CHAPTER 682. RED PROMISE. A SignalKhloe Nikaz’s face was like a horror story, and Ainara was sure she had just struck a deep nerve. The question was legitimate—it made no sense that Khloe would be the mastermind behind all of this, especially when Ainara knew very well that Weber had grown tired of cheating on her."Don’t say a word!" the senator growled at his wife, but it was obvious she didn’t respect him enough to keep her mouth shut."And why not?" Mauro growled as he stepped closer. "My wife is right. Besides, we know June’s biological mother wasn’t the only one he cheated on you with. Why the hell do you want his daughter?""Khloe!" Weber snarled, but his wife glared at him with fury."What?! Are you ashamed to say it now?" she hissed angrily. It was clear her obsession with the girl had long surpassed any love she might have had for her husband. "Can’t you admit out loud that I can’t have children?"Mauro and Ainara exchanged a look that lasted an eternity, but they didn’t ne

CHAPTER 684. RED PROMISE. This Isn’t Over“What did you saaaaay?!” Mauro’s face was shocked as the room erupted with voices scolding Jhon.“How could you say that to him?!”“Can’t you see you might give him a heart attack, and then it really won’t work anymore?”“Don’t scare my husband like that!”Amid the scolding, Mauro let out a sigh and smiled because Ainara calling him “her husband” was the sexiest damn thing anyone had ever said to him.“Calm down, love. You just need therapy to walk properly, that’s all…” Ainara murmured, leaning in to give him a gentle kiss. Jhon patted Mauro’s shoulder.“Exactly, physical therapy. Otherwise, you’ll be making your next kids to the rhythm of ‘La Cucaracha,’” he teased. “♫♪ La cucaracha… ♫♪ One, two, three… because I’m hobbling… ♫♪”“Jhon!”“Well, well, my mission here is complete,” Jhon said with a grin. “And don’t give me grief. This kid interrupted way too many of my attempts to make babies with Chiara with his ‘Uncle, let’s go to hockey.’ So

CHAPTER 686. RED PROMISE. The End of a ChapterFor Ainara, it wasn’t good news, bad news, or any kind of news at all. She had never seen Senator Rosso’s son as her brother—not even her half-brother—and the fact that he was contacting her after the scandal had come to light was clearly no coincidence. The question remained: what were this man’s intentions?“He wants to meet,” she murmured with a sigh, and Mauro stiffened.“You can say no. You know you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he told her.“I know, but I thought… I don’t know. I think I’d rather know what I’m dealing with. If his intention is to hurt me somehow, I’d prefer to face him and figure it out sooner rather than later,” she declared.Mauro wrapped her in a powerful hug and kissed her head gently.“Alright, we’ll do it your way. Just promise me you’ll let me be there when you see him. I couldn’t stand the thought of anything happening to you—do you understand?”She nodded slowly. While Mauro returned to thei

CHAPTER 688. "AND THIS IS NOT OVERTHE BEGINNING OF A NEW STORYLoan Keller hadn’t lied. He really had half of the Champs-Élysées shut down, and it turned out to be one of the most spectacular weddings the family had ever seen. The event was especially memorable because the bride decided against wearing white. Instead, Mauro nearly drooled when he saw her walking toward him, hand in hand with their daughter, draped in that stunning, coquettish red dress—so striking, so very her.Ainara reached his side and took his hand with a sincere smile. For the first time, her heart felt at peace when she heard him repeat the words that had once made her trust someone for the first time in her life."My vows are short, baby doll, because you’re right: promises are too powerful for a speech. So, I’m just going to repeat what I told you so many years ago, and this time, I’ll keep it. I’ll love you until my last breath." Saying that, he slid a gorgeous ruby ring onto her finger. "Red, like promises,"

CHAPTER 690. IN MY NEXT LIFE. Something Worse Than an AvalancheIt wasn’t flirtation—perhaps that was the worst part. What oozed from that woman’s every pore was determination.Peter frowned as he watched her take a step back. If she wanted to seduce him, pulling away from physical contact wasn’t exactly the best strategy. But instead, the woman walked to the window and gazed at the towering snow-covered peaks that were the true stars of the Winter Games.“I know you’re one of the few people who’ve skied down Skatgan Peak,” she commented. Peter’s brow furrowed.“That was back when I was young, sexy, and reckless—once or twice,” he replied, intrigued, since not many people asked about that.“So now you’re just reckless?” she shot back, raising an arched, playful brow. Peter nearly gave her a murderous glare.“Why are you so interested in Skatgan Peak?” he snapped. “It’s far too dangerous. No competitions are allowed there because it’s too risky. No legal sport can be practiced there, a