housekeeper in her neatly pressed blue-and-white uniform—was not cleaning or arranging flowers. She was seated at the forbidden table, patiently feeding four identical boys, no more than four years old, dressed in worn, mismatched clothes clearly patched together over time. Their gazes followed each spoonful as if it were treasure. The meal was nothing extravagant—just simple rice tinted yellow—yet they looked at it as though it were pure gold. “Elbows down, my little ones,” Elena whispered kindly. Then, with a smile meant to reassure more than instruct, “Eat slowly. Today, everyone gets enough.” Bright yellow rubber gloves covered her hands—hands meant for scrubbing floors and sinks—but the way she held the spoon was gentle, practiced, almost motherly. Alejandro’s throat tightened. He had never seen tenderness like this in his own home. NEXT PART IN 1ST COMMENT Voir moins
THE MILLIONAIRE COMES HOME EARLY A billionaire arrived home at lunchtime three hours earlier than usual. The keys slipped from Alejandro de la Vega’s hand and clattered onto the marble floor—yet inside the mansion, no one reacted. He stood at the dining room threshold, frozen, blood running cold and hot at the same time. Five … Read more
