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The Morning We Looked Like a Family

مؤلف: Krystal Bahmz
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-06-24 15:47:45

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.

Seb
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  • The Billionaire's Regret   Where He Put Me Back

    Poppy chewed the egg solemnly.I waited.She swallowed. “Croissant now?”“One piece.”“A big half?”“One normal piece.”“Normal according to who?”“According to a mother who would still like you to have teeth when you’re five.”Poppy sighed. “Castle breakfast is very complicated.”“Welcome to Mommy’s government.”Luca left the dining room carrying the outer envelope, and the young security officer disappeared with him like he had just delivered a gold-embossed bomb.Poppy finally accepted the piece of croissant I gave her, took a huge bite, then stopped. Her face changed.I looked at her immediately. “What?”She set the croissant down on her plate very carefully. “Mommy.”“Yeah..?”“I need to poop.”“Now?”Poppy nodded seriously. “My body has an announcement.”I closed my eyes for a second.“I’ll take her.” Salma was already on her feet.“I can go by myself,” Poppy said.“You can go by yourself after you stop flooding half the bathroom.”“It was a little waterfall.”Poppy climbed down

  • The Billionaire's Regret   Morning, Addressed Elsewhere

    “Mommy.”I pulled the blanket over my ears.“Mommy.”The bedroom door opened wider.“Mommy, wake up. It’s an emergency.”I pressed my face into the pillow.Didn’t move.The villa guest room was too peaceful for an emergency. Pale oyster walls, old wood paneling that didn’t try too hard to look antique, sheer linen curtains over the glass doors leading to a small balcony, and a large bed with a low oak headboard that had somehow convinced my body to sleep almost dreamlessly.Deeply irritating.I should have slept badly.I should have woken up every hour, checked my phone, thought about the unicorn tracker, Kelsey, Adrian, Sebastian, and every form of disaster that came wearing a handsome face.Instead, I slept in a Romano bed that felt like a threat to female independence.Then Poppy climbed onto the mattress.The bed dipped on one side.“Mommy,” she said again, now right behind me.I was sleeping on my stomach.Fatal mistake.Poppy immediately dropped her little body onto my back.“Ug

  • The Billionaire's Regret   The Sea Kept Knocking

    We left without speaking.In the hallway, the wall lights glowed softly. From Salma’s room at the far end came the low sound of television and dramatic Turkish dialogue that definitely involved betrayal, inheritance, or both.I stopped at the stairs. “I need air.”Sebastian didn’t ask if I was okay.Good.If he had asked, I might have answered, and that would have created a whole new problem.I went downstairs alone, took a glass of water from a staff member who appeared too quickly near the dining room, then walked out to the large balcony on the west side of the villa.Night in Èze had no right to be that beautiful.The sea below was dark and shining. Small lights along the coast looked like jewelry some rich person had dropped and left there because they were too lazy to pick it up. The wind was colder above the cliff, carrying salt and old stone.I stood on the balcony with one hand on the stone railing, the other holding my glass of water.Water.A very adult choice, considering

  • The Billionaire's Regret   The Softest Thing I Ever Lost to Him

    Lunch was served on the lower terrace, overlooking a sea so blue it had no manners.A long wooden table sat beneath a pergola covered in climbing vines. Wind from the cliff carried salt, rosemary, and generational wealth. At the far end of the garden, two security men stood far enough away to look uninvolved, but close enough to remind us this was not a vacation. Luca had disappeared somewhere, which meant he was either making someone very scared or very busy.Possibly both.The chef appeared like a supporting character in a French movie: tall, gray-haired, white apron, gentle expression, and the ability to place plates on the table without making a sound.Poppy looked at him with the kind of respect she usually reserved for croissants and herself.“Are you a wizard?” she asked.The chef blinked once.Sebastian answered before the poor man had to choose between lying to a small child or damaging his career.“A little.”Poppy nodded seriously. “I knew it. Pretty food is magic.”The che

  • The Billionaire's Regret   The Door With the Anchor

    The villa’s front doors opened before we had even reached the last step.Poppy was still on Sebastian’s hip, Bunny wedged between her small chest and Sebastian’s white shirt, while Barbie hung upside down from her other hand like a very fashion-forward war casualty.The second she saw the inside of the house, her mouth formed an O.Not a small O.An O of full respect.“Daddy,” she said quietly.Sebastian looked at her. “Hm?”“Put me down.”I lifted an eyebrow. “Why?”“I need to inspect the castle.” Poppy stared into the foyer ahead of us with wide green eyes and bangs that had fallen over her forehead again.Sebastian lowered her carefully. The second her little feet touched the stone floor, Poppy stood still for three whole seconds.A personal record.The villa clearly had no idea how to be modest.The foyer ceiling rose two stories high, with dark, old wooden beams and a crystal chandelier hanging low enough to make me immediately calculate the chances of my daughter trying to swing

  • 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

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