To Lose or Win

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• RELUCTANT BRIDE FOR THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE   Fighting All My Life

  AUTHORS POV Tessa stood before her wardrobe mirror, the early morning light seeping in through gauzy curtains. She pressed her fingers against her temples, trying to massage away the tension that had been tightening her brow these past weeks. Her ready-to-wear office suit looked neatly ironed with really sharp stretched edges and professional—but all she felt right now was hollow; and maybe fear. A soft knock came at the bedroom door. Clarissa slipped in, quiet as a shadow, yet the concern in her eyes was unmistakable. “T, are you ready?” she asked gently, her voice enquired softly. Tessa didn’t look up. She shook her head, fingers tracing the edge of a blouse. “Not really.” Clarissa stepped closer. “Minutes to sandwich your morning coffee and catch the drive. But I am surprised You are planning to go to work, not to see Dean or you will just sit there feeling like that?” Tessa inhaled sharply. “I don’t know. I just… need a little time to think.” Clarissa folded her arms. “Abou

• RELUCTANT BRIDE FOR THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE   Breakfast Bedlam

  AUTHORS POV The previous night had been hell for Pedro. Dean would not stop tossing, waking up midway sleep to cry and go back to sleep. Tessa had called but Pedro missed it. He wished he had not missed her call, perhaps speaking to Dean would have brought about some relief, he returned twenty calls and she ignored all of them or maybe she was busy and would probably reach out to him later, or so he thought. In the dining room, a pristine white tablecloth waited. Pedro had brewed strong espresso, but his concern was planting it in Dean’s stomach now. He prepared scrambled eggs, fruit, and toast—thinking it healthy and easy. He carried the tray in with a wary hope.He prayed in earnest for Dean to like the food, the chef had offered to prepare a mild delicacy for him but he wanted to try making a meal for his son. Dean poked at the food. “I don’t eat fruit.” Pedro froze. “But fruit is good for you.” Dean looked down, tugging at his pants. “I’m not hungry.” Pedro fought the st

• RELUCTANT BRIDE FOR THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE   First Day, First Disaster

  AUTHORS POV“You’re welcome Don Pedro” came from the lips of different staff members as Pedro Lorenzo stood at the threshold of Lorenzo mansion, and as he showed his precious cargo—five-year-old Dean—around the house, cradled into the warmth of his arms, nothing else mattered, not even the greetings he heard a thousand times daily. So he shut out the world behind them.“This use to be your mothers room” He said, pointing to Tessa’s room. And very quickly he walked passed it.But Dean continued to look back at the room as Pedro carried him away.This was supposed to be a fresh start, a chance to prove to the world—and himself—that he could be more than a ruthless tycoon. He could be a good father. A present father.But from the moment he set foot inside, the mansion seemed too big, too crowded for his son but he would make though as there were more than enough staff to help him baby sit Dean, with his neat short hair and those big dark eyes.Pedro could express the joy in his heart whe

• RELUCTANT BRIDE FOR THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE   The Final Verdict

  AUTHORS POVIt was a very gloomy morning , the sun had barely broken through the narrow windows of Courtroom 4 when Tessa arrived, her shoulders slouched but hollow with dread. It was the sixth week of the custody battle, and each hearing had chipped away at her confidence until now, when the final judgement would be delivered. Her lawyer, Señorita Lasandra, gave her a reassuring nod as they passed the subdued marble columns.Clarissa stood in the back pew, her hand gripping the edge of the bench. She caught Tessa’s eye and managed a small, encouraging smile. Near her, three social workers and the family court officer sat apart, silent witnesses to the mother’s agony.Tessa took a steadying breath, smoothing the drape of her navy skirt. She crossed the aisle and sat beside Lasandra, placing her leather briefcase on the floor. It felt impossibly heavy.At precisely nine o’clock, the bailiff announced, “All rise. His Honour, Judge Lázaro.”The courtroom stood as the judge entered, robe

• RELUCTANT BRIDE FOR THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE   Custody Order

  AUTHOR POV An hour later, two uniformed child care officers arrived at the gate. Marta, the head housekeeper, met them at the door with polite urgency.“We are here for Dean Moretti, are you his mother” the officer lady asked. “No, Miss Moretti is inside, come in,” she said, eyes wide with sympathy. Tessa, still clutching the court notice, ushered them into the sitting room. The officers introduced themselves as Officer Ruiz and Officer Castillo of the Monterrey Child Welfare Department. Between them, they carried a small folder stamped “IMMEDIATE INTERIM CUSTODY ORDER.” Tessa’s heart lurched. She gestured to the sofa. “Please, have a seat.” Both officers sat. Officer Ruiz cleared his throat. “Good afternoon, Ms Moretti. I’m Officer Ruiz, this is Officer Castillo. We’ve been instructed by the court to enforce an interim custody order for your son, Dean.” Tessa’s pulse thundered in her ears. She gripped the back of a chair. “On what grounds?” Officer Ruiz produced a copy of the

• RELUCTANT BRIDE FOR THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE   The Fight for Dean

  AUTHORThe Monday was bland.Bits of sunshine slanted through the sheer curtains of Tessa’s sitting room, painting soft gold stripes across the carpet. It ought to have been a pleasant morning—one of those rare days when the calendar was mercifully empty of meetings and emails. Instead, the air felt heavy, as though something dreadful was waiting to break. Tessa could feel it; the sheer uneasiness that settled into a lump in her throat.Tessa sat at her kitchen table, still in her suit from a last-minute meeting at Ramon Enterprises. A cup of untouched tea sat by her elbow, steam long dissipated. Clarissa was across from her, scrolling through her phone, searching for news on an upcoming merger that might affect their social media strategy. The children’s laughter drifted in through the open window as Dean and Sofia played in the garden, their shouts of joy a welcome counterpoint to the anxious knot in Tessa’s stomach.A sharp rap sounded at the front door, echoing down the hallw