All Chapters of Warm My Bed, Little Pumpkin!: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

QUEEN'S heart raced with excitement as she sat on the edge of her bed, staring at her phone screen as if it were a dream. Oswald-Oswald Escobar-had sent her an apology text. Not only that, but he had also asked her out on a dinner date to make it up to her. Her initial scream had been one of pure shock, but now, it was replaced with bubbling joy. She couldn't keep this to herself. Without wasting another second, she dialed Bianca's number. The call connected almost instantly. "Bianca! You won't believe this!" Queen practically shrieked into the receiver. "What? What happened?" Bianca's voice was laced with concern. "The almighty Oswald just sent me an apology text! An apology, Bianca! And he wants to make it up to me with dinner!" There was a moment of silence before Bianca let out an amused chuckle. "You are kidding." "I swear! I just screamed my lungs out! Can you believe it? I told you he wouldn't resist me for long! Ugh, I have to go get ready. We are meeting at 7 PM." Bi

OSWALD leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the polished surface of his desk. His patience was already wearing thin from Vincenzo's earlier call, and now, another disruption. Nathan walked into the office, his usual composed demeanor intact, but Oswald could sense the hint of amusement behind his serious expression. Nathan was never one to gossip, but something told Oswald he was about to hear more about the mess Queen had caused. Without looking up from the document in his hand, Oswald asked, "What is the latest?" Nathan stood before the desk, his hands in his pockets, shifting his weight slightly. "Nothing major. Just the dust Queen has raised all over social media." Oswald exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face. "Of course," he muttered. Nathan smirked slightly. "She really knows how to get attention, doesn't she?" Oswald dropped the document he was holding and shot Nathan an unamused glare. "If you came here to gossip like some joble

OSWALD sat in his office that fateful morning, staring at the message from his mother. "Try to see me at the estate this evening. I'm feeling down." A part of him wanted to ignore it. Under normal circumstances, he would have dismissed it, told her to go see a doctor, or ask her husband for company. But today was different. He didn't know why, but something in him told him to go. Without responding to the text, he tossed his phone onto the desk and turned his attention back to work. By mid-morning, David walked in, carrying a thick file and his tablet. "It is here," he announced, placing the contract before Oswald. Oswald leaned forward, flipping through the pages. He had been anticipating this deal for months. It was one of the biggest contracts his company had ever pursued, and its success would solidify his dominance in the industry. But as his sharp eyes scanned through the document, his expression darkened. Then, he saw it. The clause. "What the hell is this?" Oswald's

AS soon as Orlanda knelt down, her heart pounded heavily against her ribcage, and the silence in the room felt suffocating, the air thick with something she couldn't name. Oswald stood there for a moment, his gaze unreadable, before turning on his heels and walking out.The sound of the door clicking shut sent a shiver down her spine. She wasn't sure if she should feel relieved or more afraid. But before she could process her emotions, the door creaked open again, and Oswald re-entered. In his hands were items that made her stomach twist into knots, a handcuff, a mouth gag, four iron steels, and a heavy chain-all sparkling new.He strode over to the bed and dropped them carelessly onto the mattress. The harsh clanking noise filled the room, making Orlanda flinch. Then, without sparing her a glance, he walked to the light switch and flicked it on. Bright light flooded the room, chasing away the shadows. Orlanda's breath hitched as her gaze landed on the objects. Her eyes widened i

THE sound of fingers drumming against polished mahogany filled the silence of the dimly lit office. David leaned back in his chair, exhaling sharply as he dropped his phone onto the desk for what felt like the hundredth time. The screen went dark, mocking him with Oswald's name still lingering in his call log, unanswered. His brows furrowed in frustration. Why the hell wasn't he picking up? David had been patient, understanding even. For days now, his boss had gone completely off the grid. No work, no board meetings, no contact with anyone except Nathan. The thought irritated him more than he cared to admit. This wasn't just some minor inconvenience, this was business. And now, the contract had finally come in again. It had arrived a few days ago, and David had read through it so many times that he could recite most of the clauses by heart. The condition of Oswald and Queen getting into a relationship before the contract could be granted, was completely removed. Not a single word