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Blood, Rights, and Other Weapons
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The Billionaire's Regret I Didn’t Move, I Ran
Within twenty minutes, my house had turned into an evacuation operation with preschool accessories.Salma packed like a general preparing for war: Poppy’s medicine, sunscreen, pajamas, two dresses, cardigans, a hairbrush, vitamins, a thermometer, and a plastic bag full of emergency snacks because, according to Salma, civilization always collapsed when a small child got hungry.Poppy packed for herself.Which meant she threw in Barbie, two mismatched Barbie shoes, unicorn stickers, three chocolate coins, one tiny spoon from her toy kitchen, and a rock she claimed “had an aura.”“The rock isn’t coming,” I said.“It’s scared to be alone.”“It’s a rock.”“Mommy, you’re so judgmental.”Salma took the rock and slipped it into the pocket of her apron. “I’ll watch it. If it cries, I’ll call.”Poppy looked relieved.I stared at Salma.Salma stared back. “We choose our battles, Jasmine.”True.Unfortunately.I went upstairs only to grab an overnight bag and a few clothes. On the vanity, my phon
The Billionaire's Regret No Pretty Choices
Sebastian stayed quiet the entire drive home.I could see it in the side of his face.Jaw locked. Eyes forward. His index finger tapped once against his knee, then stopped, as though even that tiny movement gave away too much. In the front seat beside him, Luca spoke briefly into his earpiece, voice low, every sentence cut cleanly like he was cutting wires.In the back, Poppy sat in her car seat with Barbie in her lap, her little feet kicking softly through the air.“Mommy,” she said.I turned too fast. “What?”“If the spy unicorn goes to jail, can it bring a lawyer?”I looked at her.My child. Four years old. Messy bangs. A unicorn sticker on Barbie’s cheek. A stranger had just given her a tracker at the school gate, and she was thinking about the legal rights of a mystical toy horse.“No,” I said. “It lost its privileges when it misused its gold horn.”Poppy nodded seriously. “Fair.”Sebastian didn’t react.That was what scared me more.Usually, even when he was trying not to smile,
The Billionaire's Regret A Gold Horn, A Black Eye
I managed to work for five hours.A monumental achievement, considering my brain had three tabs permanently open that morning: Adrian still hadn’t contacted me. Sebastian was still around. Poppy was probably giving a presentation about yachts to her preschool classmates.Daniella came in twice.The first time with coffee.The second time with a contract.The third time—okay, so three times—with the expression of someone who wanted to ask why Sebastian Romano’s car had dropped me off in front of the office, but loved her job too much.Daniella set a folder on my desk, then stepped back. “I’ll... come back later.”“Wise choice.”At 3:12, my phone finally lit up.Sebastian.[I’m downstairs.]Of course.I stared at the screen long enough for the words to nearly lose their shape.Then I typed: [I have legs.]His reply came quickly.[I have a car.]I hated that he was funny when I wasn’t in the mood to acknowledge funny people.I grabbed my bag, my sunglasses, and what remained of my sanity
The Billionaire's Regret The Morning We Looked Like a Family
Taking Poppy to school was more like relocating a tiny queen from one country to another.First, she refused the blue dress because it was “too humble.” Then she picked the yellow one, changed her mind because yellow made her look like a happy egg. In the end, Salma won the war with a pale-blue dress, white cardigan, lace socks, and little star clips Poppy insisted were a “crown.”Barbie came too.Bunny came too, but only as far as the car because “Bunny has her own schedule.”I didn’t ask.Sebastian drove himself.Of course there was a security car in front and another behind us. One black sedan rolled through the gate first, another followed far enough back to look normal if you were a very abnormal person. Luca spoke briefly into Sebastian’s phone before we left, then disappeared into the car behind us with the face of a man who had never trusted a sunny day.Poppy sat in the back in her car seat, Barbie in her lap, little feet kicking the air. “Daddy, when you pick me up later, ar
The Billionaire's Regret Rich, Kind, and Very Inconvenient
“Poppy!”My shout only chased a curtain of long hair already disappearing down the hallway.Small feet slapped against the floor. Milk spilled somewhere. Then a tiny, victorious scream came from the foyer.“CROISSANTS ARRIVED!”I closed my eyes.God gave some people calm kids. Kids who sat nicely and asked whether they could read a second book before school. God gave me a four-year-old who treated French pastries like the arrival of a national savior.Salma came out of the laundry room with a small sock in one hand and the expression of a woman who had witnessed too many textile-related sins.“She ran while carrying milk?” she asked.“Yeah.”“With the crown mug?”“Correct.”“Wonderful. If it breaks, I’m writing my resignation letter on the shards.”“Get in line,” I said, setting the spatula down on a small plate. “I’ve wanted to resign from motherhood since she learned how to say no in three languages.”The front door opened.“Daddy!” Poppy’s voice exploded immediately.“Slow down, Ca
The Billionaire's Regret How Fast a Little Heart Can Turn
Morning arrived with an overachieving sun.Light poured through the kitchen windows, bouncing off the marble countertops, stainless-steel pans, and my face, which had very clearly not signed off on the concept of life before a second coffee. I stood at the stove in an oversized white T-shirt and gray lounge pants, stirring scrambled eggs while trying not to look at the phone I had placed far too close to the cutting board.The screen stayed dark.Adrian hadn’t contacted me.Great.Wonderful.I had discovered a new talent last night: lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, and counting worst-case scenarios until four in the morning. Five stars. Very immersive. Would not recommend.From the laundry room, the washing machine turned softly. Salma was in there, her Russian muttering breaking through every so often. Another little sock had gone missing.Maybe there really was a sock syndicate in this house. They escaped in pairs, leaving one family member behind as a threat.“I told you not t
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