La Hija Del Embajador Cast Novels & Stories

There was no denying she carried herself with the same unshakable regality Val had been told she herself projected and Val really couldn’t yet tell if that was coincidence or intent. Was she wealthy? Married into wealth? Born into wealth? Either way she looked like one of either. “Everyone,” Aisha began, her voice a little hoarse probably from yelling at the employees downstairs, “I want you to meet our newest ambassador, Saskia Hartmann.” She smiled as she gestured to the woman. “She’s joining us from the Seville branch, and I’m sure you’ll be seeing her in more campaigns going forward.”

Joaquin's fiance, Natasha Cruz is the daughter of their biggest investor and receiving a large amount of investment from her father, besides Natasha is a very popular face in the country that he can use it as an advantage I'm future so he decided to marry her so he can kill two birds with a stone. Emiliano's finance, Kayla Dias is the model and actress who was behind him since so many years but after he gets to know that she can be a great face for their business and lure men he decided to get engaged with her because he saw no harm in it.

When Maria saw her on the cameras, she said; - That's victoria, the journalist I saw in Colombia, but she is actually David Del Valle's wife, and mother of that child I didn't see in time when we kidnapped Sue. We should invite her in. Go Emiliano Romero, invite her in, and make sure she is alone. Finally the journalist enters the door with airs of grandeur, and international informant and says; - I came to look for my husband, I know you kidnapped him.

Frema swallowed and stared at the unrecognizable being before her. "I believe you're his fiancee, miss...?" The door swung open then and Kayla entered while Titi stood behind her. She was the one who responded, "... Miss Kayla soon-to-be Castile. Nice to meet you." A wide smile gripped her red lips as she extended a hand towards the doctor. The man accepted her hand in a handshake, even if he was still confused about the whole scenerio.

He looked at me for a second before looking back at the road. “The man that greeted him in Spanish?” “Yea.” “What about him?” My voice showed curiosity. “He's my father.” I gasped at his words. “Your father?” I gasped again (started to overreact). “I thought you said your father was mixed.’ “Yes. He is half Spanish and half American. He just possesses more Spanish DNA, you could hardly tell he is American.” “Exactly.” I was starting to like our conversation. “So your father is the ambassador of Spain?”

Chapter 21 After that hasty engagement scene, I couldn’t utter a word to Cairo nor say anything to explain myself to my family. Even on my social media, I saw stolen photos of me during that ‘awe-so-cute’ moment though my facial expression is fit for funerals. “You should have told me soon about this Hijo!” Missis Matilde Buenvista, his grandmother said. She just woke up from passing out after hearing the news from Cairo the great.

"We traced the number. Burner phone, purchased in Geneva. But we pulled CCTV from the street outside her office. The car has diplomatic plates." "Diplomatic." "Margaux Delisle's husband holds a diplomatic advisory position. The plates are registered to the Delisle estate. She is not using intermediaries anymore, Maya. She is using her own vehicles, her own resources. She is escalating." I stood at the window. The city lights were coming on. Somewhere out there, a woman with diplomatic immunity and a hidden past was preparing for a meeting that would decide the fate of everything we had built. And in the park today, a five-year-old had found a stone and held it up to the light. The territory.

A younger replica of the woman is standing beside her, sipping from her champagne before throwing a small smile my way. Denjiel slightly loosens his grip on me and steps forwards. "Madre, padre." Denjiel says to the smiling couple standing before us. "This is Kasey, my girlfriend." Denjiel looks at me and I instantly calm down as I see the love shining in his eyes. "Kasey, this is my mother, Fenna Castellano. My father Ricardo Castellano and my sister Carella."

Hazel nodded in agreement. They entered the ambassador's office, who had specifically requested them to escort a guest from Indonesia. A famous novelist who would spend a few weeks in the city. "Technically, she's just an ordinary guest, but she's my niece, so I made a special request to my friend, and he recommended you and Miss Hazel for this task," the Ambassador explained, looking between Evander and Hazel. Evander nodded. The friend the Ambassador mentioned was his commander in the army. "Also, when I asked the ambassador here for his opinion, he said Miss Hazel was your partner when you escorted the president's daughter, correct?" the Ambassador asked.

She holds the microphone and the five fingers on his left hand seem to be dancing in the air like a bewhiskered a****n. "Ahahahahahaha!" She suddenly laughed like a witch. The voice was very hoarse and obnoxious to the ears. There's nothing funny. "Do you have a clue of my name?" she added. What an intro! She must be practicing that. "Miss. Happy shalala?" the person next to me said softly. He was still wearing his black mask. The woman continued speaking, "Well, My name is Miss. Ahaha and I am the right hand of Ambassador Hugo Cassidy and we are here to inform you that—"