Warm My Bed, Little Pumpkin! のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 271 - チャプター 280

NATHAN pushed the grand double doors open, and the room seemed to freeze.Orlanda stepped in first, a calm fury in her eyes, each step she took echoing into the silent living room. Her chin was raised, posture proud, but her chest was tight with emotion. Behind her, Oswald followed like a dark force, tall, brooding, unreadable. Nathan entered last, quietly closing the doors behind them. Outside, the guards and chauffeur lingered, but no one inside paid them any attention.The living room felt so strange to Orlanda, like a stage, and everyone on it, strangers wearing masks.The Grimes family was already assembled. Mr. Grimes was now sitting stiffly on the edge of his armchair, his hands tightly gripping the wooden handles, sweat glistening on his temple. His wife stood, arms crossed over her chest, her face painted with a smile too wide, too fake. Beside her, Kate sat with one leg tucked under her, nervously biting her nail.Only the younger boys, Kelvin and King, were absent. Kelvin w

THE room sat in dead silence.The air itself seemed to tremble with the weight of Mrs. Grimes’ confession, as Orlanda sat frozen, her limbs barely able to hold her weight. Oswald remained motionless, the blood in his veins pounding with shock, disbelief, and a pain he never thought he would feel again.“Sophia…” Mrs. Grimes’s cracked voice continued, “was Orlanda’s sister. Orlanda’s blood.”Orlanda’s eyes widened in stunned disbelief. Nathan’s jaw dropped as he instinctively shifted closer to her, as if shielding her from the invisible shards of trauma stabbing from all corners.Oswald’s breath caught in his throat.His Sophia? Her sister?His entire body stiffened, the memories of Sophia’s sweet smile, her soft voice, her wild stubbornness and fierce loyalty, they all came rushing back to him like a storm. That was why Orlanda reminded him so much of her. That was why her voice, her arguments, her stares, he wasn’t hallucinating the resemblance, no he wasn't. The boldness, the streng

THE air around the Escobar mansion was thick with an eerie calm, the kind that hinted at tension brewing beneath quiet walls. The soft crunch of tires against the gravelled driveway brought life back to the moment as Vincenzo’s black BMW rolled to a stop outside the estate. He stepped out, dressed in a fitted navy suit, sunglasses tucked into his collar, his aura unmistakably that of someone with both charm and quiet authority.It had been weeks since he arrived in Philadelphia, yet he hadn’t made the courtesy call he always did, his usual visit to the Escobars. That was unlike him. But given the madness that had unfolded between Oswald and Carlson, he had intentionally held back, waiting for the smoke to settle.Now, with things gradually cooling, he was finally here.The butler greeted him at the door with a bow and led him into the main lounge.“Vin darling!” came the excited voice of Lady Frances as she descended the staircase in her elegant robe. Her face lit up with maternal war

THE hospital room was silent except for the soft beeping of machines and the muffled sounds from the hallway beyond. The curtains were drawn halfway, and the sterile scent of disinfectants lingered in the air. A nurse had just left moments ago when the door quietly creaked open again.Lady Frances walked in, her heels clicking softly on the tiled floor. She was dressed in an elegant but somber outfit, flanked by two of her guards who remained outside after holding the door for her. Her eyes scanned the room and rested on the figure of her son.Carlson was seated upright on the hospital bed, his back to the door, staring blankly out the window. He knew she was coming, he had been foretold. Yet, he made no move to greet her or even glance in her direction.Lady Frances sighed. She wasn't expecting less.Taking a deep breath, she settled into the seat beside the bed. “Carlson,” she called softly, “I know you are angry, but I needed to see you.”Hmph. There was no response.“I came as so

ORLANDA’S ride rolled to a slow stop before the grand iron gates of the Escobar mansion. Her eyes widened as she took in the vast estate before her. It was her first time stepping foot into the residence of the Escobar elders, and she could tell at first glance that this place carried more than just wealth, it carried history, secrets, and shadows.The mansion was majestic, an architectural wonder standing tall with antique stone walls, intricately carved balconies, and a wide circular driveway adorned with blooming marigolds and towering cypress trees. The sun cast golden reflections off the massive windows, and a fountain in the shape of a lion roared with elegance at the center of the courtyard.The car door opened, and Orlanda stepped out, her heels clicking gracefully on the stone pavement. She looked like pure class in the elegant dress, her soft makeup accentuating her natural beauty. Clutching her purse in one hand and her phone in the other, she paused to take in the massive