Isabel Lascurain Esposo Novels & Stories

He asked as he stared at her empty fingers "Well, I took it off, it's a little bit bigger than my fingers so I kept it safe at home so as not to lose it" "Okay, do you have any pictures from your wedding day?" Damn, with the circumstances surrounding her marriage, taking a picture that day was the last thing on her mind. She shrugged "Well, I don't but..." "Oh please stop Isabella, if you don't like me just say so and stop using being married as an excuse moreover, if you are truly married, I don't suppose that you'll be sleeping with the boss. You are not who I thought you were"

The gossip tabloids would have a field day. But in that small apartment, none of it mattered. Damian Villareal was no longer a CEO. He was just a man who had lost a company but had found his heart. And Isabelle Dela Cruz was no longer just an outsider. She was a woman who was finally, truly, seen.

His presence had filled the space, his confidence emanating like a heatwave. “Isla,” he had said, leaning back in his chair with a smirk, “you need to be more tolerant of my frequent club visits. Up to now, you’re still getting angry about such?” He had the nerve to chuckle after that. “Remember, our marriage was purely a business arrangement. We should just continue to act like a couple, keep up appearances for the public. You know it’s good for business. No one wants to see headlines about a hostile divorce, especially in a couple that used to make waves in this city.”

“Look at me. We’re perfect together. We can make it work. I’ll be whatever you want me to be—just choose me. Don’t choose Ainara.” “I love my wife.” It was like a bomb exploded and Isabella went numb. “What did you just say?” “I said, I love my wife—her name is Ainara Pilar Del Carmen Bernardino.” Andres then added that he married her the day they landed in Manila for their parents’ engagement party. That they weren’t doing anything immoral… That Isabella no longer had a place in his life and she would never get her ex-boyfriend back… That Ainara was the one he married. That Ainara was the only one who owned his heart.

Her stomach tightened into a knot, failed to hide the discomfort that she was feeling inside. Ikaya frowned shooting Isabella a puzzled look, " Who is she, Lucien? It seems like a human." Lucien gulped down his words nervously. He could feel through his mate bond that Isabella was getting uncomfortable slowly. Lucien pushed away her arms slowly and replied truthfully, " Ikaya..I...I have.. married Isabella..This is Isabella Adams, my wife." Shock, hurt all the bad expressions that existed on earth formed on Ikaya's face. Her painted lips trembled together. Letting out a humorless chuckle, she spoke shifting her gaze between Isabella and Lucien,

something. Before I could respond, Miguel appeared beside me, his body closer to mine than necessary — protective. "Isabella is my partner," he said with a firm voice, his eyes fixed on his mother-in-law. "And she is here as a guest, not to organize the party." "Don't be so touchy, Miguel. I just—" "No," he interrupted, more harshly. "That wasn't an innocent request. And you know it. I will not tolerate anyone disrespecting my wife."

"How did you and Cole meet?" I smiled, trying to keep my voice steady, “I am Arabella’s teacher. I met him during one of the parent-teacher conferences.” Cole chuckled beside me. "She played hard to get, but I got her eventually and now she is my wife.” Lucas rolled his eyes, "You two are nauseating." I laughed, feeling more at ease. "What about you, Isabelle? Anyone special in your life?" She hesitated, glancing briefly at Lucas. I caught the flicker of worry in his eyes. "Not at the moment."

His face didn't flinch; his expression remained neutral, yet behind those gray eyes, I sensed a deep and careful stream of judgment. "Basta, Abuelo." Sebastian cleared his throat softly, speaking Spanish to him. "Grandpa, this is Isabella. My wife," he said, returning to English. "I'm sure you've known about her for years, but you've never met her." He just nodded, but his eyes didn't leave me. His lips then turned up in a thin, faint, and barely discernible smile, a smile that seemed more like a warning than a warm expression to me.

Isabella said, pointing to the group of women I'd seen arrive. "Oh, really?" I asked interestedly. "And do you know who they are? I only know Melissa and Samantha." "They're a bunch of freeloaders!" Isabella said enviously. "Lascuran is a brute." That Samantha, I don't know how she bewitched Heitor. The black-haired one is Catarina, Lascuran's friend and Mellendez's aide. They were having an affair, but my friend Carol already broke up with that girl and got Alessandro back. The redhead is dating Guzman, the shorter one, I don't know who she is, is new to the group, and the other one is married to Rick, Patrício's aide.

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?