💮͓̽His Mistress💮

The Prodigal Son.

💎Angel💎

"This will look lovely on you," Raul said, holding up a pink floral shirt dress.

I eyed it with mild contemplation.

"Alright," I agreed, too tired to look for anything else.

Once I was dressed, I stood in front of the mirror and couldn't deny how good it looked on me.

I let my curls down, added a touch of gloss to my lips, and headed out of the closet. I made sure to fill Astra's bowls with fresh water and food before slipping on a pair of white sandals.

Raul and I walked downstairs together.

"Auntie!" Nikki screamed and ran into my arms.

I smiled and scooped her up, peppering kisses on her neck, making her giggle uncontrollably.

"How's my favorite girl?" I asked.

She flashed a toothy grin. "I had fun today, Auntie, but I wanted to play with you. Where were you?" Her pout was impossibly cute.

"I'm sorry, baby girl. I had something important to do, but I promise we'll play next time, okay?" She nodded, her smile returning.

"Angel!" Mia rushed over, pulling me into a warm hug.

"I'm so happy for you—congratulations! Finally, I'm going to have a niece or nephew to spoil rotten," she gushed.

I laughed, thanking her.

"So, angel," Joana teased, turning to Raul with a sly grin, "how did it happen? You strike me as the freaky type. Was the pregnancy a result of one of your...."

"You brat," Raul growled, tugging her ear.

"Ow! That hurt! Let go, caveman!" she cried, clinging to his waist, but he didn't budge.

"Don't mind her," Mia chimed in. "She's always like this. She did worse when I was pregnant," she added, straightening up. "Better prepare yourself for her teases."

I chuckled, already fond of Joanna's chaos.

We made our way outside. The backyard was already filling up, and the decoration was simple yet elegant—something Jazira would definitely love.

"Angel," Raul whispered beside me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Stay close, alright?"

I nodded, and he laced his fingers with mine.

We mingled, chatting lightly with the others, until the blare of honking and flashing headlights shattered the calm.

The obnoxious display dragged on, earning groans and murmurs from the guests.

There were only two people I knew who could pull something like that—Bianco or Luca.

"That jerk..." Raul muttered under his breath, already knowing this ridiculous stunt was done just to rile people up.

The car door flung open, and Bianco stepped out with his signature smug grin.

"Hello, people!" he announced grandly. "I'm Bianco Montez, and with me is the queen of the night—my newly wedded wife, Mrs. Jasira Montez D'Amano!"

"Fucking idiot," Raul hissed, rising to his feet, clearly ready to pounce.

I grabbed his wrist. "Please... spare him," I said softly.

With a clenched jaw, he sat back down, though still visibly annoyed. As if sensing it, Bianco glanced over his shoulder and winked at him, which only deepened Raul's scowl.