Isabel Lascurain Esposo Novels & Stories

“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.

It took at least a month for it to die down and today I was back on the covers again. In bold script say the headline. LOVE SPARKS AGAIN. TECH BILLIONAIRE ROB SET TO WED THE INDUSTRIES MOST LOVED SWEETHEART AND MODEL, ISABELLE JUAN JOSE. An image followed underneath, showing off the glint of a ring I barely remembered choosing. There was no point fussing about how it had gotten on here. Isabelle couldn’t care less what she posted or not and how private it should have been.

He gestured to a chair bed him. “Sit.” I moved quickly, not in an effort to please him but as an attempt to escape the stares crawling over my skin. “Diego isn’t cold yet and you’ve snatched his widow. Well I would have done the same most especially with someone as hot as this one here.” One of the men said, chuckling. Bruno glared at him, and rested a possessive hand on the back of my chair. “This is Isabella, my wife and my responsibility.” He announced, his voice hardening.

Jose became enraged, "Is that him?" I put on my shrug and scarf once more. "Who are you talking about?" Tracy inquired of Jose. "Her boyfriend," Jose explained. "Is Isabella dating anyone? Why wasn't I aware of this? What is his name?" "Alexander Martinez, CEO of Skyland Corporation," Jose says. Tracy asked, "Was it he who caused the bruises? Why are you silent?" "It's not him!" I said. "So, who is it? What kind of animal caused these bruises?"

The door opens and Isabel stands there in silk pajamas, shorts and a tank top that show too much skin. Her eyes widened. "Harvey—" "I heard about your arrangement." I push past her into the apartment before she can respond. I start pacing her living room like a caged animal, unable to stand still. "With Ares and Marco," I continue, my voice rough. "You're dating them both." Isabel closes the door slowly, her expression guarded. "Yes." "Both of them. At the same time." "Yes." "Openly." "Yes." She crosses her arms. "Is that a problem?"

And a sudden rush of journalists pushed towards us with their microphones raised up in the air. “She was engaged to his cousin Ryan West” I heard a whisper from afar. “she cheated on Ryan West and now she has married Declan, isn't that too quick?” “What if she cheats on this one too?” I turned to see Isabella rooted in the same spot as a reporter shoved a microphone towards her.

"No, Aiden... I... I will marry Maximo Collins. Isabella blurted out, grimacing in pain. "What?!" Why?! It can't be, you can't accept it! You're not in love with him, he's a cold, grumpy man! You deserve someone better and I'll tell grandma...! Aiden tried to walk to Margaret's room, full of conviction, when Isabella's hand stopped him. "No, the decision has already been made, I accepted. "Isa?" Aiden looked her in the eye, stunned. "Aiden... I'm going to marry Maximo Collins. Isabela insisted with conviction, leaving Aiden with his mouth open with shock.

It made her even more uneasy. “You are the Garcias' eldest son, right?” 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.

All the men which ofcourse included this one, The Crown Prince Rafael de Ortega. A Spanish royal and a soon to be strategic business partner, because that was the only reason Prince Rafael was here—for business, and that business did not include his wife in any way. But here she was falling for those sharp cheekbones, sapphire cufflinks, and that smug grin that came naturally to men who have never been denied anything. He watched as Isabelle genuinely smiled at him when he spoke to her in Spanish. Did she even get what he said? Or was she only smiling because of the little attention?