La Hija Del Embajador Cast Novels & Stories

“Really? Was I also an aspiring physician then?” Castor could not tell if she was joking or not so he just ended up flicking her on the forehead. Standing from his seat, he offered her a hand saying that they should return to her room before the emperor returns. But the moment their hands touched, Emery was giving him a sly look and a mischievous grin. Standing before him and taking a step closer, she tiptoed and whispered, “Sir Castor, why don’t we go and take a look at what is going on in the Hagan residence?”

Was I really going to do this just to avenge my old self? . . . I was relaxing by the pool when a convoy of exotic cars arrived in my father’s compound. I took off my sun shades to see properly who the visitor was. Gabriel Damasco. “How dare you, Imelda!?” He growled as soon as he was out of his car and walked angrily to me. He was in one of his expensive Prada business suits—the devil wears Prada and Gabriel Damasco was a handsome Devil at that. “I assume you have received the papers from Hernandez.”

", The counsel referred to her Her eyes narrowed, " I am the wife to Mr Vilfredo Antonio Zoren " The counsel lifted his face to her, " what of ma'am Emeliana, she's the one I know as the wife to Vilfredo…are you really sure of what you're saying ? " " Of course I am counsel…. Emeliana was sent out of the family years ago….. " Good morning ma'am Candida ", a feminines voice quenched their discussion The both looked backwards to get who greeted

"Then this is what we're going to do. It's your lucky day. I will allow you to live at least for the moment but given my kindness, you're going to do something for me." He eyed me warily. "All right." "Put word out on the street that I'm pissed. Then you're going to find the two motherfuckers who attempted to assassinate Carmen Garcia." He narrowed his eyes. "The daughter of Santiago Garcia?" "Exactly." "That's right. She was at the show. Fascinating, Sebastian. Isn't she the lovely young lady you spent time with during your visit to Cuba?" Castillo's eyes twinkled. "Yes, I've paid attention to your... career."

he uttered with confused look. "Me? I was in the diner just a moment ago. How could I end up in the lift?" she chuckled. "Señorita Isabella, No estoy bromeando(Young Mistress Isabella, I am not kidding)!" he felt annoyed that he strode fast while his Young Mistress were almost running chasing after him. Antonio Castillio, the driver and bodyguard of Houston's only heir Isabella Houston. He was from Spain and could only speak a little english. He was strict and efficient. He had been Isabella's bodyguard since she was three years old.

Meanwhile, Jessica and Daina had just visited the last place they had seen Aunt Clara to see if they could discern her again but couldn't as they had to head to the embassy to check for records about Travis. "Isn't this strange? I wonder why they didn't have any record of your husband," Diana said the minute they were outside the building of the embassy. "I don't know but it seems like he hadn't left the country." Jessica simply said as they stood in the shade because of the hot sun. "Well, it's a good thing that he has a sister like Claudia. She is kind and I saw that she gave you money," Diana said. "She is, she was there to help me when I was about to give birth to Sasha. My youngest daug

They moved to the front parlor, where Nonna Elena was already arranging tea with the calm precision of someone who had weathered similar storms before. "Let them see family," she instructed Sarah, guiding her to a comfortable chair. "Nothing to hide, nothing to fear." The doorbell rang, and the family's head of security escorted two visitors into the parlor—a stern-faced woman in a dark suit and a younger man carrying a briefcase. "Mrs. Castillo," the woman addressed Sarah. "I'm Deputy Director Hammond, FBI. This is Agent Foster. We're here about your brother-in-law." "Tea?" Nonna Elena offered pleasantly, as if federal agents routinely dropped by for social visits.

She radiated wealth and power with just a smile. “Buenas tardes, Mateo,” she said warmly. “My name is Isabella Castillo.” I froze. Castillo. My pulse hammered in my ears. Castillo as in Castillo Pharmaceuticals? The empire every Dominican family knew about? This was THE ISABELLA CASTILLO? “You—you’re—” My words stumbled out. “You’re Alejandro Castillo’s mother.” Her smile widened just a little. “Yes. That would make my husband Guillermo Castillo, and my other son Diego.”

Dad referred to us. “This must be your unica hija” “Chelsea” I introduced myself and initiated to offer a handshake. He gave me a warm smile and a welcoming approach. “You look wonderful. My son will like you” I smiled as genuinely as I could even if it didn’t coincide with what I felt. “Come in. They’re waiting” We headed straight to their living room where Mr. Castro’s wife and a guy were waiting. That must be their son. Everyone started to formally introduce with each other.