Meanwhile in Paris, some time earlier… Isabella sat motionless, eyes downcast, watching her grandfather's shoes pace relentlessly before her in the hospital ward. One question echoed through her shocked mind, how could this happen?
Finally his polished Oxfords halted a metre away. Santiago's voice was strained with the effort to remain calm. "Tell me Isabella, was it love? Or hate? Explain what drove you to such an action." Numbed, she raised her head slowly. His expression mingled disappointment with frustrated incomprehension. Isabella's thoughtsThree months had passed since that night when I gave myself to a stranger!Three months of disappearing!Three months in which I became someone else!Free, determined, joyful. In that, little by little, my dreams were beginning to come true. And here I am, in front of my grandfather's inquisitive gaze.“Answer me, Bella.” He insists. “ But, first think very well, whaBella was left reflecting on everything that happened, until she saw her grandfather enter with a nurse, who took the serum and said that she could leave. Noticing her grandfather very quiet."How are you feeling Bella?" Mr. Sardino asked softly."Grandpa, I'm sorry I fainted. I didn't mean to scare you." he replied, sitting down."Come on, we have to go." she said, helping her granddaughter.So they did, but instead of leaving the hospital, she walks hand in hand with her grandfather until she finds a solitary place and that's when he sends her to sit down and begins to walk in front of her, until he tells her the terrible news."You are pregnant!"Then they return to their apartment, where their grandmother is anxiously awaiting them when she hears what has happened. When she sees her, she asks her how she is feeling. She tells her not to worry, that she's fine. But her grandfather sends her to sit in the livi
Her grandfather was very excited and expressed his joy with a big smile. Grandma hugged and kissed her in the same way. Then they hugged each other. Isabella smiled nervously, but seeing them so excited, she began to feel excited about the news of her twins as well. Although she was still terrified of the responsibility it meant. “We're done,” the doctor announced. “Would you prefer to continue with me or do you have another doctor?” “We will continue with you, if possible,” replied Grandfather as they left the room together. Isabella got dressed, still frightened. One child already filled her with fear, but the thought of having two terrified her even more. If one was already enough to fill her with fear, two made her feel terrified! She was a single mother of two children - two children! The echo of those words resonated in her head as she did the things the doctor told her to do. Finally, she sat down in front of the doctor, who was writing
There they went, Isabella, accompanied by her grandparents, following the nurse who led them to a room. A beautiful doctor greeted them with a smile. Isabella watched everything with trepidation. Only once had she gone to the gynaecologist with her grandmother, and at that time it was to accompany her. Now, it all seemed terrifying to her. She took a seat in the chair her grandfather indicated. Her grandmother sat in the chair next to her, while her grandfather sat between the two of them. “Good morning, who is the patient?” asked the doctor kindly, looking at Isabella's grandmother. It was unusual for grandparents to accompany their granddaughter; usually, it was the other way around. Then Isabella raised her hand. “Me, doctor,” she answered. “You?” asked the doctor, half astonished. Perhaps she had gotten the idea that she would be attending to the grandmother and that would be the reason for their presence. Isabella smiled shyly, feeling the blush rise to
She asked, scared at his worried face. It's true that she didn't miss the look the doctor gave her, that's why she didn't say anything about the story her grandfather made up. She was terrified of the idea of being a single mother, and she was! She was! Oh God!"No, no, daughter. I haven't thought about that!" The grandfather answered quickly in response to the scared face that Isabella made, for her peace of mind. "Thank heavens! I was scared!" She said, releasing all the air. "A fake marriage is more than enough.""I would never do that to you, dear. Do you know me?" He said, looking at her intently to add, "But we have to keep their mouths shut before the gossip starts. Are you sure you don't know who the father is?" "No, Grandpa, I don't know!" she answered, embarrassed, and added, "Just last night I called the hotel, and they already deleted the security camera recordings. They say they only keep them for fifteen days. Even the girl who works a
I don't know why I didn't feel nervous. Marta and I had been receiving classes from pregnant women on how to prepare for this moment. I got up slowly and walked to my room with the help of Eugenia, who also helped me put on a large robe. Then she called the driver who quickly took us to the hospital where the doctor was already waiting for me. When she saw me she smiled."And Mr Sardino and Mrs Tania?" asked the doctor. "Won't they be at the birth? Look, he made me assure him I would be there. Tell him to come in." "Unfortunately, they are in America, for Mima's operation," I responded, sad for their absence. "What a pity. Your grandfather wanted to be present. But don't be discouraged, Isabella. Let me check you out. Lie down in that bed." The doctor examined me and nodded happily, letting me know that everything was fine. And without making me suffer too much, two hours later, my two beautiful children came into the world. A girl and a boy!
I started working with Marta at the Larousse publishing house. I had made my friend move in with me permanently. My grandfather had the entire orphanage refurbished. He left it like new. He became his godfather and enabled him with all the facilities he could. And he awarded scholarships to the most capable children.Marta was so happy that she couldn't stop talking. Since she was an orphan, she had no family. Furthermore, we had all grown very fond of her, especially me. She was the sister I never had, and her company made me happy. I proposed to her to be my babies' nanny by paying her, so that she would stop working from cafe to cafe. At first she was not convinced, because of the work schedule. But by combining her schedule with Eugenia's and mine, where we organized it very well so that no one had to miss their things, she was very happy and accepted. Making me truly happy. We lived for four happy years on the outskirts of Paris, until my grandfather sat me dow
Marta is very happy with me. She feels like family. The children call her Auntie. She spoils them. She has not been able to find another job in her specialty, because she does not speak the language. And now she is studying, to be able to find a job. At the moment, she takes care of my little ones, and keeps my grandmother company, who is very delicate from the last operation, although I think she is very sad for my father, who hasn't been to see her in a long time.Although my grandparents have a lot of money, I dedicate myself to looking for work in publishing houses. I want to be able to be independent of them. That's why I have decided to go for an interview tomorrow. I hope they accept me. There is nothing more tedious and stressful for young people than job interviews. Even though we've been here for a month, I haven't shown up to any of them yet. I have dedicated myself, helped by Marta, to researching possible publishers that could hire me without the
I do everything she tells me. I take the elevator and take several deep breaths until I reach the fifth floor. I leave when the door opens. A great silence greets me. Luckily it is true. The secretary, a very kind lady, greets me and after verifying that it is me, tells me to sit down. And here I am, half an hour before the interview is scheduled, sitting in the anteroom of a large office, next to the secretary's desk, who finally calls me. "Isabella Sardino Giménez? Please come in. Mr. Christian will attend to you in a moment." Wow, is he in? And I was waiting all the time to see him appear in the elevator to see what he was like. I stand up, adjust my skirt very well, which tends to ride up when I sit down, and walk towards the door that she indicates. As I pass by her, I thank her. "Thank you very much, Miss." "Good luck, and don't be scared by the appearance of his office," she warns me. I take a breath and decide. I walk as calmly as possible, I play lightly and listen to
After my visit to Isabella's grandparents' home, I find myself deep in thought. Life, in its unexpected way, has led me to meet people I would never have imagined. Who could have predicted that my new assistant and editor, Isabella, would be someone I knew in my childhood? The irony of the situation is overwhelming. I can't deny that Isabella has a special charm, and her children are adorable. I wonder how I had the courage to say I was their father. Why did I do it? They both looked at me with such cute, eager, expectant little eyes, that I didn't have the courage to tell them I wasn't their daddy. I felt so good when I said, "yes, I am their daddy." Their looks filled me with a strange emotion that prompted me to utter those words. For a moment, I wished with all my heart that it was true. Will I ever be able to have children? It's a question that haunts me constantly. I remember the looks on Isabella and her children's faces as I told them I was their father. Their eyes sparkled
As he watched her, his gaze was filled with intense hatred. "How could I let her escape my control?" he thought, fixated on how he should have kept her by his side forever. However, as he continued to press his body against hers, Luis noticed a change in Isabella. Her eyes reflected determination and strength, nothing like the scared girl from before. And as he held her, she smiled, not with fear, but with a fire in her eyes that unnerved him.Time seemed to stop as tension built between them. Luis struggled to keep her under his control, while she resisted with a ferocity he had not expected. In a moment of carelessness, Isabella raised her knee and hit him hard in his private parts. Pain coursed through his body, forcing him to let go, writhing from the impact. She took the opportunity and pushed him, causing him to fall to the ground. She ran towards the elevator, adrenaline pumping through her system.Luis tried to get up to follow her, but the pain stopped him. He screamed in fru
Christian said firmly, taking Isabella's arm in a possessive gesture. As he watched them walk away, Luis was filled with a mixture of hatred and frustration. He needed to understand the dynamic between the two of them, so he set out to find out more details. How do they know each other? What relationship do they have?"I should find out about those two," he told himself, his fists clenched. "I can't let Isabella come and interrupt the plan I have with Adele. If necessary, I will discover her secrets."With that purpose in mind, he returned to the reception, where the secretary greeted him with a professional smile."Good morning," Luis said."Good morning, Luis. How can I help you?" the secretary replied."Do you know what the woman who came in with the boss does?” Luis inquired.The secretary, apparently intrigued by his question, answered him with a touch of sarcasm. “Do you mean Isabella?”Luis looked at her, smiling. "Yes, her. When did she start working here and in what position?
After ending the call, she purposefully stowed away her phone. She had teamed up with Luis, forming an unusual alliance with a singular goal: to make Christian fall in love! She needed him to be her husband to liberate herself from the clutches of her father, who offered her no respite. She yearned to swiftly realize her aspirations of eloping with her true love to a secluded haven, where she could vanish without a trace, consuming her every thought. Weary of being a compliant puppet, subject to her father's caprices.She was convinced that once her father amassed a fortune through his ventures, he would finally leave her be. Recognising that her financial situation was far from ideal, she understood that they had banked on her union with Christian to yield prosperity. However, a fiery outburst had derailed those plans, and her father was unwilling to forgive her. What kind of novel idea was brewing in Luis's mind? That question gnawed at her, yet it also kindled hope that he held the
Adele entered her father's office, where he was engaged in a conversation and gestured for her to wait. She stood still, feeling scared in the centre of the room. As the call ended, her father walked around the desk and suddenly delivered a forceful slap that sent her tumbling face down onto the floor. He glared at her with intense hatred."You couldn't even handle that properly?! You had him under your control, with his memory loss! No one knew about your affair with another man! And now he's rejected you, he's rejected you! I don't know if he'll recall what you did, but everyone knows you cheated on him, and he's turned away from you!""I'm sorry, Dad! I swear I don't know what came over me when I did that foolish act. Give me some time. If I fell in love with him once, I can do it again, especially now that he has no memory. I've met Luis Ibáñez, who now works with him and they're becoming close friends. He promised to help me locate Christian. I'll show up without raising any susp
The revelation left me momentarily speechless. Christian seemed so different from my recollection, yet the connection was undeniable."Why does your face look so different now?" I blurted out.Christian's response was staggering. He had undergone extensive facial reconstruction following an accident that had left him severely injured. I struggled to process this newfound information."I can't say that I truly know you," I confessed. "We didn't exchange many words during the flight. I was engrossed in my book. You kindly escorted me home when taxis were scarce, but we didn't keep in touch afterward. You mentioned being friends with my grandparents and called me 'Bella.'" Christian appeared intrigued by my account and inquired with genuine interest:"Are your grandparents still alive?""Yes, they reside with me," I confirmed. "Why do you ask?"Christian's suggestion that my grandparents might aid in triggering memories from his past intrigued and exhilarated me."Perhaps they could assi
On the other hand, Santiago revisited his mother, parking his car at a distance this time. Waiting until nightfall, he crept through the garden surrounding his parents' house, reminiscent of his youth when he would sneak away from home. Eavesdropping by his bedroom window, he overheard a conversation between his father, mother, and daughter."Mima is right, Grandpa. That car she mentioned was Dad's; I remember it clearly. Yes, Mima, Dad is on his way to see you; he adores you.""Bella, don't get your grandmother too excited. If it were Santiago, he wouldn't need to keep his distance; he knows our doors are always open to him. Even if I was upset, I would never stop him from visiting his mother.""Mima says he's scared of you; that's why he hasn't come.""And what would you have me do? Should I leave so he can visit?""She didn't say that, Grandpa. Can you go talk to him? Maybe it's as I said; Dad feels guilty for missing Mima's surgeries and doesn't know how to face us now.""Coming,
Santiago acquiesced to the request, although his thoughts lingered on the prior accusations. Nonetheless, Eva persisted, unveiling a new revelation that triggered alarms in Santiago's mind. "You make the call, but kindly refrain from any altercations with my mother or, even more so, with Isabella. Are you certain Isabella is coming? I understand she works in France, so it's peculiar that she would abandon her esteemed position there. Perhaps she's merely visiting." Eva spoke with a mischievous glint in her eyes, prompting Santiago to suspect she harboured concealed intentions. "She's back for good. Your father informed the doctor. I overheard their conversation distinctly, and you know what?""What?""She's back for good. She's neither wed nor engaged!" she disclosed with a gleam in her eye, leading Santiago to suspect she was plotting something."How do you know? Perhaps she has a clandestine partner in France," Santiago posited in an attempt to counter Eva's insinuation. Unfazed,
Eva was taken aback. It was the first time Santiago had threatened her with divorce, and that couldn't be a positive sign. Dr. Alfonso undoubtedly had something to do with this, she was sure. Santiago was beginning to realise what she had been doing to him for years, she reflected. However, his recovery was rapid. She concealed her embarrassment behind a hypocritical smile that barely touched her lips."Don't be like that. I'm sorry for what I said before. You know that if she doesn't love me, I don't love her either. But that doesn't mean I wish her harm. It wasn't today, it was yesterday when I saw her. She appeared to be emaciated, although not entirely bad," Santiago explained. Santiago sank into the chair slowly, his gaze fixed on Eva. Something was being concealed, he sensed it, and was determined to uncover it. He vowed to rise early and visit the doctor without delay; he promised himself not to let any more time pass before seeing his mother and daughter. Yet, a nagging conc