Felipe’s voice rang out firmly, making them both turn around.Laura took a deep breath, wiping every trace of emotion from her face. When she answered, her posture was upright and a half-smirk curved her lips—the one that only appeared when she was hurt.“Nothing, Dad,” she said with a calmness that contradicted everything. “Edgar was just leaving.”She looked at Edgar as she said it, a silent provocation loaded with pride and pain.Felipe approached and extended his hand to Edgar, serious yet cordial.“The dead do rise eventually,” he said. “Edgar, how have you been?”Edgar shook the older man’s hand respectfully.“Very well, Mr. Felipe.”Felipe kept his eyes fixed on him, taking in every detail.“So the fighting between you two never ended, even as adults, apparently,” he commented with a hint of irony. “But tell me, Edgar... how are you really? Did you manage to graduate?”Edgar straightened his posture.“Yes, sir. I’m a cardiologist.”Felipe’s face broke into a rare smile, genuine

Olívia grabbed the lingerie, changed clothes, and headed to her sister-in-law’s room. She stopped in front of the door and knocked twice softly.“Laura?” she called. “Can I come in?”“Of course you can, sis!” Laura answered. “You’ll always be welcome here.”“Now get in here already... and tell me how my nephew’s doing.”Smiling, Olívia opened the door.“Very happy,” she said, instinctively resting a hand over her belly.Laura raised an eyebrow mischievously.“And what’s with those glowing eyes, huh?” she teased. “You look like someone who spent the entire night having sex.”Olívia laughed, blushing.“The morning too...”“Oh, you shameless thing!” Laura slapped the bed lightly, motioning for her to sit. “Come here and tell me everything!”Olívia walked toward the bed but stopped when she noticed an open notebook beside the pillows.“What’s this?”Laura casually pulled it closer to herself.“My diary,” she said with a shrug. “It might sound childish, but it’s where I can actually expres

Liam let out a short laugh, almost disbelieving at her boldness, but the darkening of his eyes revealed exactly how much she was setting him on fire. The jet continued smoothly through the sky, yet inside that luxurious cabin, nothing was steady. Everything between them vibrated with tension.“You’re impossible...” he murmured, his voice deep, almost a growl. “And I’m loving every second of it.”Olívia was completely out of control. Her body burned. Her heart pounded in places it shouldn’t. Nothing inside her was calm. Nothing wanted to wait.Every second intensified the overwhelming need to feel him, to have him, to be consumed by him. And even though she tried to keep her voice down, remembering they were on a plane, the adrenaline of experiencing “the first time for everything” made every fiber of her body pulse.Liam gripped her waist, guiding her with that firmness capable of destroying any resistance. The desire between them spread like fire meeting wind.“You’re too damn gorgeo

Liam gave her a crooked smile, small but so genuine it unraveled something inside her.“Don’t be,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over her lower lip. “You know why?”She tilted her head slightly, as if bracing herself.“Why?”“Because with you, I make love,” he said, staring directly into her eyes. “It’s not just sex.” His thumb glided slowly across her lips again. “And that changes everything.”Her eyes filled with tears once more, but this time there was something warm in them. Almost luminous.“With you...” he continued, his voice low and genuinely rough, “I feel things I’ve never felt before.” His fingertips traced along her jaw, up to her ear. “You’re perfect. Your body is perfect.” He pulled her a little closer by the waist. “And every day I want you more. Only you. You’re breathtaking, and you go far beyond a beautiful face and body. You make love while smiling and crying at the same time, and that drives me insane. It turns me on so damn much.”Olívia bit her lower lip, her c

Ísis took longer in the shower than expected. Alex was in the kitchen, absently working a skillet, when he heard soft footsteps in the hallway.First came Duck, trotting excitedly.Then her.And when Ísis appeared in the doorway… Alex stopped.Literally.As if time stretched for a second and everything around him went silent.She was wearing one of his white shirts, long enough to be indecent in exactly the right way. Her thick legs, still damp from the shower, her warm skin fresh from the steam, made the air even hotter than it already was.Ísis froze when she noticed him staring.And he didn’t look away.Didn’t even try.His gaze traced the line of her collarbone, then the curve of her neck, then the fabric molding a silhouette that shouldn’t have been molding anything at all—but absolutely was.And very well.She felt his gaze like a physical touch against her skin. Her breathing faltered slightly.“It’s… way too big,” Ísis commented, tugging at the hem of the shirt as if that som