‘Mum, Dad, I did it. I made our dream come true.’ I smiled as I sat at my table; my gaze swept through the room and pride washed over me. I finally did it; I finally realised my parents’ and my dreams. I opened my own restaurant. Regal Haven was having her grand opening ceremony, and from the look on everyone’s face, they were enjoying the party. Soft, classy music on the piano and harp strummed through the air, giving the room not only a sophisticated aura but also setting a relaxing mood. It went perfectly well with the theme of the restaurant: Victorian-era style with a modern twist, made to feel elegant but not too stuffy and up tight. The reviews of the foods I had gotten from a few of the guests I had talked to as I strolled around was all praise about how wonderful they were. I knew a minority view wouldn’t match against the populace, but from how hearty and chatty everyone else was, it was safe to conclude they thought so too. Regal Haven was having the most perfect openi
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“Olivia, go online asap! You’ll never guess who’s trending!”I winced at Alice’s excited, high-pitched, ear destroying screech coming from my phone. A natural occurrence I should have already gotten used to since she had been my friend for twelve years, but I didn’t.“I don’t have time for celeb gossip right now, Alice.” I huffed, removing the plates from the dish washer. “I could barely do much unpacking during the day because of the boys. I-““You would if you found out it was about you and a certain billionaire who are trending.” She giggled like Harley Quinn, and I could almost see the psychotic grin on her face.“Why would I and a certain Billionair…”Wait?! A billionaire… Does she mean…My chest tightened at the thought of him. “Please tell me it’s not that billionaire.” I whispered.“Who else?! You guys are all over the news!” Alice squealed.My legs trembled under the weight of my body, and I leaned against the counter. I shivered like someone had doused me with ice water.“W-
“Nooo. I dun wanna –yawn– wake up…” Michael whined, climbing off the bed he shared with his brothers. “Sorry, dear, but we’ve got to go.” I lifted Nathan, still asleep, and put him against my chest, placing his head on my shoulder. Waking him up was as hopeless as telling a whale to fly. When Nathan was out, he was out. And not even an earthquake mixed with nuclear bombing could wake him up. “Where are we going, Mama?” Leon asked, standing by my side, wide awake. Unlike his younger brothers, even a pin dropping could wake him up. Michael was between his brothers, both in birth and intensity of sleep. “To your new home.” I replied, grabbing Michael’s hand. “Whyyy?” he pouted, rubbing his eyes. “I wanna sleep.” “I promise you’ll sleep when you’re in the car. Let’s go.” Leon held his brother’s hand, and we walked out of the room. The steps we took to the living room were deliberately slow, and I prayed under my breath that Dante had gotten bored and gone away forever. Fate was n
“Miss Miller, Master Romero would like to see you.” Albert, Dante’s butler, said, standing at the door of the room I had been given. Albert was like those stereotype butlers you see in movies. A posh and prim suit clad his thin, tall body. Coupled with his stoic expression and his perfect, poised posture, he looked like he waltzed right out of the Victorian era. “Oh,” I mumbled, frowning a bit. ‘What does Dante want from me now? One night hasn’t passed, and he’s already making me break my ‘avoid-Dante-Romero’ oath.’ “Could you give me a minute?” “Yes Madam. I’ll be waiting outside.” “Thank you.” He bowed and walked out, closing the white door behind him. I slipped my phone out of my shorts’ pocket and double-tapped the screen. ‘Sheep! 28 missed calls and 13 texts from Alice! How did I not— oh, my phone is on silent.’ _I’m alright, I’ll explain everything tomorrow._ I typed and hit send, not bothering to read through her messages, and I flopped on the bed. Was I really alrig
*Ring Ring*“No!!!” I mumbled, turning on my bed. I didn’t want to get up. Not when I had managed to finally fall asleep by five am.The bed was soft, really really soft, like marshmallows. And the room was really really cool and cosy. Everything was just right except the ringing of my darn phone.*Ring Ring*“Ugh!” I groaned and sat up. My sons were snuggled to my sides, so I leaned and picked up my phone from the side table, gently not to wake them up.The caller ID showed Alice, and I sighed. ‘I should have known. The gossip queen wants gossip.’“Hello.”“I called you like a trillion times. Why weren’t you picking up your call?” She said, voice all bright and preppy. I always wondered how she was always bouncy early in the morning.“Isn’t it too early? It’s after seven, Alice. After seven!” I sighed, pushing away the strands of my chestnut hair from my face.“I know, but I’m too excited. I could barely sleep last night. Tell me everything. Every single deets. I want to know everyth
“I always wanted a father.” My heart clenched at his words. Somehow, I felt like a bad mother. Since they were born, I had always played the roles of a father and a mother. It was hard, really hard no matter how much I tried. It was difficult trying to be both for three boys and I did my best, but I guess it was never enough.Nathan’s words showed me how insufficient I was. “Can we call you Papa?” Michael butted in, bubbling with excitement. I looked at Dante from the corner of my eye. His entire form was rigid.“Our friends in Paris call their father Papa, can we?” Nathan added, sharing his brother’s excitement.Dante’s grip on the cup tightened. I needed to get their attention fast. “Michael, Nathan, do you want more waffles?”“I guess he doesn’t want us to.” Michael sighed. Both boys looked down at their plates. The happy smiles on their faces curled into sombre ones. “You can call me Papa. If y
‘It’s not hard, Olly,’ I thought, staring out the car window as the vehicle drove through the busy roads of Los Angeles. ‘Just say I’m sorry, but I don’t think I’m capable of the job of a cook because I feel my skills aren’t up to your taste and you’ll probably hate what I cook.’ I bit my bottom lips. That was over the top. Way too over the top. I didn’t need to go into that much detail. ‘I’ll just tell him I really can’t cook and I faked my way through culinary school, and—argh, what was I thinking? Faked my way through culinary school? Really?’ The chain of my purse in my hand suffered the brunt of my agitation as I fiddled with it, and I felt sorry for it. It didn’t deserve the treatment I was giving it. The purse was fancy and brand new; just the like off-the-shoulder flora top, denim pants, and small heeled sandals I wore. True to his words, the staff of Mira Donna had appeared at the door one hour after breakfast, and