บททั้งหมดของ Warm My Bed, Little Pumpkin!: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

THE air was thick with tension as Oswald and his men lay in wait, hidden among the trees and shadows of the secluded location where Orlanda had arranged to meet Carlson. The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows that danced across the ground, a stark contrast to the urgency pulsing through the group. Oswald, dressed in dark tactical gear, signaled to his men to remain silent as they prepared for the confrontation. He glanced at Dwayne, who stood to his right, his expression serious yet eager. "Remember, we are not just capturing Carlson; we are putting an end to his schemes once and for all," Oswald instructed, his voice steady and commanding."Understood, boss," Dwayne replied, adjusting the grip on his weapon.The plan was simple: they would arrive early, before Carlson's men could set their trap. Oswald had a rough idea of where they would come from, and he had positioned his men strategically, each at vantage points that would allow for maximum surprise. Time ticked away

OSWALD strode into his mansion, the air of nonchalance that usually surrounded him firmly in place. The towering walls of his home provided little comfort from the constant threats looming over him, but he had long since learned to wear an aura of indifference. Behind him, the door shut with a soft click, sealing the world outside, for now.Nathan appeared almost immediately, as if he had been waiting for his arrival. His face was tense, betraying none of the calm that Oswald often demanded from his staff. Even though Nathan had been with him for years, serving as his trusted right hand, he still couldn't hide the growing concern in his eyes."Boss," Nathan began, his voice low and urgent. "There has been another threat."Oswald barely blinked, moving to relax into the comfy couch. "Again?" he asked, the boredom in his tone almost palpable. He didn't even bother turning to face Nathan."Yes, boss. This time..." Nathan hesitated, as if weighing his next words carefully. "This time, it

THE shock on her face was so evident. Her face quickly turned white, more pale than he had ever seen."Why? Don't look so shocked," he said, a dark amusement dancing in his eyes. "You have been given a place here, and I intend to make the most of it."Orlanda felt a rush of anger, confusion, and fear as she wrapped her arms around her body."This isn't right, Oswald! You can't just-""Can't I?" He interrupted, a smirk playing on his lips, "you will find soon that I can do whatever I want. You are in my world now, and the rules are mine to set."The reality of her circumstances enveloped her like a heavy shroud. What had begun as an unsettling evening had now spiraled into something far more dangerous and unyielding than she thought."Is this how you were taught to punish people for their mistakes?" She asked, her voice breaking, "it is better to throw me in prison than... than all these drama," she cried.He laughed."When you were betraying me Orlanda, I didn't tell you how you chose

THE shrill sound of the alarm clock pierced the early morning silence, jolting Oswald awake. His eyes flickered open, his mind instantly alert. Without a second thought, he threw off the duvet and swung his legs out of bed, feeling the chill of the room against his skin. He didn't bother with a robe or slippers. There was only one thing on his mind.The room where he had kept his new property.He first of, put on the lights and the room got illuminated, then he headed straight for Orlanda.He got to the door and unlocked it with deliberate care and slowly pushed it open. The darkness inside greeted him; there were no windows in this room, and so no hint of the morning light. Well, he had ensured that. The lights had been turned off the night before by him, leaving her in isolation. Oswald reached for the light switch, flooding the room with a harsh glow. His eyes immediately fell on Orlanda, seated on the single chair in the corner. Her head rested limply against the headrest, her bod

LADY Frances sat in the passenger seat, her face pale and drawn, her mind no longer replaying everything Oswald had told her the night before, but now replaying the occurrence that had just taken place at The House. The car rumbled quietly as they made their way to Oswald's mansion. The weight of Carlson's betrayal gnawed at her, leaving her unsettled. She knew what Carlson had done, but it still didn't feel real. The lengths he went to undermine Oswald left her speechless."So, it was true. How could Carlson have done something like this?" Frances muttered, more to herself than to Lord Dino. "Oswald was right all along... and I didn't want to believe him."Lord Dino, his expression hard, remained focused on the road ahead. His jaw tightened at her words. He, too, was struggling to come to terms with everything. The image of Carlson, his stepson, being involved in something so deceitful left him angry and ashamed. But it was even more painful knowing they had ignored Oswald's suspicio