Todos los capítulos de The CEO's Rejected Wife's Twins: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

When Tatiana returned home, she felt an overwhelming need to vent."Mother, I can't take this anymore!" Tatiana exclaimed, tossing her designer bag onto a velvet sofa. Frustration and fed-up exhaustion were evident in every syllable. "Eric is such a... such a glacial guy. I don't want this marriage!"Mariola raised an eyebrow, a severe look of disapproval settling on her daughter's face. Her voice, though soft, carried the weight of authority."You don't want this marriage?" she replied, setting her glass down on a side table with a faint clink. "Tatiana, what are you saying? We've already talked about this. You have to make him fall in love with you. You can't give up so easily."Tatiana huffed, crossing her arms as the image of Eric's indifference burned in her mind."But how am I supposed to make a man fall in love with me when he treats me like a piece of furniture?" she protested. "He's too cold, Mother. He doesn't look at me, he doesn't smile at me, he barely speaks to me. It's

The hospital—a labyrinth of antiseptic corridors and urgent whispers—suddenly turned into the stage for a miracle for Bianca. Her contractions had intensified until they became unbearable, but the decision had already been made: a C-section, just as scheduled beforehand. Lying on the cold operating table, fear washed over her. The blinding lights of the operating room seemed to suck all the air from the room, and all Bianca wanted was to hear a cry, the sound of her babies, the confirmation that everything had gone well.She heard a nurse's voice in the distance, the murmurs of the doctors, and then... a cry. A sharp little wail that tore through the silence of her anxiety. The nurse stepped closer, and for a fleeting second, Bianca caught a glimpse of a tiny pink bundle—one of her twins—before darkness completely enveloped her. Unconsciousness was a welcome veil.When she woke up, daylight filtered through the window, indicating morning had arrived. She was in a private hospital room

The soft Parisian morning sun filtered through the curtains, painting the room in a golden hue. Bianca stretched, pulled back to reality by Olivia's soft whimper from the nearby crib. For a moment, she forgot where she was. Then, memories of the long journey and the new city rushed back to her.She got up, stretching, and walked over to the crib. Olivia looked at her with those big, curious eyes, and Bianca offered her a tired yet love-filled smile. Henry was still fast asleep in the adjacent crib.As she stepped out of the room, the aroma of coffee and something sweet drifted through the air. Lorena was already awake, moving around what looked like a spacious, bright kitchen. The house was larger than Bianca had imagined, with high ceilings and windows promising charming views of the city. The exhaustion of the trip had blurred any initial impressions, but now, with a clearer mind, she began to appreciate the details: the elegant decor, the warmth of the furniture, and the cozy feeli

Five years later, little Olivia burst into her mother's design studio like a hurricane of laughter and color. Bianca couldn't help bursting into a hearty laugh at the sight. The little girl's face was completely smeared with makeup—a veritable mosaic of bright shades—and she was struggling to keep her balance as she tried to walk in her mother's giant heels while dragging one of her designer handbags. It was a hilarious image, an adorable piece of mischief from a little girl who already possessed an overflowing personality."Olivia!" Bianca exclaimed, her tone more amused than scolding. "Why on earth did you put on my things? And look at your face—you've got it covered in makeup!" she pointed out, indicating the masterpiece painted across the toddler's face.With a dazzling smile missing a couple of baby teeth, the little girl trotted over to her mother."Mommy, it's because I look so pretty. I want to look just like you, super gorgeous."Bianca's heart melted. She knelt down and gent

The silence in the neighboring stall shattered with a voice laden with desperation. Motionless in her hiding spot, Bianca strained her ears. It was Tatiana, and her tone carried unprecedented urgency."I need you to get the right baby, please," Tatiana said, her voice barely contained. "I don't care how much you have to risk to pull it off, but I want you to do what I'm asking. That's what I pay you for. I'll send you whatever money you need and double the amount if necessary, but I need you to hurry up!"Bianca covered her mouth, flooded with disbelief and perplexity. She didn't know who Tatiana was talking to on the other end of the line, but one thing was undeniable: the woman was plotting something of terrifying proportions. In a sudden impulse, a strange urge took hold of her. She felt she had to record the conversation, and so she did, her hand trembling as she activated the recording feature on her phone.Tatiana's voice rang out again, more imperious than before."I don't care