Todos los capítulos de The CEO's Rejected Wife's Twins: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Steven, somewhat exhausted, had returned from the university after studying non-stop and attending classes.He loved architecture too much; it was a dream for him to become a professional.But that didn't mean it wasn't quite hard for him, something demanding that required too much of himself. He was willing to keep striving and making sacrifices to achieve his goals. After a long day, he arrived home as night was falling.What he didn't expect was to find Bianca in the kitchen. It didn't bother him that she was doing something, but it worried him that she might feel uncomfortable and in the way, which was why she was doing all those things to try and help."Good evening, Bianca. I'm sorry for getting back so late. Can I know why you started cooking? Besides, I intended to share this pizza with you," he added, showing the pizza box he carried in his hand.She turned around and looked at the man, then smiled a bit apologetically."I'm so sorry, Steven. Honestly, I shouldn't have taken

The insistent buzzing of her phone that morning pulled Bianca from a light sleep. A disorienting jolt ran through her body—could it be Eric? Her heart raced, her breath caught, and a pang of discomfort washed over her. She didn't want to receive calls from him, but part of her knew she would have to face him sooner or later.However, upon checking the illuminated screen, she discovered it was an unknown number. She hesitated for a fraction of a second: what if it was something urgent? She decided to answer to clear up the mystery."Good morning, who am I speaking with?" she began, her voice still tinged with confusion.On the other end of the line, a deep, masculine voice answered, dispelling her doubts."Good morning, Mrs. Harrington. You are Bianca Harrington, aren't you? I'm Mr. Eric Harrington's attorney, and I'm calling to inform you that the divorce papers are ready. You just need to sign them. Due to my client's tight schedule, I can meet with you to hand over the papers. I jus

She watched people pass by—each face a story she would never know, each step a different destination. She, for her part, still didn't have a clear one. She pulled out her phone and checked bus routes and fares. The idea of going somewhere remote where nobody knew her, where she could start from scratch, seemed appealing. But the doubt persisted: would it be safe for her babies?Fatigue began to take its toll. The stress of recent days, the tension of the divorce, the uncertainty of the future—everything piled onto her shoulders. But she couldn't afford to falter. For her children, for herself, she had to be strong. She stood up from the bench, her destination uncertain, but her determination unwavering.She headed toward the bus stop, one step at a time, toward the beginning of her new life, unaware that darkness lurked—sent by George, the man who would not let her find peace.The clock struck midnight. The night was young and dangerous, but Bianca, oblivious to the threat hovering ov

The beam of the pickup truck's headlights flashed, piercing the dense darkness of the road. Lorena, behind the wheel, felt a chill that raised goosebumps on her skin. It was a treacherous night for driving, and every shadow seemed to hide a danger. Despite the fear gripping her chest, a heartbreaking scene caught her attention: an immobile silhouette on the asphalt. Her heart skipped a beat.She couldn't simply drive past. Her instinct urged her to stop, even though common sense screamed at her to keep going. The truck screeched as she braked hard."What...? What is that?" she murmured to herself, her voice barely a thread. The lights of her vehicle illuminated the figure. It was a woman, lying face down in the middle of a dark pool expanding ominously beneath her. Blood. There was too much blood.The thought that this person could be her daughter, or any soul in distress, hit her with the force of a wave. Lorena had always been like that: a woman incapable of turning her back on some

Lorena was reading an article about gardening out loud, her voice monotonous and soft, trying to fill the silence that sometimes felt deafening. Suddenly, she felt a slight movement. She wasn't sure if it was her imagination or a real sign. She stopped reading and looked at Bianca. And then she saw it. The fingers of the hand she was holding fluttered weakly, a whisper of life amid the stillness. Lorena's heart skipped a beat."Bianca!" she exclaimed, her voice choked with emotion.At that exact moment, Bianca's eyelids fluttered. Slowly, with visible effort, they opened, revealing murky, confused eyes that blinked against the light. She was dazed, her gaze wandering around the room as if trying to decipher an enigma. A gasp escaped her lips, and a tremor ran through her body. Surprise, the shock of waking up in an unfamiliar place, overwhelmed her.The monitors, until then rhythmic and calm, began to beep with a deafening urgency. The beeps accelerated, alerting the staff. Within sec