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2026-06-07 23:59:45
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The Wrong Bernardi all rise for bad decisions
The house became too quiet.It was strange how a house that had been full of Aiden’s voice, dishes, running water, and little bursts of laughter just minutes ago could suddenly feel like someone had turned off the music in a ballroom. The ocean was still moving beyond the glass. The dishwasher hadn’t started yet. The air-conditioning hummed softly. But between all those small sounds, there was one enormous silence sitting in the middle of the kitchen like an uninvited guest.I went in first and immediately started clearing the plates from the table.Rhysand picked up two bowls before I could stop him.“Leave them,” I said.He carried the bowls to the sink. “No.”“You don’t have to wash dishes to prove something.”“I’m not proving anything.” He set the bowls in the sink, then picked up Aiden’s plate, which still had a few grains of rice stuck to the edge. “I’m stalling before you kick me out.”I stopped with a plate in my hand.At least he was honest. Extremely annoying when handsome m
The Wrong Bernardi a place at the table, regrettably
Lunch was supposed to be quick.Supposed to be.Usually, after a bath and a tantrum, Aiden would eat five bites, ask for strawberries, then turn into a small pillow with legs. But now he stayed at the table longer because Rhysand was sitting across from him, and apparently my son considered Uncle Car’s presence at lunch an important social event.“Uncle Car,” he said, pointing at Rhysand’s plate with his little fork. “You finished?”Rhysand looked at his plate. Completely clean.No rice. No leftover chicken. Not a trace of hogao remained to testify. Even the lime wedge looked like it had been squeezed until it suffered minor trauma.“Wow,” I said. “You eat like you were just rescued from a deserted island.”“I was hungry.” He leaned back in his chair, far too relaxed for a man who had just wiped my lunch plate clean with the moral standards of a predator.“Where did you come from? The Crusades?”“Your driveway has harsh working conditions.”“Aiden asked you to hold a cone.”“The cone
The Wrong Bernardi all this over five bites
I picked up the avocado and cut it in half.Upstairs, the sound of the water changed. Aiden wasn’t crying anymore. Now he was rambling, softer, broken up, the kind of tired-kid commentary that meant he had surrendered but still wanted the world to know he had opinions.“Don’t get it in my eyes.”“I won’t.”“If it gets in my eyes, I’ll be sad.”“I know.”“And Mami will be mad.”“I know that too.”“And Elmo says bad words.”“Elma.”“Yeah, Elmo.”I smiled at the avocado.Damn it.This was dangerous.Not because Rhysand flirted with me. I could handle that. The man could stand too close, smile too slowly, speak in a voice that made normal women forget their email passwords, and I could still save myself with sarcasm and a pair of expensive heels.This was the dangerous part.The sound of running water in my son’s bathroom.Aiden letting that man wash his hair.Rhysand not sounding awkward, not sounding annoyed, not sounding like he was performing the role of a good man because he wanted s
The Wrong Bernardi a man, a toddler, and my last nerve
I looked at Aiden.Aiden looked back at me from Rhysand’s shoulder with wet eyes, flushed cheeks, and a little face that looked far too much like the man holding him.Rhysand didn’t say anything. Because if he offered right away, I might grab one of the orange cones and turn it into a legal instrument.“Elma can give you a bath,” I said.Aiden shook his head. His lower lip pushed out again. “Uncle Car.”“Uncle Car does not work at a spa.”“I don’t want water.”“Water isn’t asking for your opinion.”“I want Uncle Car.”Rhysand finally looked at me.Not with an obvious request. Not with some tiny victory. Not like a man who knew my son had just handed him an invitation to step farther into a space I hadn’t opened yet.He just looked at me.Waiting.Again.Damn him and this character development I never asked for.I closed my eyes for a second. In the kitchen, the little timer went off. My chicken was probably fine. I wasn’t. But clearly the chicken had priorities.“Five minutes,” I said
The Wrong Bernardi mean boss
I opened the fridge and pulled out chicken, cilantro, limes, tomatoes, avocado, cheese, and the leftover arepa dough. Then baby potatoes, sweet corn, and the glass bowl of hogao I’d managed to save from Saba last night before he claimed it as an academic right.“DON’T TOUCH THE LAVA!” Aiden yelled outside.I sliced a tomato. “Don’t touch the lavender, pequeño tyrant,” I muttered.The knife moved quickly over the cutting board. Tomatoes, onions, cilantro. The kitchen slowly went from an arena for bad thoughts to a place I could control. Oil heated in a pan. Garlic went in. The smell rose, soft and sharp, soothing in the way only Colombian food and threats from Mama over the phone could be.I seasoned the chicken with salt, lime, garlic, a little cumin, then laid it in the pan until the hiss filled the kitchen. Through the window, I saw Rhysand holding one of the cones now.Aiden gave a tiny clap.I immediately looked back at the chicken.No.I was not going to stand in my kitchen weari
The Wrong Bernardi i am only protecting the lavender
We turned onto the street toward my house.A few seconds later, we heard it.BEEP.A tiny horn.I immediately sat up straighter.“No.”BEEP BEEP.Rhysand slowed the car.In front of my house, the driveway had turned into something between Formula One, an expensive daycare, and an unfinished coup.Aiden was in the middle of it all with his red Swiss car.My son had changed out of his preschool uniform into a little white T-shirt, gray shorts, sneakers, and blue sunglasses sitting crooked on his face because one of his ears had apparently decided not to cooperate with fashion. His black fringe fell over his forehead, his cheeks were round and red, and he was standing half inside the red car with one hand raised.Behind him was a small gang he had apparently managed to recruit in less than an hour.A neighbor girl sat on a pink scooter wearing a unicorn helmet, looking extremely serious for someone whose vehicle had glitter on it. A little boy on a balance bike was holding an orange cone
The Wrong Bernardi Bad Reputation, Better Smile
Ricky took my hand and led me through the crowd. A few guests turned to look. Someone called my name. My aunt from Cartagena waved far too enthusiastically.I ignored her.Then I saw Rhysand Bernadi.And the most annoying thing was that Ricky had not been exaggerating.The man stood at the edge of
The Wrong Bernardi Safe Choice
HawaiiI knew something was going to go wrong the moment Mama started crying when she saw me coming down the stairs.Mama cried like she had just watched her baby being delivered to a royal sacrificial altar, when in reality her baby was wearing a white silk dress with a low-cut back, my great-gran
The Wrong Bernardi Tequila and Bad Idea
Late night, I’m at a beachside club with a glass of tequila in front of my face and a bartender looking at me like I’m an expensive potted plant that had suddenly started smoking.His name was probably Kai. Or Koa. Or something very Hawaiian and very undeserving of being dragged into the Bernadi fa
The Wrong Bernardi The Door Was Unlocked
After spending the entire day making sure my wedding did not turn into a disaster with expensive flowers, I finally collapsed onto the bed in my suite, one foot still in a heel and the other already surrendered to humanity.Tomorrow, I’m going to become Mrs. Bernadi.That should have made me blush,
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