MasukRosa’s POVThe ride to the ranch felt hauntingly familiar, even though it had been years and the roads were no longer the same. I remember clearly how I had boarded a bus back then, clutching my small bag, and never looking back. Now, I was heading back home, my heart oddly hopeful.I found myself wondering if Guadalupe was still alive. Because we wanted to be alone on the journey, Alex was driving. He wore a black singlet that reminded me exactly why I was so physically drawn to him, and a straw hat that made me laugh each time I glanced his way. “It’s the best ranch look,” he said with a grin after catching me staring for the fifth time. The truth was, I missed his touch and the ride would have been far more bearable if I were curled against his chest, his arms wrapped around me.“You don’t look like a rancher,” I teased. Then I added when he frowned. “Okay…maybe a rancher who believes in sunscreen.”He laughed softly. “I bet I’ll turn the heads of every woman there.”I shook my h
Rosa’s POVAlex must have heard my scream because he was in the kitchen the very next second. He had probably flown down the stairs because he had been too fast. He moved straight to me, his arms wrapping around me as his eyes swept the kitchen, trying to piece together what had happened. The mug lay shattered on the kitchen floor, tea spreading dark, still bothering to steam streaks. The nurse was pressed into a corner, pale and shaking, while old man Kane sat rigid in his chair like the villain, his gaze sharp.“She’s trying to poison me,” he snapped, pointing an accusing finger at the nurse. “Did you get hurt?” Alex asked, guiding me gently to a chair. I shook my head. “Just a little burn.”The nurse had now moved to clean up the mess. “A little burn?” Alex asked, bringing my attention back to him. He crouched in front of me. “Let me see.”“It’s nothing,” I insisted, even as my voice trembled with dread. “We can’t leave if your father won’t take tea from the nurse. That’s what
Rosa’s POVIt felt unreal as I packed for the trip. I stood in my walk-in wardrobe, one hand resting on my stomach, the other hovering over my clothes, unsure of what to choose. For the first time, I actually felt an undeniable connection to the life growing inside me. And it didn’t feel scary admitting that I was pregnant. I was still lost in thought when I heard the door open. I didn’t need to look to know it was Alex. “I’ll do the packing," he said, gently spinning me around. He pulled me into a soft kiss before dropping to his knees and pressing his lips to my stomach. “Did you both sleep well?”I smiled widely. “I couldn’t stop thinking about the trip. I’m really excited.”He guided me toward the bed as soon as he was up on his feet, and eased me down. “Sit right here while I pack,” he said. “And don’t worry, I know exactly what you’ll need for a ranch stay.”“I believe you,” I replied, leaning back against the bed. I lay there for a while, smiling as I rubbed my stomach. The
Rosa’s POV I stayed in the corridor long after Alex walked away, my thoughts making a messy tangle until I thought I couldn’t handle it anymore. By the time I moved away, my decision had been made. I was going to tell Alex the truth, and if I lost him for doing so —hell, it was going to hurt. But it was better than keeping it from him. Alex was stretched on his bed when I entered, one arm tucked beneath his head. He wasn’t asleep and I figured he was deep in thoughts. He sat up the moment he saw me but he didn’t speak. “There’s something I need to tell you,” I said. Even as I spoke, I could hear my heart hammering so loudly in my ear that I was sure he could hear it too. When I sat on the edge of the bed, he reached for me, pulling me against his chest, in a that familiar snuggle that grounded me. I had thought he was angry. But the way his arms closed around me told a different story. “I…” I bit my lip, then shut my eyes. There was no turning back now. “I’m pregnant.”
Rosa’s POVI grabbed my robe and pulled it tightly around me as I slid off the bed. “I need to answer this,” I said. Alex hesitated, his hands lingering in the air before he finally stepped back. I couldn’t take the call with him there—not when I had no idea what the caller was about to say. I clutched the robe closer to my body. Alex’s face was already creasing into a frown. “I’ll be back,” I said. I didn’t wait for his response before stepping out of the room. The moment I answered, my voice hardened. “What do you want?” It wasn’t Milo who spoke. It was his mother, Emilia. “Do you think you could get rid of us that easily?” she asked cooly. “Did you think a few dollars would be enough to keep me silent?”A few?My stomach twisted with disgust. She was getting me all wrong. I hadn’t sent that money to keep her quiet or because I was guilty. “Don’t ever call me again,” I snapped, irritated by her.“Fine. That’s fine,” she replied calmly. “I’ll just walk into the station and drop
Rosa’s POVTonight, Alex decided to role-play as a masseur. When I told him my body ached and I desperately needed a massage, he wasted no time stepping into character. The moment he peeled his shirt off, I burst out laughing. “How are we supposed to focus on massaging if you’re going to distract me with biceps and…all of that?” I teased. Without answering, he reached for the switch, and turned off the overhead light. “Allow me,” he said calmly.I sat on the bed, thoroughly entertained as he transformed the bedroom into something that resembled a private spa. The harsh white light was replaced with the warm flicker of scented candles, and when he briefly disappeared, he returned with small bottles of oil in his hands. “Get undressed, please,” he said. I wanted to—far more than was necessary. But he pointed at the bathroom. “In there. Come out wearing a bathrobe,” he said. I tilted my head, smiling mischievously. “What if I come out naked?” I asked. His expression was grave. “N






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