She wasn't genuinely concerned; she was just making conversation as part of her job. I smiled and nodded.“Sure, you're the expert here.” I say with a smile.She left with a smile and returned with an enormous glass brimming with fruit, complete with a little flag adorning the straw. The size of the drink astounded me; it seemed it would last the entire night.“Wow, that's quite large,” I remarked.“Try it, you won't regret it,” she assured me with a wink. “But take it slowly, or I can't guarantee you'll walk out of here,” she chuckled.I took a sip and found it sweet but potent with alcohol. The first few sips were challenging; I even coughed under her mocking gaze as she checked back in with me periodically. Strong alcohol wasn't something I was accustomed to – my experience was limited to the occasional sweet wine, just a small glass. Nevertheless, I persevered, sipping gradually, and to my surprise, the taste grew on me.I continued to drink, scarcely noticing how the liquid dwind
We remained thus, locked in an embrace, barely moving. I let my head rest on his shoulder, feeling his nose nuzzle into my neck and his lips kiss me tenderly, while I pressed ever closer to his body. A deep sigh, almost akin to a sob, escaped from my throat. I yearned to turn and face him, but he wouldn"t allow it. Gently, he slid his hands up my body as if reading Braille, slowly tracing every curve and contour. He paused just past my waist. At the shudder that coursed through me, I moaned, attempting again to turn towards him.He didn"t let me turn; instead, he grasped my hips with both hands, pressing me against his pelvis. And so, we surrendered to the intoxicating rhythm of the music, which caused us to move sensually as though we were one entity. I allowed myself to be swept up in the delightful sensation of being desired. I relished the trail of his hands on my skin; I didn"t turn, I didn"t try again. I had no wish to know who he was. Only his pleasing scent
He was on top of me, kissing me incessantly, or rather, devouring me. He began to kiss my body, which trembled with sensations. I closed my eyes and focused on feeling and letting him do as he pleased, determined, without thinking, to go wherever this might lead. I was beneath him, enjoying his closeness and the presence that enveloped me completely. Each of his kisses made me tremble with excitement, and my heart raced. Without realizing it, I let myself be carried away by the passion of the moment.Gently, he caressed my skin as he lifted my short dress. I felt a mix of nervousness and eagerness for the unknown sensations that were arising within me. The beats of my thighs quickened as I felt his kisses there, and each caress transported me to a world of intense and unfamiliar emotions.His kisses gradually became bolder; his warm mouth landed on my belly, which he sucked, bit, and licked as he pleased, drawing moans of pleasure from me. And as he did, like an expert, he
The room filled with sounds: the thumping of his body against mine and the sound of his member entering and exiting. I was in ecstasy! He turned me again, placing my legs on his shoulders; he thrust into me with even more vigor while rubbing my center with his fingers. I gasped with pleasure and pulled him to place him on top, kissing him desperately. But he turned again, sitting me on top, making me ride him.My breasts rose and fell as his member opened me wider and wider, going deeper and deeper inside me. I was going crazy; I placed my hands on his strong chest and moved, seeking the forbidden pleasure that came in a gasp of contractions and spasms, emptying me completely. As I was thrust into with great energy, I reached my climax.My crying surprised me; I couldn’t stop crying. It was my first time feeling an orgasm! Being treated like a desired wom
I sighed as I watched the hotel fade away after my night of madness. I asked the taxi driver to take me to my apartment. I glanced back nervously from time to time, afraid someone was following me. Just as we were leaving, we stopped; the street was blocked, and a large crowd was watching someone being picked up by an ambulance.“Poor kid,” I heard the driver say. “He was hit while saving a child. How can a mother lose her son?”“Was it serious?” I asked, noticing how he was looking at me in the rearview mirror.“It seems so; he was bleeding a lot from his head while holding the little boy.” the driver continued.“And did the child suffer anything?” I took a concerned interest.“No, not at all; he came out unscathed. The young man protected him very well, but I don’t think he will survive. Because of that accident, we have to take a small detour, but don’t worry, we’ll get to
Now I understood my father’s threats against Luis the night of the dinner. He was warning him about that. Should I call him and tell him everything that happened? It would be good to have him on my side.“Mr. Ramiro, do you know why you are here?” I asked first.“Of course, Bella. Your grandfather told me that Luis attacked you and left you like this. Is that true?” he inquired immediately.“Yes, sir, he did,” I replied firmly.“Did he give you all those bruises?” he asked again.“Yes, sir,” I assured him, but I hurried to add, “But I already told my grandfather that I just want a divorce, not to accuse him or anything. I don’t want to get into all the hassle of lawsuits or scandals. You understand me, right?”It was something I needed to make very clear; I wanted to leave all that behind and get away as soon as possible. If there was a trial, it would turn into a specta
I get up, go for my bag, and as I do, I remember all the new marks from my night of madness. What do I do now? I walk slowly to where he is waiting for me patiently.“Mr. Ramiro, there’s… there’s something I need to confess to you before we go to the police,” my face must be red with embarrassment. He looks at me intrigued, telling me to continue. “I have some marks that have nothing to do with Luis.”Without letting him ask, I show him my neck, feeling even more embarrassed and lowering my face as I murmur,“Last night… I drank too much, and that’s what happened. Do you think it could complicate anything?”“No, but just in case, I won’t request an annulment, only a divorce. Is that okay?” He looks for a solution immediately, and I like that.“I don’t care how you manage it; all I want is to separate from Luis,” I reply right away, breathing a sigh of reli
My grandfather wouldn’t stop talking to Mima, nodding at everything she said to me. She couldn’t express herself with words, but she could listen perfectly and make herself understood through signs. She seemed like a little girl and didn’t know how to take care of me on her own. They were really scared to send me on that trip alone. I laughed and hugged both of them at the same time.“Stop worrying; I’ll be fine. It will only be a few days without you; I’ll spend my time at home looking at possible schools to enroll in,” I repeated, seeing that they weren’t calming down.“Okay, we’re going in four days; as soon as I finish my last therapy, we’ll leave,” my grandmother said through signs.“No, Mima, wait until you feel better, and then you can go. Grandpa, don’t let her go feeling unwell; I’ll be fine,” I asked, genuinely worried about her.And that’s how my whole day went, with them behind me, giving me I don’t know how many tasks. I let them because I understood the situation; I had
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