Israel Broussard Wife 소설 & 이야기

she exclaimed as she pulled Isabelle in for a hug. Isabelle couldn't help the smile that crept off her face. “I don't think it's a big deal,” she shrugged. “Not a big deal? Do you know your husband? He's the ruthless and powerful don. Ofcourse it's a big deal. I feel privileged to be standing in the same space with the capo’s wife, and you're so pretty,” Sofia continued. “Thank you,” Isabelle smiled again. “You're pretty too.” Sofia returned a warm smile. “He must really love you, if he came with you on your first day at work.”

I said and embraced her. "I love you so much, my little Damie," She replied. I chuckled. I left her in the living room and went upstairs to change into something casual. The flash drive, I was giving was what was on my mind at the moment but I needed to talk to my wife first. Isabella was standing in front of the window watching the sunset. I approached her and hugged her from behind. She pulled away from my embrace. This was not good. I knew she was upset about Natalia's unwanted visit and from the looks of it

Before I could get a word out, Elias said awkwardly, "She's gained quite a bit of weight with the pregnancy. Walter, Hubert, is she taking up too much space?" Walter Spiel and Hubert Locke, sitting with their legs stretched out, swiftly tucked them in and laughed. "No, not at all." "Great. Don't worry about Renee," Elias said. "She's my wife, and it's only right for her to make sure you're all taken care of." His words pierced me like a blade, cutting deep into my heart. Our relationship had always been strong, from the start of our dating to our marriage. But everything changed once Isabel became his colleague.

She managed to ask and she scoffed. “Oh, I guess Adrian never informed you of it,” she said with a chuckle as she placed her arms akimbo. “Adrian?” She asked in disbelief. “Yes, he is aware of it. I guess he never informed you of our return to the country,” she continued. She shook her head in dismay as she couldn't digest all that Barbara was saying to her. “Well, I’m glad you’re aware of it right now. Because we’re back. Isabel is here to be with her father while I am here to claim back my position as the legally married wife,” she stated confidently.

“ 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?”

“Long time.” Adrian turned from the window, caught off guard. Thomas nodded toward them. “I’ll be outside, sir, if you need me,” he said, giving them privacy. Adrian’s surprise softened slightly into a small, fleeting smile. “Finally, you decided to come home.” The woman stepped inside. She was his younger sister by three years, Isabel Wolfe, now married to Julian Kessler, whom she had met during her studies abroad. They had a quiet, simple wedding and chose to live overseas despite their grandfather’s disapproval. Adrian had been sad when she left, and they hadn’t seen each other in years.

I took out my laptop to search through the browser and I typed in the name I had seen earlier on the model list, Isabella Rodriguez. She was the one, my bully from high school, but the media knew her as an actress and model and a kind mother who was married to a political figure. I paused when I saw her husband. Was that... William? My heart rate immediately picked up, my hands shaking, and I closed my computer after a while. I couldn't bear to stare at the person that had haunted my life for ten years now. He was a senator? How? And married to Isabella? I stood up to get a glass of water because of how overwhelmed I was, and I gulped it down in one go.

Brandon also immediately stood up from his chair and followed his wife quietly so as not to be noticed by Isabella. Belinda actually went to the restroom to vent her uncontrollable tears. As she was about to open the women's restroom door, her hand was grabbed from behind. “Are you angry, my wife?” Brandon’s voice sounded hoarse, making Belinda turn around immediately. Belinda, still angry, let go of her husband's hand roughly. "Let go of my hand! Do you want Isabella or Daniel to see us?!" Brandon let his eyes well up with tears, touching his wife's left wrist again. "I had to accept Isabella's invitation to have lunch with us. I couldn't refuse. Actually, I—"

I laughed, "but if it would have effect on the company, I don't mind answering." A reporter raised his hands in the air, "Good day, I'm Benson Cort from Marvel News, yesterday we got a tip that your father and chairman of The Brooks Company, Mr. Jordan Brooks had given you a choice to choose between getting married to your betrothed, Sabrina Parks and getting Eighty percent of his estate or choosing your new found lover, Miss. Fiona Campbell, I believe."

"Is everyone in this family horrible?" "Not everyone." She pulled out another photo that made her expression tighten with something like disgust. "But some are worse than horrible." The woman in the photo was stunning. Maybe late forties, with perfectly styled blonde hair, flawless skin, and the kind of beauty that looked expensive to maintain. But her eyes were empty. Cold in a way that had nothing to do with calculation and everything to do with cruelty. "Isabella Blackwood. Vincent's wife. Damien and Marcus's mother." I stared at the photo. "Vincent is married?"