While her inner circle tries to muddy Isabel Preysler, in Spain details, insults and humiliations are known that she suffered due to the sick jealousy of the Nobel Prize winner
The first tough fight was in New York, at the end of 2015. Mario Vargas Llosa and Isabel Preysler were the couple that graced the covers of gossip magazines. They started a relationship in the middle of a storm. She had just been widowed by the ex-minister of Felipe González, Miguel Boyer and he had celebrated, just a few months before, fifty years of marriage with his wife-cousin Patricia Llosa. A trip scheduled by the Porcelanosa firm, for which Isabel Preysler has been its image for decades, to London made the Nobel Prize winner and the socialite meet at a hotel. One day they were seen going downstairs together to have breakfast happily and happily, without caring that the paparazzi cameras, those who have followed Preysler like a shadow for half a century, took photos that broke Patricia Llosa’s heart. The novelist put his chest to the breeze and, without shaking his voice, he left his house once more, as he had done on at least three occasions, although this time the slamming door, he announced, would be forever.
Patricia Vargas Llosa, cousin and first wife of the Nobel
It was a sick, crazy, late love. In 2015 he was 78 years old and she was 62. They had known each other a long time ago, in 1986, when Hola, the magazine that has always spoiled Preysler, asked her to travel to the University of Missouri to interview the author of The War of the End of the World. The writer made eyes at her and she, at the end of the talk, told him with obvious flirtation “call me when you are a Nobel Prize winner or president of Peru”. Vargas Llosa, obsessed, approached the man who was her husband at that time, Miguel Boyer, and ended up being close to that couple. Peruvian journalist Mona Jiménez, who was very close to Preysler, recounted that at the end of the eighties Patricia Llosa sentenced her “Tell Isabel to leave my husband alone.” Vargas Llosa lurked for decades until in 2015 he was finally able to have the dark object of her desire.
The passion of Vargas Llosa that ended 50 years of marriage
Autumn love took flight, without everything being rosy. One is the socially overwhelming Vargas Llosa and the other Mario Vargas Llosa in private. The trips were not lacking, and in one made to New York the glass broke. It was a financial event in Manhattan where the artist has always felt comfortable. Preysler’s cell phone began to dream incessantly. Vargas Llosa looks sideways and realizes that the calls are from a Greek shipowner who is a friend of his girlfriend. He became so upset that he abruptly withdrew from the meeting. Once at the hotel, the scene that the Peruvian set up was so strong and the screams so loud that several guests called the reception to complain regarding the embarrassing spectacle. The screams became an ingredient of the relationship.
This time the enraged one was Preysler. Vargas Llosa had just written an essay entitled The society of the spectacle where he went lance at the ready once morest television, gossip programs and once morest Hola magazine, which was practically the publishing house of his new partner, known for being the Queen of Hearts, former partner of Carlos Falcó, by Miguel Boyer, from Julio Iglesias, with whom he had Enrique and Chabeli who, outright, were always once morest his mother’s relationship. Gonzalo and Morgana, the children of the Nobel Prize, abhorred this late love. Only Álvaro, her eldest son, was interested in meeting Isabel in the eight years that the relationship lasted.
For love Vargas Llosa, who now enjoys reading Flaubert as the intellectual he always was, committed things that he will regret in the years that remain to him. Appearing, for example, in Master Chef Spain to support Tamara Falcó, one of his girlfriend’s daughters, appearing on countless covers of gossip magazines, or simply going to whatever bombastic party there was in Madrid.
In addition, the divorce with Patricia left him with a financial gap from which he will hardly be able to recover. His ex-wife’s lawyer, Elena Zarraluqui, moved well and got her client to keep the best of the family estate: the New York apartment on 57th Street and Eighth Avenue in the heart of Manhattan, to a series of apartments and houses very well located in Miraflores, the most traditional neighborhood of Lima. Mario was left with an apartment on Saint-Suplice street in Paris and a 300-square-meter apartment located in the center of Madrid, near Puerta del Sol, where he has taken refuge since November 4 when the worst of the fights.
Preysler attended his last events without his partner
Moet-Chandon, the renowned champagne brand, invited Preysler to a dinner where she went, as she used to do in recent months, without her partner. She returned around midnight to Villa Meona, the mansion located in Puerta de Hierro, Madrid, where the socialite has lived for three decades. There she was waiting for her, Mario who was furious when he saw that, following she arrived, Isabel started talking on the phone with one of her friends.
-Who are you talking to at this hour? You are taking too many liberties.
The friend with whom she was speaking revealed to Hola magazine that Mario came out shouting, in the middle of the morning, slamming the door. Elizabeth did not forgive him. The genius of the Nobel had soured in recent years. They also say that over and over once more Vargas Llosa asked her partner to get married and she rejected him every time. The insecurity and the age difference contributed to the exacerbation of jealousy. Mario wanted to return but Isabel, tired, decided that the doors of Villa Meona would remain closed to him.
The exclusive that he gave to Hola angered the Nobel Prize winner, who came out to deny the story of jealousy. At eighty-six years old, Mario Vargas Llosa wanted to look back and rescue fifty years of history with his cousin Patricia Llosa, but she, from La Romana, where she spent the New Year’s festivities, seems to have definitely turned the page. Meanwhile, Vargas Llosa remains in his apartment in Puerta del Sol in Madrid, taking refuge in writing, putting the finishing touches on the novel he has been writing for two years, which, according to what they say, is inspired by all the miseries he suffered because of this crazy autumn love
