LOGIN“Patricia was my closest friend, she was a Chef too,” Rosa said, her voice thick with emotion. “And also a young widow who had her womb removed due to an illness . She begged me to let her raise you instead of… instead of the abortion I once considered. When I handed you to her, I always visited you two. I gave her every penny I earned. I nursed you. I held you. And I cried every time I had to leave her house.” Rosa’s face crumpled. “Soon, Patricia became afraid I would take you back. She ran away with you, and I couldn’t find her. I tried everything… but I failed.” A broken sob tore from Rosa’s throat. “For thirty years, I lived in regret. Every single day I wondered where you were, if you were safe, if you were loved. When I saw you again as an adult… I knew. The blood sample that was collected on your first day for safety sake—I secretly ran a maternity test with it. It confirmed what my heart already knew.” Lena’s face was drenched in tears as she watched her Rosa cr
Silence crashed over the kitchen like a heavy curtain falling on the final act of a tragedy.The only sound that remained was Christy’s quiet, broken sobbing. Ricardo stood frozen near the counter, every muscle in his body pulled taut as a wire. Rosa’s face had drained of all color, her hands clasped so tightly in front of her that her knuckles gleamed white. No one dared answer Lena’s question. Lena’s breathing grew shallow and ragged with hot tears running relentlessly down her cheeks. “So…” she whispered again, her voice cracking like thin ice underfoot. “It’s true.” She lifted her shattered gaze to Rosa. “You… you’re my mother?” Rosa opened her mouth, but no sound emerged. Her lips trembled. “Lena…” she finally breathed. “No!” Lena cried, stumbling backward until her back met the edge of the table. “Don’t say my name like that—like everything is normal. Don’t.” She turned to Ricardo, lips quivering, eyes wide with disbelief and betrayal. “And you…” Her voice fractured.
"Hmm?" Ricardo replied, still holding her close. "I missed you too," Rosa admitted, her voice softening. "But I'm happy... You're still the same man I fell in love with. You may have lost your way for a little while, but you found your way back to the Ricardo I fell in love with. And I'm sorry for always pushing you away because of our age difference when you first confessed to me." He smiled softly, warmth blooming in his eyes. "You know, it's not too late to admit you also had a crush on me before the age gap scared you off," he teased gently. Rosa rolled her eyes, though his confident charm never failed to make her heart feel lighter. "Well... you *are* handsome, funny, and smart. Who wouldn't fall for that smile of yours?" Ricardo smiled down at her, his gaze tender. "And you've gotten even hotter as you've aged," she added softly. Their eyes locked in a heated gaze. "You've become even more beautiful... so incredibly sexy," he murmured, his thumb tracing her cheek
AUTHOR'S POVChef Rosa stood at the gleaming marble counter, her knife moving smoothly as she diced fresh herbs. The sharp, clean scent of basil and thyme filled the sunlit kitchen, mingling with the warm aroma of simmering sauces. She barely looked up when a familiar voice spoke from behind her. "You're ignoring me again." A smile tugged at the corners of her lips despite her best efforts to remain focused. "I'm working, Ricky," she replied, her voice warm with affection. Lord Ricardo leaned against the wide kitchen doorway, arms folded across his broad chest, watching her with that same unwavering admiration that had lingered in his eyes since the day they first met. The years had only deepened it. "You know when you call me Ricky, I get too excited," he said, his tone low and playful. "Is that so?" Rosa chuckled softly, her knife never faltering. "No wonder you've been standing there for so long staring at me." "I don't know... Neglect from the woman I love is v
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I hesitated, a wave of nausea curling through me at the mere thought of food.“I don’t think I’m craving anything right now. I’ll probably throw up if I eat something heavy. So please, don’t stress yourself over it.”She frowned.“You still have to eat something,” she insisted gently. “I’ll speak with the doctor and get all the right information. I want to make meals that are perfect for you—especially in these early stages. It’s riskier than people think, even if you’re not showing yet.”“Really?” I asked, a flicker of anxiety rising in my chest.She nodded firmly. “So we’re going to be extra careful.”It struck me as funny that I was at least seven years older than Christy, and yet she was so informed and composed. Maybe it came with her higher education.“So… have you thought of names?”I shook my head softly. “I can’t think about that now. I wanted the father to be present so we could suggest names together.”“The father… that’s right. Chef Rosa didn’t tell me who the father is…”
He straightened slightly, his broad shoulders shifting with quiet resolve, and brushed a stray lock of hair from my forehead with gentle, calloused fingers. The touch lingered,warmly, sending a familiar flutter through my chest. “I’m going to the hospital,” he said softly. “Just a check-up conc
LENA'S POV "Wakey, wakey." A deep, rumbling voice pulled me from sleep like distant thunder rolling across the sky, the kind that makes the earth tremble beneath it, as if the world itself might be ending. My head throbbed in protest, a dull, relentless ache behind my eyes. Still, I forced my
Gabi’s moans filled the room. “Ahh—fuck! Mitch… oh god, it’s too much!” she cried out, her voice cracking as he slammed into her with vicious force. "Ahh..Mitch...yes...yes!!" She continued in tears. Mitch’s mind was somewhere else entirely. *Is that bastard fucking her right now?* The
Tarzan glanced back toward the bed.Lena had pushed herself up slightly, clumsily tugging at her clothes with some drunken determination. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of her blouse as she mumbled to herself, “Too hot… stupid clothes…”“Baby, I need your help!” she called out suddenly, frow







