La Casa De Esperanza Novels & Stories

“It’s no trouble. Really. I want to be here for you.” I sighed, knowing there was no convincing her otherwise. “Alright. If you insist,” I relented, feeling both grateful and a little guilty for accepting her offer. ******** When we pulled up to my house, Esperanza’s jaw dropped, her reaction both unexpected and amusing. “Welcome to my little home,” I said, stepping out of the car and gesturing toward the modern bungalow that had become my sanctuary amidst the chaos of the past few weeks. “You’re kidding, right?” she said, her eyes wide as she took in the sleek lines of the house and the carefully manicured garden that surrounded it, the flowers blooming bright against the backdrop of the se

Nervous and panicking, I stammered, "C-come in." Esperanza entered the room with a gentle and cheerful demeanor that seemed to brighten the grand space. She was an elderly maid, her face adorned with wrinkles, yet her eyes sparkled with warmth. Just like the room, there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as though I had known her my entire life, though I couldn't recall ever seeing her before. "I have brought you your breakfast, Your Grace," she announced with a cheerful smile, carrying a tray laden with what seemed to be a delectable and expensive meal. She sat down on a chair beside the unfamiliar bed, placing the tray on the nightstand.

She pulled the second journal from beneath the floorboard panel she'd created during her first week in the apartment, turned to a section and traced her finger against each word. 'Yolanda's cousin, Dorian Reyes, works the big events sometimes. I helped him get hired through the catering company. I don't think she knows but she's happy he's hired. She says it makes him feel useful. I think she just likes having someone she trusts nearby when the Astors are involved." Could it be? Vespera stroked her chin and then sat on the edge of the bed, holding the journal open in her lap for a moment. Then she reached for her phone after flipping to the next page.

He feared that she would lose her will to live and let her disease slowly eat her away. His grandmother had already lost her husband to murder, and the culprit hadn't been found yet. If she lost Isabela too—he stopped his thoughts before they could drift into the worst scenarios. Instead, he gently rapped on the burnished wooden door and, when there was no response after waiting a couple of minutes, he turned the knob and let himself in. Esperanza lay on the bed, her fragile body illuminated by the glow from the lampshade. Her thin, frail hands clutched a rosary. She must have fallen asleep while reciting her prayers.

Darrem juggle the platinum ticket in his hand and left Serene on the room. Darrem has his own house just beside Casa Roma. He treats it as his own private place. He also had a great view in his room. He had two senior maid in the first floor, Maricar and Josie. The two of them worked for 20 years with the Romas. Maricar was the cook and Josie is the one who cleaned the house. Darrem managed all the businesses in Vianca Island. That is already a big responsibility for him. There are tons of papers in his desk, and he was too tired to dug on it. His secretary, Brixel was still in Chicago. Darrem left him there to substitute for his meetings. With a hot coffee in his desk, he called Edna.

he hung up and sat back down on his chair, ready to hear what he already knows. Esperanza climbed down from her car and walked into the building in front of her, Sean had called her earlier, telling her he wants them to meet and he gave her the address. It was the first time in a long time he had called her asking for them to meet and she took her time to dress herself beautifully. She was dressed in a red short gown, her platinum blonde hair flowing softly on her shoulders. With her heels trotting which each step she took, she found herself in the room Sean said he would be waiting but with one look around, she could see he wasn’t there yet.

“Unfortunately, the circumstances of Lolita’s death wouldn’t hold up to any real scrutiny. We never expected anyone to come looking.” I feel a little jolt at hearing that name from him. I hate the way it sounds coming from his mouth, the way it bounces on the walls of this house. “But there might be a few people who haven’t forgotten her,” he says when I don’t say anything. He rests his eyes on me, and I fight the urge to shift beneath his gaze. I hear the television playing in Esperanza’s room; she’s watching one of her novelas. I can tell by the staccato of Spanish and the strains of melodramatic music. (Ay, Dios! Esperanza will exclaim about one of the characters. She is so bad!) Outside,

she said smoothly with a calm look on her face as she rotated her chair from side to side, her legs crossed. "MJ," Liam said with a tight-lipped smile, earning himself a proud smirk from MJ. "Tell me about Esperanza, what's the story? How did you guys meet?" He asked. MJ leaned against her chair and sighed. "Esperanza Montero. Such a mystery isn't she?" She asked rhetorically. "She's a smart girl, but not that smart. Her father is behind her every move she makes." The despise in her voice was unmistakable. "The first time I met her, was at the orphanage about a year ago. She pretended to be homeless to win both Sandra's and my compassion, and like fools we fell for it. When Sandra told me he

Though they were few and that is because she isn't the social type. Then suddenly she saw a strange message pop up. She clicked on it and to her amusement, she was picked out of the thousands of aspiring house helps. She was asked to come to the mansion that morning. Immediately she saw it, she leaped for joy. "Who would have thought Landon Hernandez would offer me this job." She thought with a smile on her face. She dropped her phone on the bed and rushed into the bathroom to have her bath. She stood under the shower, turning it open as she reached for her soap and sponge.

She smirked. “Oh wow. Oh shit! We are going to need to move. A one-bedroom apartment is not enough room for raising a baby.” I slapped my hand to my forehead as my wife laughed at me. “Remember that house we got outbid on in Clinton but got outbid on?” Cassidy arched an eyebrow. “The deal fell through?” I raised both eyebrows. “Yep. Our real estate agent called while you were in the shower. It looks like we will be homeowners in the new year.” She grinned.