บททั้งหมดของ Mommy, I Want You To Marry Daddy!: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

SELENA I stepped into the office, closing the door behind me. The room was silent except for the sound of Pedro's footsteps as he paced back and forth. He stopped in his tracks when he sensed my presence, his eyes wide with surprise. He clearly hadn't expected me to follow him into his office. "Selena," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He ran a hand through his hair, before closing the distance between us. "Why are you avoiding me?" he asked, his eyes searching mine for an answer. His question hung in the air, and I could feel my breath catch in my throat. I knew he had been watching me throughout the meeting, but I didn't think he had noticed me avoiding his gaze. Now he was staring at me, waiting for an answer. "I'm not avoiding you," I said, the lie falling flat even to my own ears. My eyes drifted from his face to his necktie, my attention fixated on the intricate pattern. I couldn't bring myself to look him in the eye. "You might sound more convincing if you weren't

SELENAMy heart pounded in my chest as the realization of what was making Christopher act the way he had been hit me like a ton of bricks. He was losing his mind because he was in love with me and didn't want me to be with anyone else. My head ached as I thought about the past few days and all the strange behavior that now made perfect sense. Christopher's insecurity was rooted in his unrequited love for me and the fear that I might go back to Pedro. The thought of losing me to someone else was too much for him to bear. He couldn't bear the thought of me being with another man, and his erratic behavior was a symptom of his heartbreak. Mitchell's voice rang out from the phone pressed against my ear. “What do you want to do now?” he asked. I paced around my room, shaking my head and holding my throbbing head in my hand. I had no idea what to do. My thoughts were a jumbled mess, and I was having trouble putting them into words. How could I explain this situation to Mitchell? How could

SELENAThe elevator beeped as we reached the top floor, and the doors slid open to reveal a stunning rooftop terrace. The setting sun cast a golden glow over the city skyline, and the air was filled with the scent of jasmine and roses. A single table was set in the center of the terrace, candles flickering in the breeze. Christopher took my hand and led me to the table, pulling out my chair for me. As I sat down, I felt a shiver of anxiety run down my spine. Whatever was about to happen, it would be unforgettable for me, and what I was going to do would be unforgettable for him."Th—this is beautiful," I stammered, my eyes taking in the stunning view of the city skyline. "The atmosphere is incredible." I wiped my clammy hands on my dress, trying to calm my nerves. What was happening here? What did he have planned? I couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and fear, unsure of what was to come."You're right," Christopher said with a proud smile, his eyes sparkling as he gazed out

PEDROMy mind was racing, my body shaking as I drove aimlessly, heading to the only place I could think of - to the only person who could calm me down. How could my father threaten me with Mother? How could he bring her up like that, to scare me? How could he still have that file, when he promised me he had destroyed it? My thoughts whirled, my emotions threatening to overwhelm me.I pulled up to the apartment building a few minutes later, letting out a pained groan as I dropped my head onto the steering wheel. I gripped it tightly, my hands shaking. I knew I shouldn't be showing up to see Selena like this, in such a state of distress. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, but it didn't seem to be working."F*ck my life!" I cried out, hitting the steering wheel with my fist. "F*ck my stupid, f*cked up life!" I screamed, my emotions spiraling out of control. Anger was blinding me, clouding my thoughts. I felt like I was losing control, like I was about to explode."My father alw

PEDROAfter the phone call with my father the previous night, I'd been on edge around Liam. Every time I looked at him, my stomach turned over with guilt. How could I smile at a little boy I was so interested in his mother when another woman would be staying in my apartment in a matter of hours?I was so lost in my own dark thoughts that I didn't notice the tug on my sleeve. I looked down, startled to find Liam gazing up at me with his bright purple eyes. It was like looking into a mirror - his eyes were so like mine."Hm?" I croaked, my voice a little hoarse. Liam frowned, a little crease forming between his brows. I raised an eyebrow at him, wondering what was on his mind.He didn't respond, and I looked down at my hand - still gripping his hair, the dryer held tightly. Oh no, had I pulled too hard? I let go, a wave of worry sweeping over me. "Is your hair okay? Did I hurt you?" I asked, a frown tugging at my lips.Liam shook his head, and I let out a breath of relief. Maybe I hadn'