Semua Bab His Mistress.: Bab 81 - Bab 90

The guests had left, leaving us to nibble on leftover cake and drinks in the backyard's soft glow.Raul, the possessive freak, wouldn't let me touch the wine or have more than a single slice of cake, citing my pregnancy."Mamá, did you enjoy your birthday?" Raul asked gently."Did you like all your gifts? Is there anything else you want?"The three of us—Mamá, Raul, and I—were seated slightly apart from the other family members, enjoying the quiet of the night.Jasira's smile faltered. "I loved it, son, but... I'm still missing the most important gift." Her voice dropped to a whisper, heavy with longing.Raul's brow furrowed, worry etching his face.He lifted her chin gently. "What is it, Mamá? Tell me, and I'll get it for you."She shook her head, tears slipping down her cheeks. "You can't give me what I want, Raul.""Mamá..." he exhaled deeply, his voice thick."I promise, Mamá. Whatever it is, if it's within my power—I'll do it."She snapped her gaze to him, eyes blazing through h

In our room, mama made sure I took my vitamins then she left.Moments later, Dad stepped onto the balcony, a warm smile on his face."Dad?" I called, surprised. He settled into the chair beside me."Just checking on you and my grandchild, princess," he said, his voice soft.I rubbed my flat belly, smiling. "We're doing great."We fell into an easy conversation until he dropped a bombshell. "I'm leaving Spain tonight, princess."My brows furrowed. "Why?""I'm picking up Sarah in Seattle, then we're heading to Hong Kong. Sierra's dying to visit," he explained.I nodded, a pang of sadness hitting me. "Okay, Dad.""If I don't hear about the big surprise tonight, call me right away," he said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face."Surprise?" I raised a brow. "What surprise? Is it someone's birthday?"He chuckled, shaking his head. "Can't tell you, princess. Just be patient.""Dad, you're scaring me!""It's nothing to fear, honey," he assured, standing."Trust me.""You can't just l

"No, D'Amanos, you'll never have peace—not over my dead body!"Raul stepped forward, voice calm but stern, but she swung the gun toward him."Catalina....""One more step, and I'll pull the trigger." She warned."I loved you, Raul! I was willing to fix us! But no—you chose her." Her eyes blazed with fury, fixed on me.I rolled my eyes. The dramatics were exhausting."What does she have that I don't?" she demanded.Raul let out a dark laugh. "Do you really want me to answer that?""Answer me!" she screamed, aiming the gun at me.Oddly, I felt no fear—only defiance."Fine," Raul snapped. "Angel is real; you're fake. She's loyal; you're a traitor. She's incredible in every way, and you're nothing compared to her."Catalina shrieked, firing the gun skyward. "You can't say that!""Why not? It's the truth, and it should hurt," he shot back, his voice cold."If I can't have you, Raul, no one will—not her, not anyone!" she spat, her laughter sharp and unhinged."Don't you—""Watch your mouth,

~Angel~The twins' birthday dinner wasn't extravagant, but it was intimate—just family. Raul insisted on it.He said the kids didn't need a crowd, they just needed people who loved them. And even though I agreed, I couldn't help noticing the tension simmering underneath his calm voice when he said, "Family."Especially after he invited Nikolai.I didn't argue. Not because I didn't have my own opinions or feelings, but because Raul needed to do this for himself. On his terms.I could sense he wasn't doing it out of comfort. He was doing it out of responsibility. And maybe a part of him—deep, buried—needed to see his brother, if only to confirm that the man he once loved no longer existed.The backyard glowed under strings of golden lights, fairy-like and warm. Mia and Joanna had gone overboard with the cake setup; sparkler candles, twin balloons, even a damn magician who never showed.Aryan and Matteo took turns smearing icing on each other's faces as the rest of us clapped and cheere

~Nikolai~ The walls are a pale, institutional white—the kind of white that doesn't cleanse but sterilizes. Like it's trying too hard to convince you that this place is safe. But nothing about it is. The chair beneath me creaks every time I shift. Cheap. Functional. Designed for watching and waiting, not for comfort. I sit on the other side of the observation window, staring through the glass at her. Catalina. Her body is thinner than I remember. Fragile, like she could vanish if I blinked too long. Her once-glossy hair is chopped short now, tucked behind her ears in a way that makes her look younger than thirty-one and older than that time. She's sitting cross-legged on the padded floor, humming the lullaby. "Mr. D'Amano," a voice calls beside me—too crisp, too calm for this room. A doctor. Dr. Leclerc, I think. Neurologist, one of the three assigned to her. I barely glanced at him. "She's been in a catatonic rhythm all week," he adds. "Minimal speech. Repetitive behavior. Hum