What The Bill Can't Cover

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• RELUCTANT BRIDE FOR THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE   School Runs

  AUTHORS POVThe day had started almost peacefully.Pedro was sitting at the dining table in his usual suit, reading the paper and sipping black coffee when his phone buzzed sharply beside him. He picked it up without much thought until he saw the school’s name.Gerard’s Montessori SchoolHis heart skipped.He answered quickly, “Hello?”“Good morning, Mr. Lorenzo. This is Mrs. Espinoza, the vice principal at St. Gerard’s. I’m calling about your son, Dean.”Pedro straightened in his chair. “Is he alright?”“He’s safe, but there’s been an incident. Dean struck another student in the playground. We’d like you to come in to speak with us.”Pedro blinked. “Struck?”“Yes, sir. He hit another boy—Miguel Flores—after what appeared to be a disagreement over a toy car.”Pedro exhaled slowly. “I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”He hung up and rubbed his temples.“Dean,” he muttered to himself, “what now?”Twenty-Five Minutes Later at St. Gerard’s Montessori School. Pedro walked through the clean h

• RELUCTANT BRIDE FOR THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE   Revolt In the Mansion 1

  AUTHOR'S POVThe Lorenzo mansion peaked with tension. The house had not known a moment of peace since Dean woke up to Tessa's absence.This morning was no different from the other morning when he went hysterical for small things, but Tessa's absence contributed the most.A young woman in a blue nanny uniform stormed down the staircase, her ponytail swinging with each furious step. “I quit!” she bellowed toward the butler, who had been watching from the hallway with mild horror.Dean, barefoot and furious, stood triumphantly at the top of the stairs with a crayon in hand and a wild scowl across his cherub face. “Don’t come back!” he shouted down after her. “I don’t want you!”The nanny turned at the door. “Sir, your son is impossible!” she snapped at Pedro, who had appeared in the lobby, tie askew and coffee stain down the front of his shirt. “He locked me out of the bedroom. He poured juice in my shoes. And he bites!”Pedro sighed, massaging his temple. “Thank you for your service, C

• RELUCTANT BRIDE FOR THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE   Dean’s Favourite

  AUTHORS POVThe kitchen was warm on Tessa’s skin, aromatic with herbs and garlic simmering in olive oil. A dozen staff stood at stations, chopping, stirring, plating. The space smelled of rosemary, salt, the sounds of cooking gas boiling.The chef led her to a prep counter. “Signorita, please take this apron.”She tied it on, still stiff in her cloth. He pointed to bowls of pre-chopped vegetables, chicken, pasta just like she had requested on their way there.“We are preparing chicken linguine with garlic, rosemary, olives—Dean’s favourite.”Tessa’s heart twisted—a pang of both sadness and gratitude. She did not envision cooking in that mansion for a long time. The Chef handed her a wooden spoon and nodded encouragingly before fading back into the orchestrated chaos.“Nothing else to say,” she murmured, stirring the sauce.She thought of Dean; how he’d run to her. How he looked to her for anything he wanted, for comfort or anything but now he wanted someone else too, his dad.It made

• RELUCTANT BRIDE FOR THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE   Dinner For Three

  AUTHORS POV Pedro tried again. Taking care of Dean was beginning to overwhelm him but he swore to try again, against all odds, after all he was the boys father. That evening, He grabbed Dean’s hand and led him to the living room where a jigsaw puzzle lay on the carpet; it was one of Dean’s favourite toys and he silently commended himself for at least knowing his son’s favourite toy. Pedro hoped it would calm him. They sat on the floor; pieces of different toys scattered between them. Dean’s face darkened. He threw a puzzle piece across the room. “Stop it Dad!” he shouted. Pedro froze mid-movement. His elegant suit sleeves caught the light. “Did I not say I do not want these stupid toys?” Dean screamed, clutching a piece tight. “I don’t wanna do puzzles! I don’t want to stay in this big house!” This was a tough one, his son had inherited this stubborn head from him, he thought. It was frustrating to watch his son speak to him that way, a few times he had been tempted

• RELUCTANT BRIDE FOR THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE   Emotional Intrusion

  AUTHORS POV Tessa sat at her large glass desk in the top-floor corner office of her firm, morning light spilling through floor‑to‑ceiling windows. Outside, Monterrey’s skyscrapers formed a jagged horizon; inside, the quiet theatre of productivity reigned. A pristine white mug filled with coffee steamed gently before her, dispensed moments ago by her assistant, Carla. Carla placed the cup neatly beside Tessa’s laptop, then set a small leather-bound notebook on the desk. “Your schedule, ma’am—some coffee to get you started, then you’ve got the Ambani expansion review with the regional team at ten. And after that, the branding meeting before lunch.” “Thank you,” Tessa said, offering a small polite smile though her mind was elsewhere. The routine was well-known, but her heart resisted. As Carla slipped out, Tessa caught the glossy photograph beneath her desk: Dean’s happy, chubby-cheeked face from last week. A pang tugged at her chest. She tapped the mug, suddenly jonesing for it.

• 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