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PREGGO!

LENA'S POVHonestly, it all happened so fast I thought it was some elaborate joke. But it wasn’t.One moment I was just… me. The next, I’d been transferred to an entirely different building within the luxury estate, complete with three personal maids and instructions that left no room for argument. The kind of luxury that felt almost unreal.I stood by the towering floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out at the manicured gardens below, when a soft voice pulled me from my thoughts.“Do you need anything, ma’am?”I turned, blinking at the young maid who waited patiently near the doorway. She was poised, hands clasped neatly in front of her uniform.“No… I mean, I’m okay. Everything is so beautiful. Thank you,” I replied softly, offering her a small smile.She nodded gracefully.“Our quarters are downstairs. The two nurses assigned to you will also be moving in until you deliver. Those are Lord Ricardo’s direct instructions. Please don’t hesitate to use the service number if you need anythi

THEY DID?

I hesitated, a wave of nausea curling through me at the mere thought of food.“I don’t think I’m craving anything right now. I’ll probably throw up if I eat something heavy. So please, don’t stress yourself over it.”She frowned.“You still have to eat something,” she insisted gently. “I’ll speak with the doctor and get all the right information. I want to make meals that are perfect for you—especially in these early stages. It’s riskier than people think, even if you’re not showing yet.”“Really?” I asked, a flicker of anxiety rising in my chest.She nodded firmly. “So we’re going to be extra careful.”It struck me as funny that I was at least seven years older than Christy, and yet she was so informed and composed. Maybe it came with her higher education.“So… have you thought of names?”I shook my head softly. “I can’t think about that now. I wanted the father to be present so we could suggest names together.”“The father… that’s right. Chef Rosa didn’t tell me who the father is…”

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I MISSED YOU

AUTHOR'S POVChef Rosa stood at the gleaming marble counter, her knife moving smoothly as she diced fresh herbs. The sharp, clean scent of basil and thyme filled the sunlit kitchen, mingling with the warm aroma of simmering sauces. She barely looked up when a familiar voice spoke from behind her. "You're ignoring me again." A smile tugged at the corners of her lips despite her best efforts to remain focused. "I'm working, Ricky," she replied, her voice warm with affection. Lord Ricardo leaned against the wide kitchen doorway, arms folded across his broad chest, watching her with that same unwavering admiration that had lingered in his eyes since the day they first met. The years had only deepened it. "You know when you call me Ricky, I get too excited," he said, his tone low and playful. "Is that so?" Rosa chuckled softly, her knife never faltering. "No wonder you've been standing there for so long staring at me." "I don't know... Neglect from the woman I love is v

PRESSURED

"Hmm?" Ricardo replied, still holding her close. "I missed you too," Rosa admitted, her voice softening. "But I'm happy... You're still the same man I fell in love with. You may have lost your way for a little while, but you found your way back to the Ricardo I fell in love with. And I'm sorry for always pushing you away because of our age difference when you first confessed to me." He smiled softly, warmth blooming in his eyes. "You know, it's not too late to admit you also had a crush on me before the age gap scared you off," he teased gently. Rosa rolled her eyes, though his confident charm never failed to make her heart feel lighter. "Well... you *are* handsome, funny, and smart. Who wouldn't fall for that smile of yours?" Ricardo smiled down at her, his gaze tender. "And you've gotten even hotter as you've aged," she added softly. Their eyes locked in a heated gaze. "You've become even more beautiful... so incredibly sexy," he murmured, his thumb tracing her cheek.

IT'S TRUE

Silence crashed over the kitchen like a heavy curtain falling on the final act of a tragedy.The only sound that remained was Christy’s quiet, broken sobbing. Ricardo stood frozen near the counter, every muscle in his body pulled taut as a wire. Rosa’s face had drained of all color, her hands clasped so tightly in front of her that her knuckles gleamed white. No one dared answer Lena’s question. Lena’s breathing grew shallow and ragged with hot tears running relentlessly down her cheeks. “So…” she whispered again, her voice cracking like thin ice underfoot. “It’s true.” She lifted her shattered gaze to Rosa. “You… you’re my mother?” Rosa opened her mouth, but no sound emerged. Her lips trembled. “Lena…” she finally breathed. “No!” Lena cried, stumbling backward until her back met the edge of the table. “Don’t say my name like that—like everything is normal. Don’t.” She turned to Ricardo, lips quivering, eyes wide with disbelief and betrayal. “And you…” Her voice fractured.

TRUE FAMILY?

“Patricia was my closest friend, she was a Chef too,” Rosa said, her voice thick with emotion. “And also a young widow who had her womb removed due to an illness . She begged me to let her raise you instead of… instead of the abortion I once considered. When I handed you to her, I always visited you two. I gave her every penny I earned. I nursed you. I held you. And I cried every time I had to leave her house.” Rosa’s face crumpled. “Soon, Patricia became afraid I would take you back. She ran away with you, and I couldn’t find her. I tried everything… but I failed.” A broken sob tore from Rosa’s throat. “For thirty years, I lived in regret. Every single day I wondered where you were, if you were safe, if you were loved. When I saw you again as an adult… I knew. The blood sample that was collected on your first day for safety sake—I secretly ran a maternity test with it. It confirmed what my heart already knew.” Lena’s face was drenched in tears as she watched her Rosa cry

JOIN US

When Lord Ricardo entered the family dining hall, his three daughters—Seraphina, Gianna, and Keisha—greeted him with their usual affection, pressing soft kisses to his cheeks.But they quickly sensed something was wrong. His shoulders sagged under an invisible weight, and his smile looked strained, barely reaching his eyes.“Have you seen Andres, Dad?” Keisha asked, sliding into her seat. “He wasn’t at his post this morning. I wanted to go somewhere with him.”“Give him a break,” Seraphina replied, unfolding her napkin with an exaggerated eye roll. “He’s not your personal assistant. He has actual work to do now that Tarzan is gone.”“Well, I wasn’t talking to you,” Keisha shot back.“Can you two shut it?” Gianna interjected, her tone sharp. “Father doesn’t look happy, and you’re both too busy bickering to notice.”The sisters turned toward their father in surprise. Lord Ricardo sat at the head of the table, staring at nothing in particular, his jaw clenched tight. After a long moment,

ILLEGITIMATE CHILD

Ricardo carefully placed his napkin on his lap, taking his time as though gathering courage. The entire room seemed to hold its breath. "Because she belongs at this table." A heavy silence descended, thick enough to choke on. Seraphina frowned. "What do you mean she belongs at this table? I don’t understand." "And I think it’s time you did." Ricardo looked slowly around the table, meeting each of his daughters’ eyes with a mixture of love and profound sadness. He reached beneath the table and squeezed Lena’s hand tightly, offering what little comfort he could. Lena’s heart hammered violently against her ribs. She could feel the weight of the coming storm. "Lena…" Ricardo began, his voice softening with such tender, open affection that it immediately captured everyone’s attention. "…isn’t just our chef. And she is not Andres’ partner because…" Seraphina frowned, impatience flashing across her face. "Because *what*, Father?" Ricardo drew in a slow, steadying breath. "Because

OLD WHORE

Rosa sat perfectly still, silent tears rolling down her cheeks as she prayed for peace. With every venomous word, her heart shattered a little more.She had known this moment would come, yet the raw pain in the girls’ voices cut far deeper than she had anticipated. First Andres had stormed out of the kitchen without a word. Now the girls looked devastated — disappointed in their father and betrayed by the woman they had come to see as a mother figure.The family that had seemed so solid only minutes ago now stood on the edge of fracture. The breakfast lay cold and forgotten on the table between them."Your mother died from blood cancer," Ricardo said firmly. "Rosa would never hurt her. Do not make such accusations again."Gianna, the most composed of the three, though still visibly shaken, turned to Lena. "So let me guess — she’ll be your heiress now? Does Andres know about this?" Her voice trembled as she fought back tears.Lena kept her eyes lowered, tears slipping silently down her

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