Isabel Lascurain Esposo Novels & Stories

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."

Your presence at this event has generated a lot of expectation. Alejandro shook his hand firmly, maintaining an impenetrable expression of courtesy. —Minister Laverde, the honor is mine. —It’s a pleasure to see you again. The minister’s wife, a woman of understated elegance, examined Isabela with curiosity. —I had not had the pleasure of meeting your wife, Mr. Moretti. Alejandro smiled with discreet pride and slid a hand over Isabela’s back. —Allow me to introduce her. Isabela Moretti, my wife and the most captivating woman in this room.

she demanded, her gaze darting between us. Ivan shot her a defiant look, quickly zipping up my dress and turning to face his mother, who was struggling to hide her anger. Mrs. Carlos’s eyes narrowed as she gave me a disgusted look. “Ivan, Isabel is your fiancée, and I won’t have you treating her this way.” Ivan frowned. “I've told you, Mother, I’m not interested in marrying Isabel. I’m married to Veronica. That’s why I engaged her.” “No, I won’t allow you to throw Isabel aside like that. You’ve already engaged her?” Mrs. Carlos shot back.

She put her hand on her chest to feel her heart rate as it increased, she imagined everything that could have possibly gone wrong with Lucas. Lucas Archer wasn't the most perfect husband to ever live. He was an arrogant billionaire who always had his way, but Isabelle loved him unconditionally still. She had known him since she was 16 and had been married to him since she was 19. She loved him, he was her first and he was her only. She never imagined herself with anybody else but him. He was the only man she ever knew and loved. She was his, and he was hers. She stood up from the couch while she scrolled through her contact list, thinking about who she would call, who would know where he was

Chapter 11 Isabel's deepest intention was to find a way to remove Esteban from the Lazaro family. She was furious because Anna helped Esteban defend himself and accepted her marriage to him. She couldn't believe Anna's decision. "Anna, I’m telling you... you can’t love that trash. He won’t bring anything good to your life! Look at me, I will be your lesson!" Isabel complained. For three years, Anna hid her true feelings to protect herself and her husband. She wouldn’t leave Esteban even though he didn’t help her secure the contract with Desmond Estate Corporation.

He greeted the man, then turned to the smiling woman beside him, "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Rousseau." "How come I don't see Chester Valande's daughter with you tonight?" The old man asked Sebastian, searching for the sight of Shakira. "Because we are no longer together, Mr. Rousseau." He informed to the man without mincing words, then urged Isabel to come say hello to them. "This is Isabel Hadid, my girlfriend." Sebastian introduced Isabel to the couple, who held her under their scrutiny for over a minute, before their faces broke into wry smiles.

“ They think it's high time I give them a child right?” “ Yes, but I think they want to see more of the chemistry between you two, and how you two have been living especially how you have been coping as Rodrigo’s wife” “ Why don't you go tell them that it has been hellish?” “ What has been hellish?” That familiar voice suddenly asked and for a moment I almost wondered how she sneaked up on us so quickly. When Hannah locked eyes with Jennifer, she scoffed and arched up her brow at her. “Isabella is married to my brother while you are in a relationship with Marcello, right?”