Todos os capítulos de Warm My Bed, Little Pumpkin!: Capítulo 201 - Capítulo 210

FOUR days had passed since Queen set her plans in motion. She had waited impatiently, restless and eager, but she knew better than to act without solid proof. Then, just as she was finishing her morning coffee, her phone rang. She snatched it up, her heart pounding as she read the name flashing across the screen. Daniels. Without hesitation, she answered. "Tell me you have something." "I have a lot," came his smooth reply. "I'm outside." Queen stood immediately, rushing to her large bay windows. Sure enough, the black sedan was parked in her driveway. Excitement surged through her veins as she hurried to let him in. Minutes later, they were seated in her study, the door firmly shut behind them. Daniels placed a file on the table between them, tapping it lightly. "You were right," he said, leaning back in his chair. "Something doesn't add up." Queen's fingers itched as she reached for the file, flipping it open. She scanned the first few lines, her eyes narrowing. Orlanda's f

CARLSON picked up the call, a smirk already forming on his lips."Queen," he greeted smoothly, his voice carrying a note of amusement. "Carlson," she replied, her tone firm but edged with excitement. "I'm getting closer to the truth." Carlson's fingers drummed against the armrest of his chair. "Oh? But it took you long enough." "Yes." Queen exhaled sharply, as if still processing her own discovery. "You were right. Orlanda is there. In his room." Carlson's smirk widened. "I told you," he drawled. There was a pause. Queen seemed to be choosing her next words carefully. "But Carlson... I need to ask you something." His smirk faded slightly. He didn't like uncertainty. "Go ahead." Queen hesitated for a second before finally speaking. "I know you and Oswald are sworn enemies. I know you want him ruined. But tell me the truth, are you using me?" She paused. "Orlanda and I... are we just pawns in your little war against him?" Carlson's jaw tightened. She was sharp. He would gi

QUEEN had never been more pleased with herself. As soon as dinner was over, she played the role of the perfect guest, clearing the plates, washing up, and ensuring everything was in place. Oswald, as expected, didn't linger. He stood, stretched a little, and without a word, headed upstairs to his bedroom. Queen watched him go, maintaining a neutral expression, but inside, her thoughts ran wild. Soon, I will know exactly what is in that damn room. Once Oswald had disappeared behind the doors of his ever-secretive bedroom, she took her time before heading to the guestroom. She needed to act normal, no rushing, no looking overly eager. After all, she didn't want to raise suspicion. While she was still in the living room, that was when Nathan appeared and went to the kitchen to take his own meal, and they casually talked while he did. That night, as she lay in bed, she couldn't sleep. Her mind replayed everything, Oswald's reactions, the way Nathan had carried food upstairs, the fact

QUEEN shut her bedroom door behind her, leaning against it for a heartbeat as her mind replayed every second of the cold, unsettling walk down that hidden hallway. She was shivering slightly, not from the chill she had felt down there, but from the thrill of what she had just confirmed.She had expected this though, not that whoever was behind that old door would swing it open and welcome her with open arms. No. People hidden away like secrets didn’t do that. But Queen knew what she had felt, that faint scuffle, that hesitant movements behind that warped wood, it showed there was a presence, alive and cautious. Orlanda was there. She was sure of it.Crossing the room in quick strides, Queen dropped her clutch on the desk, pulling out the folded scrap of paper she had shoved into it earlier. The paper was creased and smudged with her frantic scribbles, every failed password attempt at Oswald’s office door until she had cracked it. And then the key she had found tucked away in that lacq

THE evening breeze drifted lazily through the garden of the penthouse, stirring the petals of the white hibiscus bushes that lined the fence. The sun had long dipped below the horizon, leaving only a faint purple hue lingering at the edges of the sky, a quiet witness to the two girls sitting cross-legged on the carpet of soft grass.Winifred and Flourish sat facing each other, knees brushing, their fingers gently linked in a knot that neither seemed willing to loosen. For a while they had spoken no words at all. Silence, heavy and raw, said everything their hearts were too tired to put into sentences.The garden which used to be their favorite place to dream aloud and plan their reckless futures, now felt too big, too empty without Orlanda’s bright laugh ringing between the walls.Flourish sniffed, her eyes red but dry for the moment. She turned her face away to catch the distant city lights, trying to steady her breath. Winifred watched her, squeezing her hand tighter.It was Winifre