Right now my nose is red from sneezing so much; my mother and mother-in-law ordered an enormous bouquet that reaches almost to my knees, and not only that. Every wedding arrangement includes these flowers. Thankfully, my grandmother changed the bouquet and had all the others removed from the decorations with Luis's help, who wants to get in their good graces. When she told him I was allergic to those flowers, he agreed to remove them all, despite the furious faces of my mother-in-law and my mother. So I felt relieved when my grandmother gave me a new bouquet. One that she had ordered, made of orchids that don't affect me and is much more beautiful. She also placed them in the floral arrangements with Luis's help. My grandmother is the only one excited about this wedding. She hugged and kissed me, with tears in her eyes. My grandfather doesn't want me to get married. He keeps telling me he's only here for me, clearly annoyed. He doesn't like the groom and looks at him as if he wants
He looked at me for a moment, then hugged me again very tightly, and we separated to position ourselves at the entrance. Could I say no? No, Mom had told me he was in serious trouble, that if I didn't marry Luis, he would go bankrupt. Come on Isabella, it's just three years of sacrifice to save your beloved dad.I didn't hear from Luis until the next day; he arrived an hour before the flight departure. After arriving late and angrily storing the hand luggage overhead, slamming the compartment doors and making everyone stare at us, he sat down furiously beside me."Is something wrong?" I asked."Bella, could you do me a favor?" he asked, looking at me annoyed."Yes, just tell me what it is," I said obligingly."Move to economy class!" he almost shouted and added when he saw my questioning look. "I want to sit here with my girl."I looked at him bewildered, I couldn't believe he was asking me that! But seeing he w
I entered my new house, a gift from my grandparents. It's beautiful and, most importantly, very bright just as I like it. Upon entering, the first thing that catches your eye is a huge mirror with trailing plants on either side. There's a small table with drawers and on top of it, the enormous vase I've always admired at my grandparents' house. I smile, seeing my grandmother's touch in this. The living room that follows is really spacious, with a beautiful floral furniture set - I can't believe she remembered what I said when I saw it while shopping with her. I liked it back then because it looked like a flowering garden, and I still do.As I continue my tour, a beautiful white marble staircase leads me to the second floor. Wow, why did they make so many bedrooms? I wonder. There are really many, and I open them all as I walk. They're very spacious, with huge beds beautifully dressed, each with its own bathroom including bathtubs, just as I always told my grandfathe
I smile happily at what's in front of me. It's a huge room with all my things and a sign in the middle of the bed that says:"I knew you wouldn't want to live on the second floor, because of what you confided in me on the wedding day, so I prepared this room here as your refuge" Congratulations, my granddaughter, and remember, if you need me, I'll be there in a second.Love, your Grandpa.I took my phone, happy and grateful, especially seeing the strong locks he had put on the door. I picked it up right away."You're the best grandfather in the world!" I shouted. "Thank you grandpa, I love you with all my heart too.""Do you like the house?" he asks immediately."Yes, very much. Especially this secure room you made for me," I tell him while sitting on the bed."Did everything go well with that good-for-nothing husband of yours in Paris?" I knew he couldn't help asking."Yes, yes grandpa, don't worry," I respond smiling, and to calm him
Luis said, staring at me intently. Since he hadn't been coming to the house and it was very hot that day, I had put on a shorts set that highlighted my femininity. And I think he was surprised and looked at me for the first time in his life as a woman. I'm sure of it, his eyes roamed my body with surprise, he couldn't hide it and it made me feel uncomfortable. I shouldn't have dressed like this!I reproached myself as I saw him running his tongue over his lips. Why didn't I think about the possibility that he might return? Until now he had considered me ugly, and I prefer he continues thinking that way. The last thing I want is for this brute to demand that I fulfill my wifely duties, and by the way he's looking at me, I think he'll do it at any moment, he'll force me to sleep with him. The deal we made was just words, if he breaks it, I can't claim anything.That's why before he could continue looking at my body like a piece of meat he could devour whenever he wante
I take a step back at the terrified look he gives me. It's as if I were to blame for all the annoyance and discomfort our parents caused him. He snorts when he sees I'm not saying anything. Then he yells at the top of his lungs: "Because the food isn't the problem! We have to share common stories about our honeymoon and we don't have any! What are we going to do, huh? Damn! Our mothers are a bloody headache!" "What are we going to do, Luis?" I ask frightened, realizing that it is indeed a problem. We don't have a single story together, since we spent the so-called honeymoon separately, and in my zero travel experience, the furthest my courage took me alone was to a library. If only he had taken me out for just one day, I think. Now we wouldn't be in this mess. But I don't say anything to him, that won't fix the problem. Fighting won't help us at all, we must be practical, so I release all my air thinking what to do. "We don't have an
Never mind, I have to do it because if they discover we don't share a room, there will surely be trouble. I take a suitcase and fill it with my clothes of all types and run up the stairs as best I can, enter his room and put them in the closet along with his, arrange the shoes and my underwear in a drawer. I go back to my room and bring makeup, toothbrush, and everything else."As soon as they leave, get all this junk out of here!" Luis tells me as he watches me fill his room with my things."I think we should leave them here just in case, I'm sure mom will come by often. Don't look at me like that, the ones I put aren't ones I use, it's just for show, I won't be hanging around in your room if that's what worries you. I love mine and hate climbing stairs, in case you forgot.""Fine, just finish and leave, I'm having a video call with my girl!" He still speaks rudely, as if my presence there irritates him."This is important Luis, I'm sure they're coming to check
Everyone is watching me as if they were waiting for me to say what he is asking. Especially mom who looks at me as if she wants to kill me. My father-in-law smiles waiting for me to do it, at my mother-in-law who turns red and lowers her gaze. But above all my eyes meet those of my dad who looks at me longingly."Ha, ha, ha..." I laugh nervously, I don't like this man at all. "Thank you, father-in-law," I say, while looking at dad, and I think I saw him half-smile when he heard me call him that."Bravo, how was the trip, did you like it?" My father-in-law continues to ask without taking his eyes off me."Everything was very nice, dad," Luis saves me by coming to join us, he's certainly keeping his promise not to leave me alone with them, for which I'm very grateful, they really make me nervous with their questions and insinuations, "but now let's eat, dinner will get cold. We'll chat later.""Dad, are you coming?" I ask, stopping to wait for him.Yes,
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