Isabel Lascurain Esposo Novels & Stories

she murmured, approaching with soft steps. Alejandro looked up and gave her a smile, the kind of smile that could disarm even the most suspicious woman. He knew his wife perfectly well. He closed the file he had in his hands and reclined in the black leather chair. "It’s just work, love. Nothing for you to worry about." "You said this trip was just for the two of us." "I know." But I’m done now, my queen, now I’m all yours. Isabela wore a burgundy silk dress that accentuated her figure. Her dark, inquisitive eyes scanned him in search of something... a sign, a crack in her husband's mask that would reveal the truth he was hiding.

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.

ISABELLE'S POV. “ I'm sorry but who are you? Do I know you?” Kristen asked with a confused expression and it felt like my head was about to explode. “Kristen? It's me, Isabelle, your wife.. don't you remember me?” I asked as I felt my heart beat accelerate. “ I'm sorry but I don't remember getting married..Can you please get the doctor? My legs hurt.” He calmly said but I stared at him with teary eyes.

“Best not to talk about it here.” “Is it about Nico?” I asked, watching the expression on Titus’ face change at the mention of his name. Sanda’s grip on my arm tightened. “Spill it. How bad is it?” “Is he dead?” I managed to croak out. Titus shook his head, “No, he’s about to get married to Isobel Vasquez, daughter of Don Carlo Vasquez, one of the most powerful Cartel bosses.” “It would have been better if he’d died!” Sanda spat out.

“By the end of this week, everything concerning Denni Gordon and his cronies in the Bureau will be history.” “And we’ll live happily ever after,” Giovanni concluded jokingly. Lorenzo’s expression darkened. “No… that won’t be happening any time soon.” Giovanni studied him carefully. “Why? Because of Nonno?” “No…” Lorenzo responded tensely. “Because of Isabella.” Giovanni frowned. “Isabella? Why?” “She’s alive and now married to Luca Santini,” Lorenzo replied. “No way!” Giovanni exclaimed, sitting upright. “It’s true,” Lorenzo confirmed calmly. “They’re in Barcelona.”

"I almost didn't mention this tonight. I wanted to verify it first, but given everything else, I don't think either of you should wait for full verification before you hear it." "Tell us," Alicia said. Carla pulled a second, thinner file from beneath the first, sliding it slowly across the desk. "Rafael Vasquez was married at the time of his death. Briefly, quietly, to a woman named Isabel Duarte, a marriage the Vasquez family apparently worked hard to keep out of public record. According to a sealed birth certificate I found buried in the same storage facility as everything else, Isabel gave birth to a son four months before Rafael's death."

“ 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?”