All Chapters of Ruthless Husband your Wife and Son are Mine : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The elegant doors swung open and one by one they stepped into the hall.Thersa moved ahead, with a few maids walking quietly behind her, ready to help for the night.At the entrance, Thersa stood poised, her hands gently clasped in front of her, with a soft smile. A few maids stood respectfully behind her."Mrs. Mondragon, it’s lovely to see you again," one of the older businessmen greeted warmly.Thersa nodded politely. "You’re all welcome. Please, come inside."Just as she turned to lead the way, Rafael walked in through the side door. His eyes caught hers immediately. For a moment, everything else seemed to pause……the lights, the soft chatter, the sound of music.Their eyes held each other’s.But Thersa quickly looked away, regaining her composure. She stepped forward."This way, please," she said in a calm voice.The guests were ushered into the reception hall, where soft music played and drinks were already flowing….. They moved straight to the long, grand table set up at the cen

Inside Mr Diego Mondragon’s mansionThey sat quietly at the table as they had their breakfast. Not a single word was spoken.Mr. Mondragon looked serious as he ate. The quiet clinking of silverware was the only sound you would hear. Several maids stood around the dining table, still as statues, while two guards remained posted by the entrance.Suddenly, another guard rushed forward. He bowed slightly and said, “Good morning, Mr. Mondragon. You have a visitor.”Mr. Mondragon didn’t even look up. “Who dares to visit me at this hour of my peaceful moment?” Before the guard could answer, the sound of polished shoes echoed across the marble floor.A tall, sharply dressed man entered the room. His charcoal suit was tailored to perfection, and a faint scent of expensive cologne trailed behind him.“Now, now, Diego… is that any way to greet an old friend?” the man said, flashing a charming smile.Mr. Mondragon looked up immediately, his eyes widening with pleasant surprise. “Alonso Rivera,” h

“So like I was saying, we need to come up with something more modern this season,” the textile expert said as she walked alongside Thersa into the boutique that specialized in high end fabrics.Thersa kept her sketchpad tucked under her arm, her gaze drifting across shelves filled with rolls of fabric...silk, chiffon, organza, linen...all neatly arranged and inviting.“There are a few more textures we can develop,” the expert continued. “Something with movement but still bold enough to make a statement.”Thersa nodded quietly. “I want something different. Soft, but not fragile. There’s strength in grace...we just need to show it.”The expert paused by a rack. “This one,” she said, pulling out a muted rose-toned silk blend. “It’s new. We haven’t tested it on structured pieces yet, but it has potential.”Thersa ran her fingers across the material, thoughtful. “It’s smooth. Breathable. Maybe layered with mesh or net… but only at the hem.”“Interesting,” the expert replied “You’ve already

“Mrs. Mon,” a woman's voice crackled through the phone. “It’s been almost two weeks since our last post on the site. We haven’t gotten any orders. No new traffic. If this keeps up…” Thersa closed her eyes, already feeling her pulse rise...“…things might flip back,” the woman continued, “just like it did a few years ago. I know you’ve been busy but..Thersa let out a long, heavy sigh, struggling to steady her breathing. “How about we open up the shop again?”“Are you sure?” the woman asked, confused.“Honestly...” Thersa’s shoulders sagged as she sat on the edge of the sofa, staring blankly at the floor. “I’m so lost right now. I don’t know what else to do. I’m just trying to pick myself back up, but” She paused, gathering the little strength she had left. “Let’s open it for a while. See how it goes.”The woman on the other end was silent for a moment. “Sure, sure, ma’am. Take your time. Let me know what you decide.”Thersa nodded, even though the woman couldn’t see it. “I will. I’ll

Nobody does it like the Mondragons..." Mr Leo muttered as he paced to Diego’s side to congratulate him for the fifth time that evening.Mr Mon let out a light chuckle “You say that every time, Leo.”“And every time, you prove me right,” Mr. Leo grinned, giving him a firm pat on the back. “This wasn’t just an announcement.....it was something more historical, I just witnessed history.”….………….Ruby gasped again. “She looks so happy. Look at the way he’s holding her, like a real man”“Enough.” Rafael’s voice cut through the room, sharp and cold.Ruby looked up, startled.He didn’t say another word.Just turned and walked away.….………………………........................................ Mon’s eyes turned to Thersa.“She made it history,” he said quietly, a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.Mrs. Camilla lingered where the host had last interviewed her, regal in her white gown. Across the hall she spotted Mom. Monica one of her fellowship woman moving around taking in the moment.“Mon