I turn quickly to find out who called me by my nickname. I can not believe it! It's Luis! He is the one who called me at the top of his voice, making everyone who arrives notice me. What is he doing here? Will he be following me? Vivian must have told him and he chased me, I think. I straighten up to face him. He approaches me smiling, but I can see his hateful look. "Blessed are the eyes that see you!" He says in a familiar tone, as if we were best friends. "I did not expect this surprise. When Vivian told me, I couldn't believe it!" He keeps talking and even makes a gesture of coming to kiss me as a greeting. I take two steps back, avoiding him. "Good morning, Luis," I responded to his greeting, trying to appear as confident as possible. "How are you?" "How do you think I am, after everything you did to me?" he asks quietly, getting closer to my ear. I instinctively move away. "What did I do to you? I do not know what you are t
I take note of everything he explains to me, I am grateful that he will stop questioning me and concentrate on work."Then, go down to the human resources department, which is on the third floor, to sign the contract. As I told you yesterday, it will be the first trial month, so you will only have the basic salary, without any other extra benefits." He indicates to me, still looking at me in that way that makes me nervous."Okay, sir, no problems." And I turn to go stand in my office, but his voice holds me back. "Look Bella... I mean Isabella, sorry. You are already informed of the projects we will be working on in these six months. For yesterday's presentation," he stops and turns to look at me intently. "Which, by the way, I repeat again, you were excellent. Without any preparation, you managed to present the second part very well. Congratulations, you are a good professional."
I can't believe this is happening to me! Of all the jobs in the world, it just had to end up where Luis was! I fix my blouse as best I can and tuck it into my skirt. The elevator door opened, and there I was, face to face with my boss, who was looking at me with wide eyes, evidently surprised by my appearance. I tried to hide my discomfort and annoyance at the situation. Without warning, my boss grabs my hand and pulls me out of the elevator, whisking me to his office. My heart was pounding, wondering what he would think of me seeing me in this state. "What happened to you, Isabella? Who did that to your face?" my boss asks, visibly worried. I tried to hide my discomfort and nervousness, responding with feigned indifference. "Eh? What do you mean? It's just a small accident, no big deal." But I knew I couldn't fool him. Shame filled me, and I felt vulnerable and exposed before his scrutinizing gaze. I didn't want him to
It can't be that my grandfather ruined it, I think. I know he is capable of that and much more. Was that what Luis was referring to when he said that grandfather had done this to him? "Since when have you not heard from him?" I hear Christian ask me and I get out of my thoughts. "Well..., sir, I think about five years or so. I was not in the country." I sincerely contest. "I see, I tell you that his parents left him with nothing after the divorce. His dad's company also went bankrupt. He graduated in accounting, and my mom asked me to employ him here. He's not bad at his job, so far. He has a child with his wife." He tells me in the same way without taking his eyes off my face. "With Vivian? Did he marry her? Luis, have a son?" I was really surprised. Christian looks at me and responds very seriously. "I don't know what his wife's name is. But that's what my mother told me. I can't assure you that it's all true. I will talk to him,
My boss insists that we leave in the same car. But I don't know why I'm nervous about this closeness. I prefer to go alone in mine, no offense. "No need, Mr. Christian, I will follow you closely. We have both already made this presentation and we know it very well. You'll see that it will turn out very well as always. You shouldn't get nervous." "It's okay, it's okay if you don't want to." He finally agrees to let me go in my car and he is in his, but he asks me. "Where is your car?" "There at the end, sir." it was the only free parking I found, the last one in the row. "You should have taken the editor's car next to mine, we will always ride together, so it's better if we leave the cars together as well." It says as we move forward "I don't know which one it is, sir." I answer and look to him for directions. "It's next to my car, the second one at the entrance. I'll tell you, and tomor
I remained silent, as I felt that he was right in what he said. That shouldn't have happened in a closed place where they ask for so many IDs to enter; I'm not going to argue with him about that. Better to leave it like this and let my boss fix it. We reached our destination."I don't know if I'll be able to make the presentation, miss. I'm so angry and unfocused that I won't be able to." Christian tells me, visibly angry."Calm down, sir. If you allow me, I can do it and you can help me." I offer myself determined that because of me the work will be affected."Do you? Do you believe you can?" he asks concerned and I understand. After all, I have just started working."Yes, sir. I already explained to you that this was my job in France. Give me all the papers and c
I don't know what to think, everything is so confusing and at the same time so familiar between us. It's as if we were old friends or acquaintances. But as far as I remember, apart from Marta, I never had another friend."Oh, how sad! But you can find another woman, sir!" I respond, trying to concentrate on the conversation."At the moment, I prefer not to think about it. And you, did you remarry after Luis?" And I see that my questions opened the door for you to ask me about my life."No, sir, but I have two children." I answer as honestly as he did."From Luis? Didn't you say your marriage was a lie?" I see that my boss does not forget what I tell him. Despite his illness."No, they are not Luis's!” God forbid, I think. “ A night of spite and madness, sir!"I don't know why I'm telling my boss this right now. It must be because I feel that I must sincerely correspond to his story. He stares at me as if he can't believe what I
I almost laugh when I see how furious she is. I'm sure that if she had Luis in front of her right now, he would have a worse time than he did with me. That's why I hurry to tell her everything, or she is capable of going to look for him to settle accounts."No, it wasn't that. I just didn't have the chance to respond. Because my boss appeared at that moment and whisked me away." I tell her, without ceasing to move forward. "I was fine until later, when I went down to sign the contract at human resources. When I came out, he was waiting for me in the elevator hallway. He cornered me against the wall and squeezed my face so hard; look at the marks on my face."She looks at me with a mix of pity and fury. During my stay in Paris she forced me to learn self-defense, so that I could defend myself when something like what happened to me today."And what did you do, Bella? Didn't you defend yourself? Why didn't you ask for help if you were afraid of him?""I
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