*Ella* I walked closer to the kitchen, once again I looked back at Louis who nodded his head and smiled, then looked at his two thumbs. I didn't expect that he would want to bring me together with Keaton. Does this restaurant belong to him? Good grief! Why did I forget that this restaurant might be owned by his wife's family? I once got information from the detective I hired. The man didn't say exactly what restaurant but it was in Paris. I was shocked when I looked forward, my eyes intertwined with the eyes of the woman who had been making out with Keaton. "What do you need, ma'am, can I help you?" the woman asked kindly. I'm confused about whether she is his ex-wife. I smiled then bit my lips inward, nervous and unsure. "Hm, is he Keaton, I want to talk to him for a moment, is that okay?" I said, glancing at Keaton who went inside and came back holding something and talking to the chef seriously. "You know my husband?" asked this woman, examining my face. How do I explain this?
*KEATON* I deliberately told Alexa to stand guard at the front while I went into the kitchen. That man must have forced Ella to meet me and I have decided that our relationship is over. There is nothing more to talk about and nothing to regret. The important thing is that my daughter is healthy and lives quietly, I can see her occasionally. "Do you remember her?" Alexa asked when Ella was half running to get away. Ella's afraid to stay with me for long, which means she's guarding the feelings of her husband who keeps watching her from afar. I know exactly what that guy is talking about. Ella must be afraid that if she wants to run away with me her child will never see her again. A cunning man who can use any means, and has complete power, I have no match. "What's her name?" I asked pretending not to know. I also didn't hear their conversation completely. I only heard Keatra Delloui Jackwell, that must be my daughter's name. "Ella, Radella do you remember?" "Radella Floweri
*Louis* After she met with the chef, Ella changed a little behavior... even though she chose me. I don't know what's on her mind, I won't force her to talk either. Our focus now is only about taking care of our children. I will abolish the tradition of arranged marriages because I don't want my story to happen to them again. "This is for you and this is for me." I heard a little boy's voice from behind the kitchen table. I peeked under the table leg. Gree and Keaty were sitting together eating ginger biscuits. They ate while laughing. If Ella saw these two, she would panic. Is this what is weighing on her mind? "Keaty, darling," Ella shouted for this beautiful daughter. Her face was very similar to the girl, her eyes were also bright blue. She's the perfect clone in my opinion. "Stts, just be quiet, mommy won't know we're here," I cleared my throat and Gree's voice immediately stopped talking. I sat while eating fruit. Ella came with a panicked face and asked, "Have you
*Keaton* "How long will you be in London?" "Not long, maybe 2 or 3 days. If you're tired, don't go to the restaurant for too long, okay darling, I'll go first, take care of yourself and the children." Alexa hugged me tightly before I got into the taxi. She must be afraid if I go to London to meet Ella. She also asked, has my memory recovered? She was always alert about that. I just reasoned that Kyle asked for my help to handle several Chinese dishes for a special event he was handling. This is true and I also use it for my interests. I went to London to meet the man and make a deal with him. I was furious because no one could get a photo of my child, it was too much. He restricted anyone from approaching and my daughter's face was always protected because it was hot from the sun. He doesn't think that I gave up and didn't try to get Ella and then he also blocked all access to my daughter. My daughter's Photos are all I want, if they are in the outdoors, would that be even more
*RADELLA* "Mom, why don't we cook in the kitchen without a chef? As the teacher said, we can be creative." Her little mouth always protested when the waiters served food on the table. Keaty is always enthusiastic when she sees cooking shows on television. She wanted to practice it in the kitchen but Louis didn't allow her to play in the kitchen, citing danger. I also didn't allow it, because it would open up opportunities for her talents to be like those of her biological father. It is indeed difficult to deal with a human's genes. I can only limit her interest and change the flow. "Because we always have a lot of events and cooking requires a lot of preparation. We have to clean the kitchen afterward, it's a hassle, dear," I said and she still interrupted, "Not really, the chefs on television show how they work cleanly. All the dirt has to go into plastic waste, so everything doesn't get messy." "Yes, yes, yes, they are professionals and now it's time for you to sleep. Go
*Louis* As time goes by she gets better at teasing me. I don't know what she was watching that made her determined to wear clothes like this. Rubbing her unfading red lips on my finger, it's safe. I don't like it when the coloring leaves a taste on my tongue. She wanted to hold my cock straight and tight but I covered it with both hands. "Why? You don't want to be pampered in other ways?" The look in her blue eyes was half disappointed. What she wants to do for me I always think that she also did the same thing with her boyfriend last time. I don't want to be compared. I have my way and what I have never done with other couples is a normal relationship. "You know, if I don't like being toyed with, you would be wrong to tease me like this Madam. Because you are now braver, you must feel what I like, wait a moment," I took out my toys that I hadn't used for a long time. All this time I tried to have normal sex with her. People like her usually tend to want classic romance and van
*RADELLA* "Keatra's development of interest tends to be in doing things, in contrast to her other siblings, she is unique and develops quickly. We can directly channel her talents into knowing how to use all the cooking utensils for her—" I was standing with a woman who was a teacher at this school. She explains everything related to cooking. Keaty is very active when asked to cook. And she suggested that I give special cooking lessons for children her age. "No, I want her to be a doctor, not a chef. Thank you," I said and she looked confused by the slightly matter-of-fact words as to why she should refuse. I can't imagine if my daughter went to cooking school with her brother, Keaton's son. Even though they don't live in the same country if their education was abroad, they could have met. "Sometimes, we can't control what talents are hidden within them, Madam. If we ignore them, they won't develop and tend not to stand out. If supported, they can improve and become expe
*KEATON* Kyle's big event was a success and everyone liked the menu I served. Some ask me to be a chef at their hotel and some want to make me a private chef at their home. "Sorry, my brother already has a restaurant in Paris, he can't." "I'll pay double what the best chef here pays" "I can't Madam, sorry." I just smiled from behind the door hearing Kyle busy refusing the requests of all the guests present. Not long afterward he came in and sat in front of me. "Someone asked, are you single?" "You have to say that I already have 4 children." "Yes chef, 3 are with you and one belongs to someone else, you are just sowing the seeds," he replied. Damn! I punched his arm hard. Kyle is still so sensitive, that he refuses to help me anymore. I was forced to ask the oldest brother to do it, namely Dimitri. He is also actually lazy because dealing with nobles is always not easy and is often not considered. I only asked him once and that man, did he relax his policy? Dimitri's c
*RADELLA* In the morning. "You cheap woman!" I woke up and sat up straight away when Keaty shouted at me like that in my dream. I turned my head and saw Louis still sleeping by my side. Rubbing my face I got out of bed. Wearing a silk kimono. Take a glass of drinking water and sip it slowly. Open the balcony door and close it again. The sky was still dark and looked beautiful because of the stars shining on it. My life, which used to feel dark, is now bright because of Louis' love. But it wasn't easy, I had to go through a lot. Love that shouldn't be. A relationship that was initially forced becomes something that is addictive and difficult to forget but must be left behind. And finally what? I'm to blame, me. I was the one who tried to save my child but I was the one who was hated. I tried to protect my child but I was also hated. I am the one who cannot escape the situation. I am also the one who is hated, insulted, and humiliated without thinking, what if they were me? I'
RADELLA When we got home, the guard at the gate told us that two men had come to visit our house while we were still in China. They even asked on the phone back if we were home. I looked at the CCTV footage and recognized that it was Keaton's brothers. “Let me make the call,” I said. Before I looked for them, it turned out they were looking for us first, what a coincidence. I can no longer maintain my ego to continue seeking help from other people. Keaty also wants to get to know them and it's time for them to meet for the first time. "Hello, good afternoon, I'm Radella, Chef," "Good afternoon, Madam Radella. I, Kyle. Thank you for contacting me. I would like to ask permission to deliver Keaton's last letter to Keatra. If you don't allow us to meet Keatra, then we just want to leave the letter and please, this time receive Keaton's last message in that letter." "Yes, come with Chef Dimitri, Keatra wants to get to know you," "She already knows. We'll be there in about two h
*RADELLA*I looked at Louis who was also surprised to see her climbing the stairs quickly without paying attention to us. She never like this. My feet stepped back up the stairs after her. I can't guess what happened. Does she already know who she is and is angry with me for not telling her the truth or something else because she was taken by force?I have to think positively. She came into the room and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at me who was slowly approaching her. "What's wrong, honey? You're angry with us," I said, and her gaze sharpened. I sat next to her and her head turned to look at me. "Can I ask, Mom?" I gulped saliva; suddenly, my heart started beating fast. I'm afraid what he's asking is very difficult for me to reveal. "Yes, darling, say everything you want to ask." "Who am I? Whose child am I?" Finally, the words came out of her tiny lips. I can't say this truth. Oh my God! I was shaken, my brain couldn't think, let alone explain everything. Her eyes pierce
*RADELLA* It's been 8 days, I've been waiting with uncertainty. How many times have I begged Louis to let me talk to Keaty on the phone to relieve my longing? but he always said that the telecommunications signal was disrupted and difficult to contact. What mother wouldn't be worried if she heard that her daughter was in the middle of a war that could result in lives being lost? Even though she was in a refugee barracks which was heavily guarded by fully armed soldiers. Misfortune can happen if the enemy is too bold to act worse than they think. "Today, she will go home, but she will arrive tomorrow afternoon. Are you still worried?" Louis cupped my face with both hands. His eyes searched straight into mine. Eye bags that look sunken and black indicate I'm not getting enough rest. I couldn't sleep well; every hour, I woke up and fell asleep again 15 minutes later. It always repeats itself every day and sometimes I don't want to sleep anymore. I feel like I'm not okay. I was wor
RADELLA "Louis!" I rushed into the room. Luckily, it was quiet; there were no people. He was surprised to see me, then stood up and approached me, who was having difficulty speaking. "Why honey, what happened?" I was confused, looking at him, who was also worried about watching me and holding my arms, so I stopped moving and focused on standing in front of him. "Keaty, I... I just met Keaton's older brother. He told Keaton about an inherited disease from his grandmother, and, I, I—" "Calm down honey," He grabbed me and took me to the sofa. "How can I calm down, Louis? I want to check on her. I want to see her now. I want her to come home quickly. Please, tell your bodyguards to take her home tomorrow." "It will tire her out, Ella, the journey there is quite tiring. The air time is long. I will send our plane when they get home. Everything will be fine. We have to be sure that she is healthy, okay." I hugged him, crying in his arms, "I can't imagine that happening to her. L
*RADELLA*Today my schedule is a visit to a foundation that accommodates children with cancer. Donations in the form of food, fruit, vegetables, and medical equipment, as well as the medicines they need. I and several people who are administrators of charity activities mingled with them.Small children aged 5 to 8 years have also been diagnosed with cancer. I try to get them to recover. Their future is still long and their body's strength can still develop, supported by healthy food and proper and appropriate medication management. To liven up the atmosphere so it wasn't stiff, we sang together and after that had lunch together. "Lunch is ready?" "Yes, Madam," answered my assistant who is always by my side when there are outside activities like this. Her job was just to coordinate what I needed. "Radella, come here, let's take a photo—" Mrs. Georgia, the wife of a minister called me and asked me to selfie together. These administrators are not just ordinary women. The wives of off
*Louis*Arranged marriage in my family is inevitable. Gree has been the strongest candidate in my family from the start. My mother liked him and hoped for him to get a wife with a girl of noble birth who was equal to us. For the sake of preserving good and pure noble descendants. Luckily Gree purely has my blood because I would be considered a fraud if it turned out that Gree wasn't my real son. "Keaty doesn't need to take military education, right? I don't think she's strong," said Ella. I understand that too and I won't force it. The one I have to force is Louisa. That girl must get the best education. She is very capable of tarnishing my good name. "No honey, don't worry. Do you want to take a shower with me?" I answered. Seeing her so confused face, I knew what she was thinking. After being busy arranging Gree's matchmaking, she was busy again thinking about how Chef's son didn't meet her daughter. What if she knew that the man was also in Africa, as a commander on a secret mis
Radella "Mom, Louis, and I have agreed to give our sons the freedom to choose wives according to their wishes. Based on our experience, arranged marriages are difficult and it's a pity for the women who are arranged marriages if they don't love them," I reasoned. My Mother-in-law's face was still firm and did not soften. "You feel all that, Ella, and love needs a process. You two can be happy now, right? Greeshawn has strong charisma; in the future, he will be Louis' successor. If you want to give that freedom, please just go to Marshawn." Gosh, why did she choose it? We have the right to provide the best for our children. My sister-in-law smiled and held my hand. "Gree has to get the best girl. Mommy probably already has a candidate," She said and my mother-in-law immediately answered, "Yes, a Princess from Spain, Tatiana Esperanza. She is still 18 years old and I want to introduce them later after the girl is declared unfit for Gree." Gosh, what can I say to Crystal, poor her?
Radella There was a fear that gnawed at my soul. Guilt for selfishness that persists until now. This was a terrible blow that hit the deepest recesses of my soul. What did he do wrong to me, nothing, no. I was in the wrong but he was the one who received the scars of all this until the end of his life. Goodbye, Keaton, rest and peace in there, I'm sorry. *** "You ready?" I took Keaty to the airport, Louis didn't have time because there was an internal company meeting that couldn't be postponed. The 10 best bodyguards are ready in front of the house and will come with her. Keaty sighed when she saw the burly men lined up neatly in front of her. They each introduced themselves. After finishing, Keaty got into the car with me first. "I'm like a prisoner, Mom," She said, looking at the bodyguards through the car window. They wore white T-shirts, jeans, and black glasses. It looks inconspicuous if it's just one or two people, but if they walk together behind Keaty then they will