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Jessie took another bite and groaned in pure satisfaction. “This is amazing. Every single bite is perfect.” “The seasoning… the texture… everything is balanced,” Hannah murmured. Then she looked at me with a teasing smile. “I officially forgive you for making us wait.” The table erupted in laughter. Nora scooped another generous helping onto her plate. “Also, it would’ve been even better if he’d used rosemary in this one.” “I told you not to judge him too harshly."I reminded her. “Oh, we’re judging him fairly,” Nora replied. “He’s close to certified-chef level. Our official verdict is that you need to keep him forever.” Jessie nodded enthusiastically. "And don't forget the fact that he’s already handsome.” “The man can cook like a genius,” Nora finished. Jessie laughed. “I already feel jealous for your future kids. They’re going to be the luckiest children ever,”Nora said. “Imagine having a mom who’s an incredible baker and a dad who cooks like a culinary genius.” “I
LENA’S POV**NEW LOCATION: PARIS** The moment I pushed open the bedroom door, I knew I was in trouble. The second I stepped into the living room, Nora, Hannah, and Jessie were already waiting—arms crossed in perfect synchronization, three pairs of eyes locked on me with that unmistakable look that said *we’ve been waiting, and we are not amused*.I made a beeline for the kitchen, grabbed a bag of chili chips (my emotional-support snack for exactly the upcoming interrogation), and slid onto the empty couch opposite them. “What?” I asked, trying for innocent. Nora arched one eyebrow. “Don’t ‘what’ us, Lena. You kept us sitting here for hours like abandoned puppies while you were off doing God-knows-what.” “Hours is an exaggeration,” I muttered, tearing open the bag. “It was like… forty-five minutes. Tops.” Jessie leaned forward, her messy bun wobbling. “Forty-five minutes of our lives we’ll never get back. I could’ve been at home, napping. I love napping.” Hannah n
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Ricardo waited until her breathing deepened, then quietly slipped from the bed.He moved silently into his study, where his assistant was already waiting with his phone.He took the device and dialed a number."My lord...""What’s the situation?" Ricardo asked, his voice low and cold. "Has Tarzan been eliminated?""My lord… we’ve had no sighting of him since the gala yesterday. We're still searching.""Nothing should happen to my daughter," Ricardo said, each word laced with quiet menace. "Make no mistakes."After ending the call, he exhaled heavily and scrolled through his gallery until he found an old photograph: himself standing beside Tarzan’s father."I’m sorry, old friend," he whispered to the image. "But your son has been consumed by rage and hatred for this family. By now, Lena must have told him she’s my daughter. He’ll try to hurt her to get to me. He believes I killed you and your wife. I am sorry—but I will do anything to save my daughter from your son, even if it means wi
NEW LOCATION: USARosa woke to the weight of Ricardo’s arm wrapped possessively around her waist. The time zone still several hours behind Paris.“How was your night, Mi amor?” he whispered, his voice husky with sleep as he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.“I had a bad dream,” Rosa murmured.Ricardo sat up immediately, concern sharpening his features. “A bad dream about what, my love?”She hesitated, then spoke softly.“I dreamt of Lena… She was lost in the middle of a vast desert. I called out to her, but she couldn’t recognize me. She was wearing a torn, dirty outfit like a homeless woman, her body covered in deep bruises that made my own chest ache. I tried to reach her, but a violent tornado appeared out of nowhere, pushing me back.”Rosa’s eyes glistened with unshed tears as she looked at him.“You were there too. You were shouting my name from behind me, leading an army of soldiers with an entire kingdom at your back. ‘Rosa, I’m coming for you!’ But I wasn’t interested i
After slipping into her bathrobe, Lena turned to Tarzan, smoothing her hair with frantic hands."Baby," she whispered, "do I look suspicious?"Tarzan looked her over with an amused smile. "Only if suspicious means glowing."She swatted his arm. "Be serious."---Meanwhile, in the living room, Hannah, Jessie, and Nora were pretending to focus on the Netflix show glowing on the big screen."So… they’re still cooking?" Nora whispered, glancing toward the kitchen door.Hannah folded her arms, wearing a knowing grin. "I think we all know why.""They’re still cooking, alright," Jessie added, fighting back a smile, "but definitely not a meal.""They’re making a baby in there for sure," Hannah smirked.The three exchanged glances trying not to laugh out loud.The soft click of the kitchen door opening made them freeze. "Everyone shhh."Nora whispered.Their heads instinctively turned toward the direction just in time to see Lena and Tarzan creeping out as quietly as possible.In perfect s
LENA'S POV What a day... I drifted through the rest of my shift like a shadow, barely present. Julia and the girls noticed. They gently pulled me aside and told me to take a break—they'd cover for me, they wouldn't say anything to the boss since she's still on maternity leave. I whispered a sh
I jerked back, pulse thudding in my ears. His hand froze mid-air, then dropped slowly, though his intense eyes stayed locked on mine. “I’m sorry,” he said, voice low. “I should have asked first. May I touch your hair?” “No! Are you even listening to what I’m saying?” His gaze moved over my
MITCH'S POVI closed the bathroom door behind me and let out a long breath, finally free from her tear-stained face and those pathetic, hopeful eyes.That went about as well as I expected.Lena really is something.Always crying. It doesn't matter if she's happy, sad, or confused. Tears are her def
I removed the lingerie and carried my heavy legs to the bathroom to take a bath before cooking something to eat.A bath will calm my nerves a little, I told myself.I turned on the bathroom light and stared at myself in the mirror. I looked horrible, just as I had expected. The makeup was ruined—bl







