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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 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

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 hanging up on my grandfather, leave the papers in the car, lock it tightly, and walk towards the shopping street that is a little further down from the company. I want to concentrate on my work, not be the subject of gossip from other workers. Thank goodness I'll be on the management floor. I don't know why the director reminds me of someone. Have I met him and I don't remember? He's really handsome. Maybe I saw it at one of the many symposiums I participated in in France. That's probably it. Be careful, Isabella, don't fall in love. Remember your two suitcases, they are waiting for you at home. No one will accept me with them. I arrive at the shopping street and stop thinking about where to go. I'm not really sure. The few times I came to this place I did it with my mother, or my grandmother as a child. As an adult I never came alone. Um...I think it's that way, if that's where I want to go. I turn right and head to the shopping center. After a few turns, I finally found wha

And here we are in the middle of the store, being served by two beautiful ladies, who can't take their eyes off my handsome boss. He comes out of the dressing room, buttoning a beautiful baby blue shirt. I look at him. A rebellious curl of his black hair falls over his forehead and I jump. It is the same, one that I always struggle to fit in my little son's head. "Ma'am," the saleswoman who brings several outfits for me, in her hands, brings me out of my thoughts. "The ladies' changing room is behind there. Your husband is in good hands." My boss and I look at each other. I'm going to clarify the situation, when Christian winks at me and says. "Yes, dear wife, I'm going to help you right away, with your clothes. Accompany the young woman to move forward, we are somewhat behind." I turn all red, and I almost run out, after the girl who is wearing my clothes. I try on various dresses, always getting my boss's disapproval. Until he found a beautiful dark blue, which matches the