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Chapter Seventy-two•BRIANNA•“Brianna… Wake up.” I felt a tap on my shoulder, but I only snuggled deeper into the soft pillow.“Five more minutes, mom…” I moaned, barely aware of the world around me. Then, I heard a deep chuckle that didn’t sound like my mother’s.“Wake up, we’re running late.” The voice came again, accompanied by a gentle shake. Slowly, I peeled my eyes open, feeling a bit disoriented. It took a second to register that I wasn’t at home. The person waking me wasn’t my mom but Adrian. I also remembered that I was no longer in California but in Madrid, Spain.“Good morning, sunshine!” Adrian smiled brightly at me, his eyes twinkling with amusement.“Good morning!” I tried to smile back, but it came out more like a grimace. Mornings were never my thing.“Ooh, you’re not a morning person.” He chuckled, clearly enjoying my struggle.“I hate mornings,” I grumbled, burying my face back into the pillow.“Unfortunately, we have to go. It’s almost 11, and our meeting with the i

Chapter Seventy-four•BRIANNA•I slowly peeled my eyes open when I suddenly felt the bright rays of sunshine on my face. The warmth was soothing, but the blinding light was enough to make me wince. The first thing my eyes came in contact with was Adrian, who was sitting next to me, a small, teasing smile playing on his lips.“Good morning, Sunshine!” he greeted me cheerfully, his voice bright and upbeat, a stark contrast to the grogginess I was feeling.“Good morning.” I croaked out in response, my voice sounding so hoarse it reminded me of a frog. I could barely recognize it myself.“What time is it?” I asked, trying to sit up, but the moment I attempted to move, a strong wave of headache hit me like a sledgehammer. I immediately recoiled, my body collapsing back onto the bed, groaning loudly in discomfort.“You probably shouldn’t do that. You’re hungover,” Adrian remarked, his voice tinged with concern as he reached for a bottle of water and a small packet of aspirin from the bedside

Chapter Seventy-six•BRIANNA•I was jolted awake by the loud hum of the blender coming from downstairs. The sound was so intense, it almost felt like a machine was operating inside the house. Groggily, I blinked my eyes open and scanned my surroundings. I was lying in bed, comfortably tucked under the duvet. When I pulled it back, I realized I was completely naked beneath it. The realization hit me like a freight train—everything that had happened the night before flooded back into my mind.My cheeks flamed hot with a rush of embarrassment as the memories replayed, each moment sharper than the last. How would I ever face Adrian after everything that had transpired? The thought of it made my stomach twist.A frustrated groan escaped my lips as I buried my face in the pillow, wishing I could just will myself back to sleep and forget it all. But the sound of footsteps approaching my room soon broke through my thoughts. I quickly shut my eyes and pretended to be asleep, hoping to escape th

Chapter Seventy-eight•ADRIAN•Two months ago, when I discovered that Brianna was pregnant, I immediately insisted that she move in with me. I wanted to ensure both she and our baby were well taken care of. She was reluctant at first, offering excuses about needing to stay with her mom and sister, but they reassured her that it was perfectly fine for her to be with me.She even tried to distract me from my decision by claiming she had to work. I reminded her that I was her boss and that she wouldn’t need to work a single day if she lived with me. After much back and forth, she finally gave in. That was the happiest day of my life—the day she agreed to live with me.Now, here we were, lying on my bed. Brianna’s head rested gently on my lap while I attempted to braid her hair. I wasn’t exactly skilled at braiding, but I was determined to keep trying.“Babe?” she broke the silence, her voice soft and casual.“Yes? What’s on your mind?” I responded, glancing down at her.“I’m starving,” s

Chapter Eighty•CHERRY•It had been six months since I started working for Manuel, and I had enjoyed every single moment of it. I was fortunate to have a friendly, understanding boss, a comfortable working space, and a few colleagues who were more like friends. There was a sense of camaraderie that made the workdays feel lighter, and for the first time in a long while, I actually felt like I belonged somewhere.But, like with any job, there were a few challenges. One of them was the snide comments from some of the other female coworkers. The way they shot me dirty looks or whispered behind my back whenever I walked past—like they were certain I couldn’t hear them. Well, I could hear everything, but I chose to ignore them. If they didn’t stop soon, though, I was prepared to throw all decorum aside and confront them. There was only so much I could tolerate.My thoughts were interrupted by the sudden ring of the office phone, slicing through the quiet hum of my workspace. I picked up the