Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE BOSS'S FORBIDDEN TWINS : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 57

ELENAGrandmother Rosa is discharged from the hospital on a Tuesday, exactly two weeks after her surgery."Finally," she declares as the nurse wheels her to the car Andre has driven up from San Esperanza. "Freedom from bland food and people waking me every two hours to ask if I'm sleeping.""You need rest, Abuela," I remind her for the hundredth time."I'll rest at home. In my own bed. Without machines beeping."The twins hover, careful not to jostle her but clearly excited to have her coming home."We made welcome home signs!" Luna announces."With scientifically accurate hearts," Lucas adds. "Not the cartoon kind. Real anatomical hearts.""Of course you did," Grandmother Rosa laughs, then winces. "Don't make me laugh yet. Stitches."Andre helps settle her into the passenger seat with practiced efficiency. He's been coming to the city every few days, checking on Grandmother Rosa's recovery, pointedly not mentioning the kiss or his declaration of love.Professional. Distant. Exactly w

Elena Damien constantly extending the twins’ stay, the emotional strain on Elena, and the first visible cracks in co-parenting.Sunday comes and goes. The twins don't come home."Just one more day," Damien says on the phone Sunday night. "There's a theater production. Children's Shakespeare. Lucas wants to analyze the dramatic structure. Luna wants to study the costumes. I already bought tickets.""You said Sunday night.""I know. I'm sorry. But Elena, they're having the time of their lives. Can we do Monday evening instead? I'll have them back by bedtime. I promise."Elena closes her eyes.Outside, the evening wind moves softly through Grandmother Rosa's garden. Somewhere nearby, dogs bark at passing bicycles. Everything feels normal except her chest.She wants to say no.Wants to remind him that promises matter. That children need routine more than excitement.But then she hears the twins in the background."Please, Mommy! Just one more day!"Luna sounds breathless with excitement.

Elena The reporters don’t leave.By Wednesday, they are still there. Three vans parked like they own the street. Cameras lifted every time the gate moves. Microphones waiting for words we never agreed to give.“Blackwood’s secret family,” they call us.The twins stop going outside.They stop asking.Inside the house feels smaller each day, like the walls are quietly learning our fear.Luna presses her face against the curtain. “Why are those people here?”“Because they’re nosy,” I say. “And they don’t know when to stop.”“Are we famous?” she asks, too softly.“No, baby. Your father is. We’re just… caught in it.”Lucas doesn’t look away from his tablet. His fingers move fast, scrolling.I already know what he’s reading before he speaks.“Mommy,” he says, voice flat. “It says you’re a ‘small-town marketing consultant who allegedly trapped billionaire Damien Blackwood with a pregnancy.’”My stomach tightens. “Lucas, stop reading that.”“What does allegedly mean?”“It means they’re accus

ElenaThree nights.That's how long it takes me to make the decision.On the first night, I barely sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I picture cameras flashing in my children's faces. I imagine strangers shouting questions at Lucas and Luna, turning them into headlines instead of little kids who deserve a normal life. I see our family picked apart by people who don't know us.By morning, I've convinced myself the interview is a mistake.The second night is even worse.I spend hours reading stories about public families who tried to clear their names through interviews. Some succeeded. Many didn't. Private pain became entertainment. Children paid the price for decisions their parents made. By the time I close my laptop, I'm exhausted, but my mind refuses to rest.Maybe silence is safer.Maybe the world doesn't deserve our truth.On the third night, just after two in the morning, I hear my bedroom door open."Mommy?"I sit up immediately.Luna stands in the doorway, clutching her stuff