FAZER LOGINCaine Westbrook é CEO de uma das maiores petroleiras do Texas — um homem duro, rabugento e viciado em controle. Ele vive para números, contratos e silêncio. Emoções? Ele prefere manter as dele bem enterradas. Mas quando o irmão, militar em missão no exterior, precisa de ajuda, Caine é obrigado a assumir a guarda temporária do pequeno Elijah, seu sobrinho de seis anos. Por três semanas, o homem que não sabe nem preparar um sanduíche vai ter que cuidar de uma criança cheia de energia… e sentimentos. Na tentativa de manter alguma rotina para Eli, Caine o busca na escola. Lá ele conhece Laura Hart — a professora mais radiante, barulhenta e sorridente que já cruzou seu caminho. Ela é o completo oposto dele: doce, caótica, cheia de esperança… e um perigo real para sua sanidade. O problema? Eli é apegado a ela. E Laura, com seu jeito gentil e determinado, acaba entrando na rotina dos dois — com muffins, abraços e um sorriso capaz de desarmar até o coração mais fechado. O envolvimento entre Caine e Laura é tão intenso quanto inesperado. Mas para um homem que nunca acreditou no amor, deixar alguém se aproximar é como abrir uma caixa que ele jurou manter trancada. Ela é sol. Ele é tempestade. E numa guerra entre o desejo e o dever, Caine pode se perde, e encontrar algo que nunca viu, ou sentiu. Laura vai precisar quebrar barreiras, que o homem impôs a si mesmo a muito tempo Uma sala cheia de canetinhas coloridas, colagens e muita bagunça, junto a um sobrinho mini cupido vão fazer esses dois repassarem tudo que já viveram. E por mais que tentem resistir, algumas faíscas foram feitas para incendiar tudo. E mudar tudo que um dia eles acreditaram.
Ver maisIn a dark forest where crickets are the only one’s creating noise, three boys are standing in front of me. They were all oozing hot and handsome. Based on their facial features, they were identical triplets with their lean and wide shoulders, and a height of almost 6’ flat.
It was such a nice view to have masculine handsome guys in front of me, but what surprised me is when hairs started to grow all over their bodies, particularly to their faces. I stepped back as I became so confused at what was happening… Until they started to grow bigger and taller! Fear ran through my chest and I started trembling.
“What the hell?!” I shouted. “Get away from me!”
But no one responded. The three of them started to turn into a wild animal; werewolves to be exact! They all growl together which sends shivers down my spine. I trembled more! And what shocked me the most is when they opened their mouths, revealing their sharp fangs.
With my body still trembling and cold because of nervousness, I quickly ran away!
“Oh God!” I shouted at the top of my lungs. “Please, don’t kill me!”
Panting, I woke up from that nightmare. Beads of sweats formed into my forehead as I sat up on the bed and caught my own breath.
“I still have that nightmare,” I murmured.
In the past six years, I have been dreaming of that nightmare. I want to forget those three men, but I couldn’t. Those werewolves, I was hoping to forget them sooner.
One thing that I'm thankful for was, I couldn’t remember their faces whenever I woke up. At least, I don’t remember what they look like now…
It was a sunny day and I just got out of the shower to dress up for my graduation today. I’m in my last day of college, and hoping to get a job as soon as possible.
Mom has been complaining to me that she has used up almost all of my father’s money that we inherited from him right after he died. Ever since the day my Dad died, Mom never tried working. She lived her life as a wealthy daughter and a wealthy pampered wife so she lacks money-making skills. That’s the problem with women who came from a noble family and were raised to be the wife of a wealthy man. When her husband died, she couldn’t live long.
I was hoping that our money would last ‘till I got a job to sustain our life. Especially that my Mom was used to living with luxuries!
A knock on my door made me stop wearing my necklace. “Come in, Mom—”
I hadn't finished what I was saying when the door opened and Mom went inside with all smiles.
“Ginny, honey! Good morning!” Mom greeted, smiling.
“Morning too, Mom!” I greeted her back.
She walked towards me with her red high heels that she bought from a famous luxury brand. Then she kissed both my cheeks before she helped me wearing the necklace that my Dad gave me before he died seven years ago…
“You’re so beautiful, dear! You look a lot like me,” she mumbled and then held my shoulders. “I’m happy for your graduation!”
“Thanks, Mom!”
“Anyway, after your graduation, I will introduce you to my fiance,” she said.
My brow arched. “Mom, did I hear it right? You were going to remarry?”
“Yeah, he is a retired soldier. He’s handsome, kind and most of all, he’s wealthy,” Mom giggled.
“Mom… are you sure you’re fine marrying him? You don’t have to get married if it was just because of his wealth. After all, I can find a decent job now to sustain us.”
“Ginny, I am not that kind of woman. Of course, I would marry him because of love and not just because I needed him.”
Although Mom clarified that it was all because of love, I didn’t know why but I still feel nervous. It made me nervous, more than the fact that today was my graduation ceremony.
Mom attended the ceremony and let me join the mini party for the graduates. I enjoyed it a little but the nervousness of meeting my soon to be stepfather still bothered me.
At exactly seven in the evening, Mom fetched me with the car that was left to us. We had a lot of cars before. But she had sold a lot of our cars that my father brought when he was still alive.
“Mom, I’m nervous about this. You can still back out!” I reminded her.
But Mom just chuckled while she continued driving. “Tell that to me once you see him!”
I just shrugged and then looked at the window to see where we were going.
Not that long, we stopped in front of a fine dining restaurant. I was impressed that the guy she was going to marry reserved a table in this kind of restaurant. Then Mom wasn’t bluffing when she said that he was wealthy.
As soon as we entered the restaurant, Mom waved her hand while she was smiling. I looked up in the direction where I saw she was waving. There I saw a man sitting in a more private area. I can’t see him properly but he looked decent.
And when we finally arrived in front of the man, he stood up and then looked down at me and my Mom.
“Hi, Love!” He called Mom with his deep voice. Then he leaned closer to her, and kissed her on the lips.
The way Mom looked at him was so genuine! Which I never saw from her after my Dad passed away!
Then the man looked at me. His piercing green eyes made my heart jump out of my chest. He is a middle-aged man, maybe the same age as my Mom. But what feared me about him was his sturdy, rough-looking features, though he was still handsome. Maybe because he was a retired soldier, that’s why he had that bigger body built. Without saying any word, he was screaming with a powerful aura that anyone could be scared of him? His height also added fear to him.
“You must be Ginny?” he asked.
I blinked then swallowed the lump on my throat. “Y-yeah…”
Darn! Why did I stutter?
“I am Fernando Stevens, your soon to be father.” He introduced himself. Then lend his hand to me.
Hesitating, I looked at his big hand that was twice bigger than mine. If it’s not because of my mother, I wouldn’t accept his hand. He was really scary!
He gently shook my small hand. “It was nice to finally meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too, Sir!” I gave him a weird smile, I’m sure of that!
“Take a seat. I’m sorry, my sons are late. We’ll wait for them before we start eating,” he said.
“Excuse me, sons? With s, Sir?”
“Oh munchkin, you don’t have to call me, Sir. Just call me, Dad!” Fernando stated.
I only gave him a weird smile. I wasn’t comfortable calling him that yet. If I was younger, maybe. But I’ve already graduated college!
“Give me some time to adopt, Fernando.”
He seemed like he was disappointed with my answer but then he still nodded and agreed.
“You’re right, I can’t force you to call me Dad…” he murmured. “But anyway, my sons are about the same ages as you. I’m sure you’ll get along living together with them.
“Sons? Do you mean that you have more than one son?”
“Yes, actually they were triplets.”
“Oh… that’s incredible,” I smiled. “I’m sure it’s a headache to have a triplets son.”
“Yeah, sure it is!” he chuckled.
I took a glass of water to drink. To be honest, I was just faking my smile and laugh. I am not comfortable yet though he looked so kind. As we waited for the triplets to come, I didn't know why but I felt uneasy.
Not that long, Fernando stood up with his wide smile.
“My sons!” he yelped.
Because of curiosity, I turned to see where he waved at. At first, I didn’t recognize their faces. Until they finally stood in front of me…
“Ginny, this is my triplets son. Caled, Spencer and Drake,” he introduced them.
My heart almost popped out of my chest as I remembered their faces. Even the three of them were all shocked to see me.
Because these guys…
“Hi, Virginia! It was nice to meet you!” Spencer said and then winked.
“Nice to have a beautiful sister like you!” Drake winked.
“We’re looking forward to having fun with you!” Caled added.
I didn’t know why, but they looked familiar to me. Their faces, I’m sure that I have seen them before but… I couldn’t figure out where?
LauraO espelho devolve uma versão minha que eu quase não reconheço — e, ao mesmo tempo, reconheço completamente.Sou eu ali. Inteira. Em paz. Com os olhos brilhando não de nervosismo, mas de certeza.O vestido é simples do jeito que eu sou, fluido, leve, nada engessado. Não parece uma fantasia. Do meu jeito. Meus cabelos estão presos de forma suave, alguns fios rebeldes escapando, porque eu jamais conseguiria ser totalmente contida — e Caine aprendeu a amar isso em mim.Respiro fundo.Penso em tudo o que me trouxe até aqui.A sala colorida da escola.O muffin inesperado.O homem sério demais para o próprio bem.O tio que virou porto.O amante que virou casa.Nunca sonhei com um casamento. Sonhei com amor, e mesmo isso, às vezes, parecia grande demais para caber na minha vida. Mas agora estou aqui, com o coração tranquilo, sabendo que não estou entrando em algo perfeito.Estou entrando em algo verdadeiro.A música começa baixa, suave, e o burburinho do lado de fora se aquieta. Seguro
LauraPor um segundo, eu esqueço como se respira.Caine ajoelhado diante de mim não faz sentido nenhum. Não com aquele terno impecável, aquela postura de homem que controla o mundo, aquele olhar que costuma intimidar salas inteiras. E, ainda assim, ali está ele.Vulnerável. Tenso. Com a mão levemente trêmula segurando uma caixinha pequena demais para carregar algo tão grande.Eu sempre achei que reconheceria o momento.Que haveria trombetas, ou fogos, ou algum tipo de aviso divino.Mas não.O momento chega silencioso, vestido de cotidiano, amor e escolhas reais.As palavras dele ainda ecoam dentro de mim.Você bagunçou minha vida.Um sorriso nasce antes mesmo das lágrimas. Porque é verdade. Eu baguncei. Entrei sem pedir licença, com meus vestidos coloridos, minhas crenças improváveis, meu jeito de sentir tudo demais. E ele… ele deixou.Olho para aquele homem que aprendeu a amar do jeito mais difícil: ficando.— Caine… — minha voz sai fraca, emocionada demais para esconder qualquer coi
CaineNunca negociei tão mal quanto estou negociando comigo mesmo agora.O espelho do quarto me devolve a imagem de um homem que já encarou conselhos administrativos hostis, audiências jurídicas intermináveis e salas cheias de investidores prontos para arrancar sangue — e que, ainda assim, nunca sentiu esse tipo específico de pânico.Minha gravata está torta.Não porque eu não saiba dar um nó.Mas porque minhas mãos simplesmente se recusam a colaborar.— Calma — murmuro para mim mesmo, ajustando o paletó pela terceira vez. — É só um pedido de casamento.Só.Como se pedir Laura em casamento fosse algo simples. Como se não fosse a coisa mais importante que já decidi fazer em toda a minha vida.Respiro fundo, apoiando as mãos na cômoda. O quarto está silencioso, mas a casa não. Ouço passos leves no corredor, uma risada abafada de Elijah, a voz de Nathan mais forte do que deveria — ainda aprendendo a respeitar os limites do próprio corpo depois da recuperação.Três meses.Três meses desde
Laura O mundo não acaba quando ele diz. Ele para. Como se tudo ao redor tivesse entendido que aquele instante precisava de silêncio. — Eu te amo, Laura Hart. As palavras não vêm acompanhadas de urgência ou posse. Não são um pedido nem uma cobrança. Saem da boca dele como uma verdade que finalmente encontrou caminho para fora. Cruas. Imperfeitas. Reais. Meu corpo ainda treme. Não do que fizemos, mas do que ele acabou de fazer comigo agora. Eu fico alguns segundos sem reagir. Não porque não sei o que dizer, mas porque sinto demais. É como se algo tivesse se encaixado dentro do meu peito com um clique suave, definitivo. Um lugar que sempre existiu e que, só agora, foi ocupado. Abro os olhos devagar e encontro o olhar dele. Caine não parece o homem inabalável que conheci. Não agora. Há algo exposto ali, vulnerável, quase assustado. Como se ele tivesse acabado de atravessar um precipício e ainda estivesse esperando o impacto. Meu coração aperta. Eu sorrio. Não o sorriso leve qu












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