the lucky loves of Adriana Abascal

Adriana Abascal He shoots a look that knows how to measure the value of men. It is not greed, nor even excessive ambition, although many would call it that. It’s something more basic. Since the world knew her as Miss Mexico, Adriana understood that destiny does not come to those who wait. Destination is something to be chased, like a train that is about to leave.

The first known train was Emilio Azcárraga Milmo. They called him ‘El Tigre’ and not without reason: his roar was known throughout Mexico, where Televisa antennas carried their soap operas to every home, from the humblest neighborhoods to the mansions of Mexico City. He was an older man than Adriana, seasoned in the jungle of business and the corridors of power. But she was not intimidated by her age or her long shadow. They met, they liked each other and Adriana learned that love, like empires, also needs discipline and strategy.

She lived with him for eight years, always at his side, always at the center of an empire that shone like a midday sun. Emilio taught him to see the world from above, to understand how money moves and how the narratives are constructed that make a man become a legend. When he died, a victim of cancer, Adriana held his hand until the end. He did it with the same serenity with which a captain abandons the ship when the sea claims him. But, at 28 years old, she knew that life went on and that there were more trains waiting for her.

The next train took her to Europe, to the heart of financial modernity. There he met Juan VillalongaAznar’s deskmate, a man who had directed Telefónica as if it were an army in times of conquest. Villalonga was different from Azcárraga: he did not have the weight of a dynasty but his vision of the future made him just as formidable. Adriana and Juan got married, and for eight years they shared a life that oscillated between high-level meetings and summers on the most exclusive coasts of the Mediterranean. It was an intense love, but as happens with great fires, it ended up being consumed.

It didn’t take long for Adriana to find a new direction. Emmanuel Schroedera French executive with an elegant demeanor, was his next partner. With him, Adriana explored the more discreet side of success. France, with its culture of refinement and its love of subtleties, seemed the perfect place for a calmer, slower marriage. But Adriana is not a woman who seeks calm. Ten years later, the train stopped, and Adriana, as always, got off with the same grace with which she had gotten on.

Now, her last train has taken her to the arms of Manuel Philibert of Savoyan Italian prince with a lineage dating back to the days when crowns still meant something. Filiberto is not just any prince. He does not live on past glories or the nostalgia of a displaced royal house. He is a practical man, an entrepreneur who has managed to turn the Savoy heritage into something tangible, from a food truck in California to a restaurant in Monte Carlo. With him, Adriana has found something that seems more than gold and power: a partner who understands life as a balance between the majestic and the mundane. Filiberto, with his hands that know how to knead dough and with his name that still opens doors in the most select circles, is the perfect reflection of the duality that defines Adriana. Together they seem to reign in a small world where crowns still shine and love, though forged in wealth, is real.

Adriana Abascal’s story is not that of a woman seeking wealth. It is the story of someone who understands that life is a train that does not wait. From his childhood in Veracruz to the yachts in the Mediterranean, he has known how to choose his wagons with an astonishing precision. It’s not just about luck, although many want to see it that way. It is a mix of intelligence, bravery and an intuition that allows you to know when to go up and when to go down.

Love, for Adriana, has never been a refuge or a cage. It has been a map, a compass, an engine that propels her forward. In every man she has loved, she has found a part of herself: in Azcárraga, the audacity to build an empire from scratch; in Villalonga, the ability to dream of a digital future; in Schreder, the value of elegance and discretion; and in Filiberto, the beauty of uniting the old with the new, the sacred with the everyday.

Adriana Abascal continues traveling because she knows that the destination is not a place but a path. Between Italian castles, restaurants in Monte Carlo and memories of past loves, his story continues to be written. Deep down, she is a woman who has always known one thing: the right trains don’t arrive by chance. And she, with the serenity of someone who knows her destiny, will always be ready to climb.