery. She always said that Igor and I would make a beautiful couple and that if I didn’t end up with Igor, she would. —Dona Isabel: I hope everything goes well at this dinner, Beck. Smiling, I began to examine Dona Isabel.

Alfonso, too heartbroken to say anything shook his head in reply. Isabel took a glance around the room filled with elders, hoping that someone would raise any further objection but no one dared to breath a word. Her gaze settled on Ignacio, Carlos’ father whom she had invited to be part of the meeting. He was once her dad’s beta, not until he kept an important piece of information from her dad. “Do you?” She asked Ignacio, who was staring back at her, daring him with her eyes to voice out his thoughts. Ignacio looked away instead, causing Isabel to scoff with scorn. He was as weak as his son. She then went ahead to inform them of the reason why she set up the meeting, and as always they agre

"You must be his wife, I'm Mikaela Esqueza, the mother." She then gave me a gently hug but her facial expression wasn't changing. Even my body's shaking, I did my best not to show how nervous I am right now. "Nice meeting y-you," I stammered. "I'm Irisian Marie Villafuente, uhm, Esqueza. But you can call me Iris for short," I smiled at her. "What family are you from?" she asked, rasing her brow. "You must be very special, my son married you in so much rush." She looked at Mr. Esqueza. "Right, Zachary?"

Isabel had no doubts that Anna's new husband would bring her the happiness and love she deserved. And the groom was none other than Jeremy, which still seemed surprising. So much had changed over the past five years. After Mason and Isabel’s wedding, Jeremy had struggled to move on, clinging to a lingering hope of being with Isabel. To distance himself from his jealousy, he took a job as a professor at a medical school in Australia.

“Well I’ve been doing a bit of research since I dropped Edward off at the Hospital…” Belinda, Alice and Robert had filled Gary in on the story after Edward and David had left the night before and he had seen from the amount of blood that was lying around that his co-worker and friend had received quite a cut from the knife. “How is he doing?” Gary asks, feeling bad that he hasn’t asked the question earlier, concentrating more on what had happened to Isabelle. “They reckon that he’ll probably lose some use of his arm, but nothing major.” “I can’t believe that Isabelle stabbed him!”