Eva sat in an elegant restaurant, a smile playing on her lips as she reminisced about the previous night spent with her husband. She knew he wouldn't touch the bottle of wine she had opened; that's why she had prepared one still sealed. In the end, she succeeded in coaxing him to bed as she desired, extracting a promise from him to assist in Isabella's engagement. Everything had to be flawless this time; failure wasn't an option with so much money at stake. She had risen early to visit the market, purchasing an array of gifts for Isabella. She aimed to portray herself as the perfect mother, repentant for her absence and deeply apologetic for her past transgressions. She had rehearsed apologies for her harsh words when Isabella deserted Luis and threatened to disinherit her, as well as for the prolonged absence and lack of communication. She had always harboured disdain for Bella, who had favoured her grandparents over Eva and her father since birth. Though she couldn't deny her con
The doctor, Alfonso, hands him a hydrating drink that Santiago sips slowly as instructed by the pleased man."Seems like you're feeling better now, with what I gave you, you won't vomit anymore. And the shaking will pass in a while. Don't fall into that woman's traps again, my friend! I have to tell you, everything that comes from her is dangerous. See? You're already stopping shaking, soon you won't feel that discomfort.""I'm very glad, I don't like vomiting, I never have. And I feel better, thank you my friend. When I woke up, I didn't think clearly, I got scared and ran here even though you told me not to, don't worry, I'll make sure nothing happens to you. Damn it, I hate vomiting!""No one likes vomiting, Santiago. Now go, I have other patients to attend to, I'm not your personal doctor. Let me know if you feel anything, no matter what time it is, I'll come see you right away. Although I don't think I'll give you anything else. See you later and remember your appointment this w
He bends down and picks him up too. Isabella is listening to the doctor's explanations about the treatment and that she should have them tested for allergies to see if they are allergic to anything else. Marta accompanies her."You really scared me. They never get sick," says Isabella, holding the papers and following Christian, who is happily carrying the children in his arms. "Why did you give them Thompson? They are Sardino Giménez, Marta!""Did you forget the contract? I couldn't just give them your last names, Bella. Wake up! They are his children! We have to do everything right, everywhere, not just in front of your parents, or everything will fall apart," Marta says very seriously."True, I had forgotten!""And you have also forgotten that you have to fake some paternity tests to prove to his family that they are his," Marta continues, thinking of everything."Hey Marta, your mind thinks of everything! You're right, and since we're here, I'll tell Christian. Christian... Christ
She hugged her tightly, seeing how excited she was, and from that position, she observed Christian with the children seated on the kitchen counter, with a huge tub of ice cream open, and the three of them eating directly from it with spoons. She slowly turned her grandmother around, who, upon seeing the scene, started laughing."Leave them be, Bella. The three of them are happy."She moved forward until she was in the kitchen. Christian looked at her and continued talking with the children, who were telling him many things in French. He spoke it very well too, which surprised her, and he turned to her with a huge smile.“I just remembered that I speak French, Bella! I just remembered something else! Thank you, thank you so much for coming into my life, Isabella!” He stepped forward and hugged her, feeling emotional. She returned the hug, feeling happy for him. Maybe fate brought them together because they both needed each other, she thought, slowly pulling away. Christian held her b
He says it again like a good boy, and that makes me even more furious. He doesn't remember anything, how he made me suffer on my only free day away from my mother. The day I could do what I really wanted without being afraid of doing it wrong and my mother scolding me and punishing me without my father defending me. And I do remember everything very clearly now.I see Mima nodding her head, agreeing with Christian, who continues to smile happily while she serves him a piece of cake, which he begins to devour with tremendous pleasure. I have to make a great effort not to keep insulting him. "That was when you were children, Isabella," I repeated to myself over and over again, trying to calm my annoyance.Suddenly, my son jumps off his lap and runs towards me, saying with an expression of extreme happiness:"Dad said we're going to see our ponies today, Mom," Lucas practically shouts in front of me. "They're small horses like me, Dad says.""We have to work today, Lucas! It will be anot
We finished getting dressed, took everything we thought we would need, and off we went, looking like a happy couple. Christian at the wheel, me in the passenger seat, and my children in their seats in the back."How did you know the company is full of journalists?" I ask suspiciously, right now everything seems like a plan of his."The doorman called me.""What are we going to do now, Christian? I don't like all this fuss! If I had known you were so famous, I wouldn't have gotten you into this," I say, truly convinced of it, I should have found out first before proposing this to him."You didn't get me into anything, Bella," he replies very seriously. "I made the decision, I'm not going to lie to you, I'm very happy to do it.""Don't forget that it's all a show, Christian, and one day it will end," I remind him, but I get no response.We arrived at his house, he got out and released the children, as if it were something he did every day, they ran off ha
We went out the door that leads to a huge, beautiful dining room and immediately spotted her, standing in the middle of a field of all kinds of flowers. And she really looks very happy, she looks like a different person, as if she weren't sick, and she's even let her hair down, which is flying in the air carried by the wind. My grandfather discreetly wipes away his tears as he watches her, then comes to meet her, hugs and kisses her as if she were a young girl, she lovingly strokes his face and kisses him back in the same way. We turn our backs and leave them to enjoy their love."A love like that is what I want, Marta, the day I decide to love, I want it to be like that, like my grandparents'.""Me too, I'll try to find a love like that. So let's go and check out the whole ground floor while they're happy. We did the right thing coming here and doing all this. Just the fact that she's going to see her son again has made grandma bloom like a flower, Isabella,
"They never officially got engaged, though everyone assumed they would before the accident. But that's old news, and I doubt he's seeing her again. He's loathed her ever since he woke up. No one knows why.""Hmm, there might be an interesting story in what you're telling me.""Well, if you find out anything else, look at my card. I know someone who pays very well for stories about those two."He then heads towards a car where another man is waiting. He gets in and tells him everything he found out."And you say he introduced her as his wife?""Yes, sort of. He was holding her hand and said that if anyone needed him, he was having lunch with his wife. It could be a joke, knowing him. Maybe he's trying to get rid of Adele after her parents brought her here.""Yes, that's possible. But we need to be sure. You know the boss won't forgive us if we don't do the job right. Stay here, I'll go to the company.""Why? He's not there, I told you.""Don't
Days pass with shared laughter, warm embraces, and exciting adventures. Always supporting each other through good times and difficult moments, building a united and resilient family. Isabella and Christian found happiness in their love and in the beautiful family they formed. Time has passed, and they find themselves at a stage in their lives where routine and responsibilities intertwine with moments of tenderness and complicity.On a quiet afternoon, Isabella decides to climb onto a chair to reach a book on a high shelf. Christian, concerned for her safety and that of the baby she's carrying, calls out to her in an alarmed voice:"Bella, wait right there! You'll fall!" Christian shouted, trying to stop her. "You can't do that, eight months pregnant. If you fall, you could both get hurt. That's why I can't go to work at the office without making a fuss. You're always doing crazy things."Isabella smiles and jokingly replies, "You're exaggerating."They bo
Now seeing their parents hugging and kissing happily. Isabella gazes at Christian, her eyes brimming with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. The air around them is charged with expectation as their friends and family turn their attention to Christian, silently urging him to follow suit. Christian, who had meticulously planned this moment with Rodrigo and David, stands there with a knowing smile, watching as events unfold precisely as he had envisioned.His eyes briefly flit to his parents, who are visibly moved, their faces etched with pride and joy. They offer him an encouraging nod, their silent approval warming his heart. The room seems to hold its breath as Christian, without further hesitation, gracefully drops to one knee before Isabella.With tender reverence, he takes her delicate hand in his, his touch sending a shiver of electricity through both of them. His eyes, pools of adoration and unwavering devotion, lock onto hers. In that moment,
Santiago bursts out laughing upon hearing his daughter's question. He knows her well, and when his in-laws asked to come, he agreed even against Susan's wishes, who thought they should give Isabella more time to adjust."Didn't I tell you?" Santiago says, watching Susan's eyes widen as she nods, then turns to her daughter to answer."You can meet them whenever you want, they're desperate to come!" She pauses to look at Santiago, who can't stop smiling. "You're right as always, Santi, they're in the car waiting, Isabella.""Dad, call them to come right now! I want to finally bring our whole real family together!" Isabella exclaimed, feeling that at last everyone was going to be happy.The emotion intensifies in Santiago's voice as he hears Isabella's words. He feels overwhelming happiness seeing his daughter's desire to bring their whole real family together. Without wasting time, he takes out his phone and calls his in-laws, telling them to enter the estate
Santiago is in a state of indescribable happiness seeing the woman he has loved all his life and knowing that she is the mother of his only and beloved daughter. The joy he feels is so overwhelming that it's difficult for him to express it in words.As he observes Susan, his heart fills with gratitude and amazement. Every familiar feature on her face reminds him of the shared moments and experiences they've had together. The emotion completely envelops him as he sees them finally together, making him feel as if he were in a dream come true.The smile on Santiago's face is radiant, his eyes shining with pure and sincere happiness. He can't help but feel a deep connection with Susan, knowing that together they have created the most precious gift of their lives: Isabella. The realisation that their love has borne such wonderful fruit fills him with immense joy."Dad, could you get me a glass of water, please?" Isabella calls him, smiling as she sees how his e
Isabella looks at her father, whose face is lit up with happiness. And she knows, her father will finally be very happy with the love of his life. She can't help but smile seeing him like this. And she knows he's waiting for her to finally accept Susan, which is why he confessed this to her."My real mother did that for me without even knowing me?" she now asks emotionally, feeling that it's true, she has a mother who loves her and was willing to risk her life to save hers."Yes, my daughter!" Santiago answers, letting tears roll freely down his cheeks without hiding them. "Your real mum is very good, she's the kindest and noblest person I've ever known in my life! You look a lot like her, Bella. Now she's there in the car, waiting for you to receive her. Do you want to meet her, Bella?""Of course, Dad! I'm overjoyed to know that I'm not the daughter of such an evil woman as Eva!" she exclaims, feeling the urge to see the person who brought her into the world."
After saying this, Grandpa leaves towards the garden. Marta moves forward to take all the tests that Isabella still has on her lap, reviews them unable to believe it's all real, then turns to Isabella and says:"Bella, I'm impressed with your life. It's truly a soap opera. I want the rights to write it," she says enthusiastically."Ha, ha, ha... Marta, stop teasing me," Isabella plays along happily, not letting go of Christian's hand.They both laugh with Marta, who keeps insisting she's not joking. She assures them she'll write their story. She'll make an incredible novel about their lives, she's sure it will be a huge success. And although she claims she doesn't usually write this type of romantic plot, their story has everything: intrigue, secrets, betrayals, mobsters, which makes it unique."I'll write it, I swear I'll write it as soon as I finish writing this book!" she declares as everyone looks on."Do what you want," Christian and Isabella say
"The grandfather takes it, intrigued, as Marta and Tina look on curiously. He opens it and pulls out the paternity tests, which prove that Christian is the father of the children. He looks up, staring at them in disbelief. Marta, seeing his surprised expression, moves her wheelchair forward and snatches the paper from his hands. She reads it and bursts out laughing."I knew it!" she exclaims excitedly. "Lucas looked too much like Chris!""What is it?" Tina asks in sign language."Grandma, Christian is Lucas and Lucia's father! He was the one who spent the night with me at the hotel! He was the one who got me pregnant!" Bella explains."But that's not all, grandfather," Christian adds. "I remembered everything! All my memories came back!""Congratulations, Chris!" Marta shouts again, excited. "Congratulations on both things!""Many congratulations!" The grandfather hugs him.He still can't believe that Christian is the father of the children. He sep
After Isabella asks that question, looking at him with a huge expression of despair and at the same time of pain, Christian hurries to answer."No, no Bella, nobody raped you," he says firmly, still looking into Isabella's beautiful and fearful eyes. "That child you're expecting is mine.""Yours? Don't deceive me, Chris, I know very well you can't have children!" Isabella asserts."I couldn't," he affirms as he stands up again, leaving Isabella confused by his words.Christian takes another yellow envelope and returns to the bed where Isabella has sat up, intrigued. He hands her the results of the tests he had done to see if his sperm were viable, and gives them to his wife, who opens her eyes, still unable to believe it."What does this mean?" she asks as if needing to hear it."It means I was the one who got you pregnant, when you came to sleep with me those nights and that afternoon when we made love in the shower," he explains calmly and confi
Slowly, she takes out the white papers under Christian's smiling gaze. Isabella finally finishes taking everything out and sees two paternity tests, but she doesn't read them. She still doesn't understand."What does this mean? Did you find the father of my children?" she asks immediately."Yes, I found him!" Christian exclaims, unable to contain his joy in front of Isabella's gaze, who doesn't understand why he's behaving like this."Did you really find the biological father of the twins?" she asks incredulously. "Who is it?"Christian looks at her for a moment that seems eternal to Isabella. Her heart races as she considers the possible consequences this fact might have for her and her children. Now that everything seems to be going well, she doesn't want to introduce a stranger into her children's lives. Above all, she'll have to face the truth and tell them she lied when she said Christian was their father when he wasn't. That's why she doesn't understand the