All Chapters of wishing for my husband's child: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Amelie MansonI felt the brush of his lips against mine, and I swear everything around me seemed to vanish. My body trembled under his spell, and my hands... did nothing to stop him.Damián kissed me in a way that unnerved me, because while my mind screamed for me to push him away, to hit him and run, my body, my heart, my desires... urged me to continue, to melt into him more, to return the kiss with a passion that burned inside me.Without breaking the kiss, he led me toward the bedroom. His tongue slipped into my mouth, intertwining with mine, and lower, in my belly, an uncontrolled storm erupted.With precise movements, he took off my jacket, then my blouse. I was left only in my bra and skirt. He separated for a moment to catch his breath and looked at me with desire, with lust!"It's a trap! Right? It's a damned trap!" I cried, clenching my fists.But he didn't answer. He remained silent, impassive. He unbuttoned his tie, then his shirt, and ripped it off in a rage. His eyes glo

Amelie MansonI was typing senselessly in front of the computer. The letters danced, the ideas evaporated. That morning it was impossible to concentrate, because after what happened with him, it would be the first time I saw him again.Although my mind begged him not to show up, my chest wished the opposite.The elevator doors opened. I looked at the clock: nine sharp.Damián, impeccable, imposing as always, walked straight to his office. He didn't greet anyone. He didn't even look at me.I had prepared what I planned to tell him if he dared to bring up the subject. I wouldn't fall for his game. If he planned to talk to Bartolomeo, let him. I was ready to face the consequences.But he didn't say anything.Not that day...Nor the next...Nor the third.He just came in, worked, and disappeared. He avoided me as if I didn't exist.I, on the other hand, sought to provoke an encounter. Not out of desperation, but because I needed to know what the hell he was planning.I saw him going down

Damián Feldman"Are you sick?" I asked again, unable to hide my anxiety.Amelie was pale. Seeing me, she swallowed with difficulty."I don't think that's any of your business, Maximilien." She walked past me without looking at me, with that wounded pride that characterized her so much.I gently took her arm, stopping her from moving forward."It could very well be my business."Since that night, only one possibility had been going through my head: pregnancy. The discomfort, the nausea, that distressed face... none of it was a simple coincidence."Oh, please... I know you want to see me dead, but at least try to hide it."She tried to keep walking, but I caught up to her again."What are you running from? Amelie, tell me the truth. Is there a possibility that you are pregnant?"My nerves betrayed me, and I couldn't help but ask her directly. She immediately blushed and firmly denied it."It's none of your business, Damián. If I were pregnant, it would have nothing to do with you."Her

Amelie MansonI arrived at the mansion with a broken heart. I collapsed onto the bed and cried until the pain in my ribs forced me to stop. The decision I had to make was ruthless, a sin that would drag me to hell, but what other way out did I have? I was condemned, no matter which side the coin landed on.And as if that weren't enough..."Amelie... Amelie, darling, are you there?" Bartolomeo's voice sounded behind the door. He had been home for a week since he left the hospital.I wiped my tears, took a deep breath, trying to contain the lump in my throat. But, as expected, he opened the door without waiting for my permission."Amelie, darling, is everything alright?"I covered my face with my hands and nodded without looking at him."Yes, everything is fine. Do you need anything?""Well... I know about your mother, and I wanted to know what I can do for you all."He spoke so gently that for a moment I wanted to believe his intentions were sincere. That single display of concern brok

Damián Feldman"Just as you hear it, son. When you had just been born, one of the employees who worked with us had an affair with a gardener and got pregnant. Your mother and I decided to support her so she could have her baby and continue working with us. But, as soon as Rosalía was born, the woman disappeared without a trace. We didn't have the heart to give her up for adoption, so we simply decided to raise her as our daughter."I froze. I felt a sudden dizziness with his confession. I never imagined that Rosalía didn't share my blood. Everything fit now; that woman couldn't love or feel compassion for us, because Feldman blood didn't run in her veins, even if she carried our last name."Why are you telling me this now, Father?" I asked, frustrated.He crossed his arms with a serious expression."Because I know the evil that dwells in her. Although she is not our biological daughter, she has lived in confusion and has been making wrong decisions for years. Listen carefully... go to