All Chapters of Mommy, Which one is Daddy? The Luna's Comeback with Secrets: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Carina’s POVI was so tired. My head throbbed, and my body ached from the stress of the day. As I rounded up work for the day, I felt like I had run a marathon, not sat through meetings and handled paperwork. The unexpected confrontation with my stepbrothers had drained me more than I cared to admit.Their smug faces still haunted me as I packed up my things, shutting my laptop with more force than necessary. Why now? Why did they show up out of nowhere, bringing chaos into my carefully constructed life?I grabbed my bag and walked out of the office. My secretary, Lisa, stood near the door, looking concerned as usual.“Ma’am, are you okay? Do you need me to help you to the car?” she asked softly, her hands clasped nervously.Her voice grated on my already frayed nerves. I didn’t mean to snap, but the words flew out before I could stop them.“Lisa, just stop!” I barked. “I’m fine. I don’t need help. Just... just go home!”Her face fell, and guilt instantly replaced my frustration. She

CHAPTER 55Chapter55 : My Bullies, my Stepbrothers, My MatesCarina’s POV“That’s none of your business,” I snapped, crossing my arms tightly over my chest. My voice was colder than I intended, but I didn’t care. I’d had enough of them prying into my life.Miguel cocked an eyebrow, his lips curving into that infuriating smirk. “Relax, Carina. It was just a question.”“Well, don’t ask it again,” I shot back, stepping closer to the door. “You’ve overstayed your welcome. You can leave. Now.”Rodrigo raised his hands in mock surrender, his tone infuriatingly calm. “Chill, Carina. No need to bite our heads off.”“Don’t tell me to chill,” I hissed, my voice rising. “You come into my home uninvited, upset my kids, and now you’re digging into things that don’t concern you? Get out.”Rodrigo glanced at his brothers, his expression unreadable. “Let’s go,” he said finally, his voice low.Miguel didn’t move right away. Instead, he took a step closer to me, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. Be

Carina’s POVThe door opened again, and before I could react, a familiar voice filled the air.“Guess who’s taking you to school today?” Ethan’s tone was playful, his grin stretching from ear to ear.Before I could stop them, Liam and Leo abandoned their breakfast, chairs scraping loudly against the tiled floor as they bolted toward the door. Their squeals of delight echoed through the house.“Uncle Ethan!” they chorused, practically tackling him in a double hug.Ethan crouched to their level, ruffling their hair. “Missed me, huh?”“We missed you taking us to school,” Liam said, his small face lighting up with joy.Leo nodded vigorously. “Yeah! You make it fun. Dad doesn’t let us play music in the car.”Ethan’s laugh was deep and hearty. “Well, today’s gonna be different. You know why?”Liam tilted his head, his curiosity evident. “Why?”Ethan’s grin widened. “Because I brought your favorite chocolates.”Both boys gasped dramatically, their eyes lighting up as if Christmas had come ea

Carina’s POVLook where you’re going!” someone shouted, snapping me back to reality. My heart skipped a beat as I slammed the brakes, barely stopping in time. An elderly woman was crossing the road, her hand clutching a cane as she glared at me.“I’m so sorry,” I called out, rolling down the window. “Are you okay?”She waved me off, muttering something under her breath. I exhaled sharply, clutching the steering wheel with trembling hands.“Get it together, Carina,” I whispered to myself. My head was a mess—thoughts tumbling over one another, each more overwhelming than the last.Today was the day. My mother’s party. The thought of facing her after all these years made my stomach churn. Would she be angry? Hurt? Indifferent? I had no idea.The car’s navigation system chimed, pulling my attention back to the road. “Take the next right to merge onto Highway 17,” the robotic voice instructed.“Right,” I muttered, flipping on the turn signal and easing back into the flow of traffic.“Do yo

Carina’s POVThe party was actually going as planned—a little too well for my liking. I leaned against the edge of the dining table, holding a glass of sparkling wine that I’d barely sipped. The house looked almost the same as I remembered, with a few modern touches here and there—sleek light fixtures, minimalist furniture, and abstract art that screamed “new money.”I glanced toward the dining area and smiled bitterly. Memories of my mother’s constant yelling during family meals flooded back. “Elbows off the table, Carina!” she’d snap, or “Can’t you chew without making a sound?” Those memories felt like tiny pinpricks against my skin, reminders of why I’d left. I had no regrets about running away from this house. None at all.But tonight, my mother was… different. Too different. She was all smiles, her laughter ringing out above the chatter of the guests. It felt unnatural. This wasn’t the woman who used to explode at the smallest inconvenience. Was she pretending? Or was there somet