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Castle, Client, Catastrophe

Auteur: Krystal Bahmz
last update Date de publication: 2026-03-31 23:43:35

The next morning started with a sound like a small person had discovered gold, a kingdom, and a brand-new reason to boss everyone around all at once.

“MOOOOMMMYYY!”

I hadn’t even poured the second egg into the pan yet when that voice exploded from the living room, bounced off the high ceiling, and came tearing into the kitchen like a fire alarm raised on sugar.

I closed my eyes for a second, spatula in hand, butter hissing in the pan, my hair still thrown up in a loose high tie with a few stran
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  • The Billionaire's Regret   06:49:26

    The door closed behind Adrian with a soft sound.Nothing dramatic. No slamming, no angry footsteps, no final sentence sharp enough to replay in nightmares. Just the quiet click of the electronic lock, and then the penthouse was holding the three of us again.Or four, if we counted Bunny, who legally might outrank me now.I stood near the kitchen for a few seconds, staring at the door until my reflection appeared faintly across its surface. My hair was starting to come loose, my thin sweater was wrinkled around the waist, and my face looked like someone had just handed me an emotional bill without an itemized breakdown.Well.I had always loved surprises with no return policy.“She’s asleep.” Sebastian’s voice came from the living room.I turned.Poppy was asleep in his arms.Not half-asleep enough to wake up at the word cake. Fully asleep. Her small mouth hung slightly open, her cheek pressed against Sebastian’s chest, one chubby arm wrapped around his neck, while Bunny was wedged bet

  • The Billionaire's Regret   The Lights Below Monaco

    Poppy stopped halfway through the story. “I’m thirsty again.”“I’ll get it,” Adrian said.He stood and walked into the kitchen without asking where the glasses were. His right hand opened the cabinet beside the coffee machine, the one that actually held the everyday glasses.He took out a short clear glass. “Water?” Adrian asked.“Juice,” Poppy said.“No,” Sebastian and I said at the same time.Poppy frowned. “A little.”“You’ve already eaten enough sugar,” I said.“Juice is fruit.”“Juice is fruit that gave up its moral responsibility.”Adrian opened the refrigerator and found the bottle of orange juice. “Half a glass?”I was about to say no, but Poppy had already nodded with weak enthusiasm.“A little,” I said.Adrian poured less than half, then carried the glass and bottle back to the sofa.Poppy tried to open the bottle herself because apparently drinking from a glass was too simple for a former Queen.The cap didn’t move.She huffed, tried again, then held the bottle out toward S

  • The Billionaire's Regret   A Princess Between Two Fathers

    By late afternoon, the kingdom had finally collapsed.Zenna simply checked the time, announced that all the children had to leave before their parents sent helicopters, then started gathering bags, cardigans, remote-control cars, one shoe that had somehow ended up under the dining table, and Zoe, who refused to take off the crown because, according to her, “A Queen can’t go home without her head.”The five children left with enough noise to make the penthouse feel strange when the private elevator doors finally closed.The silence fell all at once.Not complete silence, of course. There was still one small child who had survived the sugar invasion and was now paying for her sins.Poppy had already taken a bath. Her long hair was still damp and combed back, though her bangs had fallen over her forehead again in less than three minutes. She wore pale yellow pajamas covered in strawberries, mismatched socks because apparently life was too short for consistency, and her chubby body was se

  • The Billionaire's Regret   RAWRR

    “Okay.”It was supposed to be nothing more than an agreement to make a bracelet.Four minutes later, Sebastian’s living room had turned into a monarchy built from sofa cushions, cashmere blankets, toy boxes, two remote-control cars, one plastic crown, Bunny Law sticky notes, and enough cake crumbs to make the cleaning staff consider converting to another religion.“I’m the Queen,” Zoe said.She stood on the ottoman with one hand raised. Her green dress was somehow still clean, her crescent-shaped bag had been tossed onto the sofa, and Poppy’s plastic crown sat crooked in her hair like a couture accessory that had accidentally come from a toy store.Poppy objected immediately. “This is my house.”“It’s Uncle’s house.”“He’s my daddy.”“Then half the house is yours.”Poppy blinked, clearly trying to work through the property math. “No,” she decided. “All of it.”Sebastian, who was standing near the coffee table with a plate of cake in his left hand, didn’t seem bothered that ownership o

  • The Billionaire's Regret   A Bracelet Made for Poppy

    Zoe stepped past Zenna without waiting for an official invitation, then stopped in the doorway with both hands on her hips. Her soft green dress was still perfectly neat, her little crescent-shaped bag hung exactly where it should against her side, and her chin lifted slightly as though she were deciding whether the penthouse was good enough to deserve her presence.“The hallway is long,” she said. “If we’re not allowed to race, why is it long?”“For walking,” Sebastian said.Zoe looked at him with pity. “That’s boring, Uncle.”Kenzo elbowed Kael. “She’s starting.”“I haven’t started,” Zoe said.“You’ve talked a lot,” Kael replied.“I’ve only talked twice.”“That’s a lot,” Kenzo said.Zoe rolled her eyes with a dramatic motion she had clearly learned from someone at home. Probably Krystal.“I’m not loud,” she said. “You just can’t listen fast enough.”“That doesn’t make sense,” Ash said.Zoe ignored him and looked over Sebastian’s shoulder into the penthouse. “Where’s the living room?

  • The Billionaire's Regret   Five Cousins and One New Romano

    The doorbell chimed.Not the cheerful, domestic kind. This was Sebastian’s penthouse, so it sounded expensive, restrained, and slightly judgmental. Like a hotel bell that knew I hadn’t paid for the minibar.Poppy immediately turned away from the oven.Sebastian was still standing beside me. His gaze shifted toward the hallway just as one of the security officers appeared from the front entrance.Matteo stopped a few steps away. “Signorina Zenna Romano is in the private elevator,” he told Sebastian. “With the children.”I raised an eyebrow. “Children?”“Five,” Matteo said. “They’ve all been cleared,” he continued. “Their bags and belongings too. They’re waiting for permission to come up.”“Whose children?” Poppy left the oven.“Your cousins,” Sebastian said.He said it so casually, as though the word hadn’t only entered Poppy’s life a few days ago along with a biological father, an Italian family, and a growing number of adults with opinions about her safety.Poppy blinked. “My cousins

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