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Preparing for the opening.
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2025-07-23 15:12:39Madeline's POV
In the past, I did not take very good care of myself because I did not feel that anybody loved me. But tonight, I am looking like a Princess in a golden dress. I took great care of my looks. I want to show the world who and what I am. After all, I am going to drop a bombshell on everybody because nobody knows who the CEO of Heavenly is. I kept it a secret until I could open my Restaurant in New York. I wanted it to be a surprise for my father, brother and my ex-husband and his family. I've decided to take back my maiden name. It is not like I have ever been married to Roman Whitfield. He never touched me. I don't have any feelings left for him. I don't even hate him, but I want to destroy them all for what they have done to me. I wonder if Logan is still in town. I hope not. I have not heard anything about him in years.
I do not have a grudge against Logan. What we did that night was a one-night stand, and not one of us was in love with the other. I am glad that he told me not to bother him, so now he does not have his say in my children's lives. He cannot ask me to see them. He has no claim to them as his children because he was only the sperm donor. Logan always had this aura around him as if he were more powerful than anybody in town. I do not know why, but I had the feeling that he could be very dangerous. His family is powerful, but I do not want anything to do with them, and I don't want them to come near my children. However, I do not know what they do for a living. Nobody ever asks Logan about himself. I don't even believe his girlfriend back then, Michelle Morris, knew anything about him. I am also not interested in getting to know him any better. However, I do not want to make any changes. I will keep hiding my children from everyone. They are being homeschooled and refuse they go out in public. I need to protect them. I will only stay in New York for a while. I know my children need friends. We will go overseas after I get my revenge and live there where no one knows us. I will sell Heavenly and start a new restaurant in Italy. I will continue my mother's dream.
"Mommy, you look very pretty tonight. I wish Daddy were here to see you. When is he coming back from overseas? He had been overseas even before we were born. And why don't you even have any photos of him? Every time we ask you to show us a photo of him, you tell us that you don't have any photos of him. Is it because he does not want us, and you don't want to tell us that he doesn't want us?" Carmen. My little daughter asks me.
"Come on, Princess, let's not worry about your father today. It is a very important day for us. Today we are going to open the restaurant that is going to sink the people. That was very ugly to mommy when she was your age. Remember not to believe anybody if they come to you and tell you they are your grandfather, uncle, grandmother or even your father. In this town, you cannot believe anyone. Mommy is the only person who matters," I say. I do not believe Logan will be here, as I did not send him an invitation. However, I am afraid that Roman will tell him that he is their father because he will do something like that just to mess around with me. He always hated me. He would do anything to make my life miserable. I have to protect my children and not allow Logan to find out about them. I also do not want my father and brother to know about them.
"Do not worry, Mommy, I will protect you. I will not allow anybody to bully you again. I love you, Mommy. We know that you are doing everything for us, and we know that you don't want to tell us the truth about Daddy. I do not care. All I want is you, Mommy," Connor, my little boy, says. Although they are twins, they look nothing alike. Carmen looks like me, and Connor takes after Logan. They will not be joining me at the opening tonight. I will hide them in one of the upper rooms. There will be guards with them and a nanny.
"Mommy, why can't we go with you?" Carmen asks.
"Because I am afraid people will hurt you when they find out I have children. I do not want any of you to be afraid, but you have to listen to Mommy and promise me you will stay hidden. The people in this town are nasty, and mommy does not want you to get hurt. Promise me you will listen to me," I say.
"We promise, Mommy. Elsa will be with us all the time. We will not make any trouble for you," Connor says. I hug my two children. They are so good, and they know I am hiding them because I am afraid they will get hurt.
"The limousine is ready, and we had better go now or else you will be late for your party," Elsa, my best and only friend, says. She is also my secretary and nanny when I have to go out or when I have to work late at night. I plan everything for the restaurant. I train the chefs myself, and I am only satisfied with the best of the best. Everybody knows that they have to give me their best work. Tonight, we are going to future all our delicious recipes, especially our desserts. They are masterpieces, and everybody loves our desserts. My old teacher, Chef Michaels, will also be there tonight, and I want to impress him. I want him to see how I have grown. He's coming from Europe. I was lucky back then. He invited me to train with him. If he had not invited me, I would have never been able to go because my father would have never paid for it. It was just after culinary school, and my teacher at culinary school told him about me.
"Let's go. We do not want to be late," I say. We get into the limousine, and it does not even take us ten minutes to get to the restaurant. I am glad I rented the apartment where I did because it is close to work, and I can be home in ten minutes if my children need me. Well, I'm back in town and I'm back with a vengeance. However, it will only be for a while. I want to make those who hurt me in the past pay! After that, my children and I will go to Europe, where no one will ever find us. We will live in peace and harmony. I just need to get this hatred out of my heart first. We have enough money to live on, and I will only have a small restaurant to keep myself busy. My children can have a normal life and go to school, and make friends. I do not want to keep them from living a normal life for the rest of their lives. I want them to be happy.
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