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“Máximo clarified. Isabella looked down, disappointed. Maximo lifted Isabella's chin gently, forcing her to look him in the eye. - You are a very beautiful woman; you have nothing to be ashamed of... Trust me. Isabella nodded, her heart racing, and took a couple of steps back, to go to one of the loungers. With her little red face and her back to Maximo, she took her dress and lifted it, pulling it off her head. From a distance, Máximo watched her and as the fabric of the dress went up, his eyes widened, surprised by what was revealed to him. Isabella had hidden it very well, she had a beautiful body, perfectly proportioned curves, not that she had exaggerated attributes, she was the perfect

“Oh that, he’s not available at the moment. But he’ll be meeting you shortly. I’ll also let him know you’re here.” Isabelle had been lying on bed, eyes on the ceiling thinking about her new life and what the future holds for her. She stood up, pick up the remote on the table beside her and selected a news channel to watch. The presenter was introducing the contestants for the new face of Fernandez Holdings. The ladies cat-walked to the stage from their positions, shaking their buttocks sideways with enchanting smiles on their faces, their legs were long and seductive. Isabelle admired them. But then, her eyes widened fractionally with each passing second upon casting her gaze on the third co

There was a sort of piercing sound from the speakers and then the electronic voice went on talking. “Most of you may think you know who Isabella Martinez is. A Nerd,” just then the projected screen started to reveal pictures of Isabella from when she was little and until she changed her dressing sense. She had her braces on, she played soccer, she wore larger clothes. There were giggles round the crowd as an animated picture of Isabella wearing large glasses and heavy braces came on. “Some people think she’s now changed, pretty, hot but guess what? I bet you didn’t know that she’s also a liar and a slut!”

Lucien’s hands slid lower down her stomach to the waistband of her jeans. He undid the button and zipper easily, smoothly sliding the denim down her legs and along with her panties. Isla stood there, completely naked and completely exposed, her body trembling with urgent anticipation. “Look at you standing there,” he murmured, his gaze traveling slowly and intensely over her body. “So perfectly flawless. I am going to utterly ruin you, Isla. I am going to use you until you cannot physically walk away.”

Chapter 40 Nina’s POV The rotors kept thumping, relentless, like they were counting down to something I couldn’t stop. Isabela’s red silk dress snapped in the downdraft as she took one deliberate step toward me. Her heels clicked once on the tarmac sharp, accusing. Floodlights turned her skin porcelain-pale and her eyes black pits. “You disgusting bitch,” she hissed, voice slicing clean through the engine whine. “Do you know the trouble you made us go through? You should be locked in the dungeon and chained, forgotten, rotting.”

"Mamma pretty! Belly!" I almost cried. My Bronx loud laugh came out instead. "Luciano, people are staring." "Good," he said. He stood, pulled out his phone, and took a picture of my belly in that cut dress. "Let them." The clerk coughed. "Do you, Luciano De Luca, take Isabella Reyes—" "Isabella De Luca," Luciano corrected. "She signed last night. She is already De Luca." The clerk swallowed. "Do you take her..."

NOTE: My lovely readers, beware of MATURE CONTENT do not read if you can't!! Isabella finally dressed in a short skinny gown,her cleavage exposed,her thighs half naked. Her make up, light and simple, she's ready to give her body away in order to save her mom. "Bella,you've to smile,"Sandra whispered to her and she smiled. She wished a miracle could just do itself and someone end up paying for her mother's hospital bills, like in movies but unfortunately this is her reality.

After a few seconds, she nodded. “Yes, that’s her.” Then she chuckled lightly. “Goodness me. It’s been decades, yet she still looks just as young. All these rich people really need to share their secrets.” Mirena barely registered the comment. Her gaze dropped back to the image on her phone. Present-day Isabela looked older than the woman in the photograph. Comparing the two, Mirena guessed that the picture in Isabela’s office had been taken a year or two before the one of her birth.

Isabella stepped inside like a shadow given life. She closed the door behind her with a soft click. She wore only a tiny black silk robe that barely reached the top of her thighs. The moonlight caught the curves of her body as she let the robe slip from her shoulders and fall silently to the floor. She stood there completely naked. Her full heavy breasts rose and fell with every breath. Her nipples were already tight and begging. The smooth bare skin between her thighs glistened with wetness. My cock hardened instantly. Throbbing. Aching. Ready.

Because what truly caught his attention was the sight on the bed. There she was, lying on her side, completely naked, facing him. "Ready to paint me naked, Mr. Fisherman?" she said. All he could do was swallow hard as he stared at her gorgeous body. In that moment, he completely forgot about his exhaustion and the sleepiness he had felt just moments ago. A sly, sexy grin formed on his lips. "I have something else in mind, my mermaid..."