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Numbers Don’t Lie, Men Do

Author: Krystal Bahmz
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-02-28 05:58:47

I step into their circle with a walk my body remembers from before I had a child, before I had trauma that could show up in the shape of a navy ribbon and a three-line text.

Back straight. Shoulders loose. A small smile that doesn’t invite anyone to feel close.

Luc greets me first, as usual, far too friendly for someone whose life is concrete and deadlines. “Jasmine. Great timing. We’ll start with the facade mock-up, then head up to the sky lobby to check the lighting. Façade contractor’s ready
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    I watched his hand.Again.The hand that had just made investors go quiet. The hand now tucking the blanket beneath my daughter’s chin.Ridiculous, the things that could break a person a little.Not the big sentences. Not the apologies. Not dark eyes and a low voice that had once made me forget logic had practical uses. Not even the fact that Sebastian Romano had just defended my design better than most of the people I paid to defend project timelines.But a hand.One hand under Poppy’s chin, making sure the blanket didn’t touch her nose.As if the world could be rearranged from that one small movement.I stood where I was, my iPad pressed to my chest like a very expensive and completely useless shield.Sebastian didn’t step back from the sofa right away. He stayed bent slightly, his eyes on Poppy’s face. Her bangs had fallen over her forehead again, and he brushed them aside gently. Very gently. As if Poppy’s hair was made of something that could keep the memory of touch.“She’ll be

  • The Billionaire's Regret   Identity, Protected

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    Poppy won Bunny’s trial at eleven-twelve.Bunny was declared not guilty because, according to Poppy, “there was no evidence except the spoon was missing and Bunny looked suspicious, but that’s not a crime, that’s personality.”Sebastian accepted the verdict with a serious face.I looked at him from the sofa. “You know, if you keep treating all of this like a federal trial, she’s going to start asking for an actual courtroom.”Poppy immediately turned her head. “Can I?”“No.”“Daddy?”“No,” Sebastian said.I almost felt proud.Then he added, “But we can use that little table as a temporary courtroom.”I slowly closed my iPad. “Sebastian.”Poppy gave a small cheer, then coughed once because she got too excited. Not badly. But enough to make Sebastian immediately turn his head, his body leaning forward, his hand already moving toward the glass of water before I could even stand.“I’m okay,” Poppy said quickly, her raspy voice still sweet and annoying. “That was a victory cough.”“Drink,”

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