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2026-07-19 23:03:28
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The Wrong Bernardi love notices, danger watches
I cut the chicken, stirred the pan, then grabbed the yogurt from the fridge. Behind me, Aiden climbed down from the sofa and made his way toward the island with a slow walk full of fake dignity, hugging the iPad to his chest.Elma followed with her pillow. “No running.”“I’m walking,” Aiden said.“Maya, don’t forget to eat too.” Mama watched me from the screen, her eyes soft even though her mouth was still fully prepared to lecture.“I’m cooking.”“That’s not eating.”“I’ll eat.”“You always say that, and then you stand around with coffee getting mad at emails.”Papa nodded. “Eat, hija.”I looked at both of them through the iPad propped on the island.They were far away, but not really. My house was full of their voices, full of instructions, full of love that had never once bothered knocking before coming in. I used to hate how Mama could tell I hadn’t eaten just from the sound of my voice. Now I did the exact same thing to Aiden and called it parenting.I set the peach yogurt in fro
The Wrong Bernardi the broccoli threat
Aiden let out a huge sigh. “Everybody’s mean.”I turned the heat down, then walked into the living room with the spatula still in my hand. Aiden immediately looked at it, then at my face, then at the iPad, like he was calculating the current threat level.I crouched down in front of the sofa.He lowered the iPad a little.His cheeks were still round. His black bangs had fallen into his eyes. His mouth was still set in a pout, but it was already starting to wobble because he knew this position.Serious Mami position.“Corazón,” I said, quieter now, “you’ve already had a lot of ice cream today.”“I know.”“If you have more, your stomach is going to hurt.”“My stomach is strong.”“Your stomach lost to one tiny piece of broccoli earlier.”“It didn’t lose. It was a negotiation.”“Elma?”“Broccoli won,” Elma answered from the chair.Aiden looked deeply offended. “Elmo.”“Medical fact.”“She’s not a doctor.”“No, but she was an eyewitness.”“Maya, don’t be too hard on him,” Mama said from th
The Wrong Bernardi mami counts
Dusk settled over my house in a shade of peach far too pretty for a day that had just tried to kill me with a seating chart.I came home from Casa Valdierra with my head full of the number seventy-eight, a champagne tower that was absolutely not happening, and the sound of Rhysand Bernadi’s voice.I sat in the car for two minutes before going inside, not to cry or think, obviously not. I was simply giving my lipstick time to reunite with my dignity.Then I went in.And found my son staging a civil protest on the couch.Aiden sat in the middle of the living room sofa in dinosaur pajamas, one little leg tucked under him while the other dangled dramatically toward the floor. His black bangs fell over his forehead. His cheeks were still chubby, but currently being deployed in an operatic pout. His lower lip stuck out slightly. His eyes were blue, huge, and full of accusation, like I had just sold all his toys to buy tax software.There was an iPad in his hands.Papa’s face filled almost t
The Wrong Bernardi air
xFor the first time since her face appeared on-screen, she looked like someone had just shut a door directly in front of the family pearls.“This is a dinner celebrating your engagement,” she said.“At my property,” Rhysand said. “With my security. With my investors. For a family you do not represent.”I held my breath.Mrs. Marie smiled again. Colder this time. “I understand.”No, she didn’t. She was mentally circling a target to hate later.“Good.” I jumped in before Gracie had to patch up a cold war with a model smile. “Then we’ll divide the guests into three categories. Marie family and business guests, Bernadi protocol guests, and neutral buffer guests. I’ll create a seating plan that makes everyone feel important without putting anyone close enough to remember failed mergers, cousin divorces, or Monaco rumors.”Rhysand looked at me.I pretended not to notice. “Guest count,” I continued, “is locked at seventy-eight for the seated dinner. Everyone else can rotate through the aper
The Wrong Bernardi the unpaid therapy package
For the first time since her face appeared on-screen, she looked like someone had just shut a door directly in front of the family pearls.“This is a dinner celebrating your engagement,” she said.“At my property,” Rhysand said. “With my security. With my investors. For a family you do not represent.”I held my breath.Mrs. Marie smiled again. Colder this time. “I understand.”No, she didn’t. She was mentally circling a target to hate later.“Good.” I jumped in before Gracie had to patch up a cold war with a model smile. “Then we’ll divide the guests into three categories. Marie family and business guests, Bernadi protocol guests, and neutral buffer guests. I’ll create a seating plan that makes everyone feel important without putting anyone close enough to remember failed mergers, cousin divorces, or Monaco rumors.”Rhysand looked at me.I pretended not to notice. “Guest count,” I continued, “is locked at seventy-eight for the seated dinner. Everyone else can rotate through the aperit
The Wrong Bernardi dinner, technically
Lorenzo came in two minutes later carrying a tablet. “Mrs. Marie is ready,” he said.Gracie immediately made a face that made me feel sorry for her for exactly half a second.Only half.I didn’t have enough compassion in stock for a family that had just raised my blood pressure with a formal Sunday dinner.“Okay,” she said, tucking her blonde hair behind one ear. “She said it’ll be quick.”I looked at her.Gracie looked back at me, then winced. “I know.”The tablet lit up.Mrs. Marie appeared on-screen with a perfect bob, a white blazer, pearls at her throat, and the smile of a woman who always sounded like she was inviting you to a charity luncheon while secretly carrying a tiny knife designed specifically for cutting into other people’s control.Behind her was a cream sitting room, white flowers, and an assistant who looked like she had recently finished crying in a professional capacity.“Gracie, darling.” Her eyes moved to me. “Maya. Rhysand.”Interesting order.Rhysand stood besi
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,
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
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