All Chapters of Warm My Bed, Little Pumpkin!: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

ORLANDA stood frozen at the spot where she was standing, the soft sunlight streaming through the large windows bathing her in a warm glow. Her heart raced as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. She had been so engrossed in arranging the flowers that she hadn’t even heard Oswald enter the room. When she finally looked up and saw him standing there, her breath had caught in her throat.She had braced herself for the worst. After all, Oswald Escobar was known for his unpredictable temper and icy demeanor. The last time they had crossed paths, which was just that morning, his anger had been palpable, leaving her feeling small and terrified. She had fully expected him to lash out at her for daring to take such a liberty as arranging flowers in his home, without first seeking his permission, but instead of the harsh words she had anticipated, Oswald had simply stared at her, his expression shifting from fury to something she couldn’t quite place. When he finally spoke, his vo

DAYS passed since the tension between Oswald and his parents reached a boiling point. He had buried himself in work, he and his parents, still not on talking terms, his interactions with Orlanda limited to the necessary exchanges, there had also been no cause for alarm suspecting she was an agent of Carlson or his accomplice, although that doesn't mean he still wasn't being watchful, he was. But tonight, as he descended the grand staircase of his mansion, a new plan was forming in his mind as usual, one that would test the limits of Orlanda’s patience and resilience.The dining room was already set when Oswald entered, his sharp eyes taking in the perfectly arranged table. The scent of a meticulously prepared meal wafted through the air, but it did nothing to stir his appetite. Instead, a different hunger gnawed at him, the need to regain control, to remind everyone, especially Orlanda, who was in charge.As he approached the table, Orlanda was busy setting the last of the dishes, her

IN a mixed emotion of fear and anger, Jolene barged into the room and closed the door behind her, leaning her back on it, then she closed her eyes. The moment she opened her eyes, something else took over her, her face suddenly lit up in smiles, as though she was just realizing she was in the luxurious guest bedroom of Oswald Dino Escobar’s mansion. The events of the previous night were a blur, his cold demeanor, the brief exchange, and then the surprise when he suddenly asked her to vacate his room, without touching her. And now, his reaction back at the kitchen.“Ahhh!” She sighed and lazily dragged her feet to the massive bed and sank into it. Jolene couldn’t help but smirk. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, and she reached for it, her breath catching when she saw the notification from her bank. Heart pounding, she opened the banking app, and her eyes widened at the six figure deposit that had been made to her account."Wow… he really did it," she whispered to herself, disbelief

SEATED in her luxurious office, was Queen, the sharp angles of the modern furniture around her reflecting the cold, calculated energy she exuded. Her desk was immaculate, the glass surface gleaming under the soft light. She was deep in thought, reviewing the latest reports from one of her father’s many ventures, when the door to her office burst open.Bianca strode in, her face a mixture of concern and urgency. In her hand was her phone, the screen lit up with what Queen quickly recognized as a trending news article. Without a word, Bianca placed the phone in front of Queen, her eyes searching her friend’s face for a reaction.Queen’s eyes narrowed as she read the headline.***Oswald Escobar Spotted with Mystery Woman: A Night of Scandal for the Billionaire Heir***Her pulse quickened, and a cold fury began to build in her chest. The article detailed Oswald’s supposed night with a woman, a nobody, a whore, really, who had the audacity to flaunt her momentary brush with his world. The

QUEEN sat frozen, her gaze locked on the phone in her hand, still trying to process the conversation she had just had with her father. It was almost ten minutes since he hung up, but yet, she still couldn't process the whole thing.The sternness in his voice, the urgency of his words, none of it made sense to her. She had always known her father was determined when it came to her marrying Oswald, but this time, there was something different in his tone, something almost desperate.The door to her office creaked open, breaking the silence that had settled in the room. It was Bianca. She walked in, carrying a stack of documents, her usual brisk pace faltered when she noticed Queen's stunned expression."Queen?" Bianca asked, concern evident in her voice. "Are you okay? You are looking tense."Queen blinked, slowly coming back to the present. "Bianca... I just got off the phone with my father."Bianca set the documents down on the desk and moved closer. "What did he say? I suppose it is