LOGIN“Are you surprised?”Lord Ricardo asked, tilting his head slightly. His eyes were dead—hollow voids of betrayal.Andres crumpled further onto the floor, lying flat in a spreading pool of his own blood, his body trembling with each shallow breath. Then, a heavy, psychotic laughter bubbled up from his chest—raw, guttural, and unhinged.Doctor Han betrayed him. He had confessed only because Ricardo had spared his life after revealing that Andres had wanted him dead."Fucking hell."Andres cursed, dragging a blood-smeared hand across his face, then slowly pulling it away. His eyes burned with madness and anguish as he stared up at the man he had once called father.“I have been nothing but a kind father to you… and this is how you repay me?” Ricardo’s voice cracked with venom. “You rape my daughter? Just days after you killed her baby? I should have ended you when you murdered my best friend. My own weakness—my sentiment—has cursed my daughter with this future trauma. You bastard!”Lord
AUTHOR'S POVAndres's convoy rolled through the towering gates of the Ricardo's estate.One of the guards, a burly man named Marco, rushed ahead and swung open the grand oak door with a respectful nod.Andres stepped out, adjusting his sleeve cuff with his usual arrogant composure.Before he could even cross the threshold, Damon appeared at the entrance. In his hand, a black pistol was aimed directly at Andres's chest.Andres froze mid-step, surprise flashing across his face—then he pushed it aside and smirked."Damon? What the hell is this? Have you lost your mind? If you're planning to avenge your boyfriend, do it in secret—not inside my domain!"Damon's lips curled into a mocking sneer, his finger steady on the trigger."Lost my mind? I should be asking you that, you piece of shit. You really thought you could just stroll back into this Estate like nothing happened?"Piece of shit? Did he just call me a piece of shit? Andres thought in awe."I am tired of this circus show. Someone
The room fell deathly silent. Andres’ pupils shrank, his breathing becoming uneven. Without warning, he grabbed Doctor Han by the collar and slammed him against the wall.“You piece of shit!” His voice thundered. “Do you have any idea what you just said? My DNA test was conducted immediately after I was born. It proved I was Ricardo’s son. It was verified.”Doctor Han shut his eyes. “I forged the results.”Those four words echoed like thunder.“Your mother begged me to. She continued her affair even after the marriage. Lord Ricardo rarely gave her the affection she craved, so she sought comfort in her former lover’s arms.” The doctor’s voice grew weaker. “She even asked me for an aphrodisiac—a drug that would make Lord Ricardo sleep with her. Afterward, she convinced him they had been intimate... so the pregnancies would appear to be his.”Andres slowly loosened his grip, his face pale. “...Pregnancies?”Doctor Han nodded. “Your three sisters are also the gardener's daughters.” He p
AUTHOR'S POVAndres sat in the backseat of his luxury car as it sped toward the airport. City lights streaked past the tinted windows, but his attention remained fixed on the events he had carefully orchestrated. A smug smile tugged at the corner of his lips. She believed every single word... just as I knew she would,he thought and let out a quiet scoff. *That little shit actually thinks he’s the mature one. He had me talking and performing like some damned jester right in front of him. Good thing I have gotten rid of him...all I have to do is keep poisoning Lena's mind towards him.* His phone vibrated. A notification flashed across the screen: *Doctor Han has confessed to being the person who orchestrated Lady Lena’s poisoning. Lord Ricardo has personally executed him.* Andres’ lips curled into a satisfied smirk. “I thought I’d be the one to silence him.” He leaned back against the leather seat. “Looks like the old man finally listened to my advice.” His eyes darkened.
"You're not teasing me, are you? Please tell me it wasn't a lie.""I'm telling you the truth."He replied. "He's a top model in Italy now... you can look him up. Silver Adams. He looked a bit different, though—leaner, and he'd dyed his hair.""Is he healthy?" I asked, trying hard not to sob."Yes... strong and sound."I covered my mouth and squeezed my eyes shut as tears of relief rolled down my cheeks. "Thank goodness... that he's safe.""Is that all? Don't you want to know what he thinks about your future with him?""I guess he's trying to move on. I'm not having his baby anymore. I don't think we're meant to be, Andres. He hasn't asked about me in six months... I thought something terrible had happened, but he was just out there living his best life."I tried not to cry, but failed."Lena..." Andres called softly."I'm fine. I just got a little emotional, that's all."Andres fell silent for a moment. "Are you pregnant?"I blinked. "What?""People say women get more emotional when
LENA'S POVToday officially marks my first week at culinary school.If someone had told me a year ago that I'd be living in Paris, chasing my dream of becoming a chef, I probably would have laughed.Yet... here I am.The school has been everything I hoped it would be. The instructors are demanding but fair, and every class pushes me to become better. There isn't a day that goes by without me learning something new—whether it's mastering knife techniques, understanding the chemistry behind baking, or realizing just how much patience good cooking truly requires.It's exhausting, but also exhilarating—and I love every second of it.Apparently, chopping onions into perfectly identical cubes is an art form.Who knew?I was worried I'd struggle to fit in, but thankfully, that hasn't been the case. I've already made a few friends. We study together after class, exchange recipes, and occasionally laugh at our own disastrous attempts to recreate dishes that looked so simple when the chefs demo
"You like it?" I asked impatiently. "Lena... where did you get the money to buy from Monica?" "The woman I told you about. She even offered to let me take as many dresses as I wanted. But I just took a lingerie for myself and selected those for you. I hope you liked them." He gave me a look.
After cooking, just like he said, we went to the bathroom and checked my weight.My fingers trembled as I stepped onto the scale, my heart drumming against my ribs like a caged bird.It wasn't that I had lied, but my weight is not to be trusted. Even if I fast, somehow it always ends up disappointi
LENA'S POVThe ride back home felt like a dream.The kind where you're floating through something that can't possibly be real, waiting for the jolt that will snap you back into your body.I looked down at my hand.A thick envelope filled with cash.My heart wouldn’t stop pounding against my chest b
The first guard blinked at him, then let out a short, disbelieving laugh under his breath. "No," he said flatly. "No way." The second didn't even turn his head. "You're in denial," he whispered back. "I'm realistic," the first shot back. "You're telling me him—the young master" he jerked his c







