Calor Del Cielo: Bittersweet Taste of Your Love
She was misunderstood and unnoticed-the rebellious and bad daughter. She never cared what people thought of her, as long as she knew she wasn't stepping on anyone else's toes. They considered her a self-centered brat and a humiliation to the family, but she remained indifferent. That is, until she met Cedric Miguel Villacencio-the man who captured her heart for the first time, but unfortunately, the man is in love with her stepsister.. He showed her nothing but hate, yet she continued to love him, even hating herself for it. It reached a point where Cedric Miguel chose to believe Leanna's lies over her own words.
No matter how hard she tried to hate him, she found herself falling even deeper. As things spiraled, her life fell apart. She was misjudged, misunderstood, and mistreated, leading her to run away from home. Her feet carried her to the beautiful place of Calor Del Cielo, where she met Inigo, who gave her the strength to live and dream again.
She rose up, rediscovered herself, and learned to dream again. When she returned, she found a different Cedric Miguel, one who showed signs of interest in her. Will she give him a chance, or will she choose Inigo instead? Can she stand by her decision to love Inigo, or will she be betrayed by her own feelings and follow her heart's desire?
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Chapter 4
"Gav, I want you to meet Chelsea! She will now stay with us from now on." Dad gently pulled the woman and held her to her waist in an affectionate gesture.
Those words hit me like a punch to the gut. My eyes immediately darted to his face, desperate for an explanation. How could he be so insensitive?
Mom had only been gone two months, and I was still drowning in grief. We were supposed to be grieving together, but here he was, introducing a new partner? A wave of disappointment, anger, and annoyance is what I suddenly feel.
"D-Dad?" Defiance and uneasiness were obvious in my tone.
" I heard a lot from your dad that you are a smart and sweet kid. I think I'm gonna love you, sweetie." The woman endearingly told me.
She has a sweet voice and a beautiful white face. I had never seen such a pretty face like her, no wonder Dad chose her as a new partner.
I kept my silence for I don't know what to say. I want so badly to show my objection in their relationship, but I don't want to be disrespectful or disappoint my father. I don't even need a new Mom, no one can ever replace her.
"You're not happy?" Dad asked. Disappointment was very obvious in his voice and that made me guilty.
Did he ever loved Mom because how could he easily find a new partner in that short period of time? I was not stupid, and I was aware that my parents weren't sweet and romantically attached. They were always formal with each other, and I have never seen them fight or even had a slight argument before.
At an early age, I was not dumb to realize that my parents 'relationship was not in a good or normal condition. But to replace her in that short period of time makes me wonder if he ever cared about her? No wonder it was so easy for him to replace my mom.
"Listen, baby, I know you love your mom so much but you have to know that I can't raise you alone. You need a mom who can watch and take care of you when I'm not around." He held my shoulder then gently lifted my chin up.
"Robert, please bear with your child. We might have shocked her." The woman stated then looked at me giving me a gentle smile.
"Sweetie, I know I can never replace your mom on your heart, but I want you to know that you can treat me like your second Mom." I do understand what she was trying to point out but it's so hard to feel that way towards a woman you just met. I don't intend to disrespect her, but I just couldn't find the words to say so I kept remaining silent.
"I know you're not ready yet but I'm willing to wait until you can accept me." Looking at the woman, I could see she was a whole lot younger than Dad.
She was beautiful, tall, and has a slender body. She has pretty eyes, a Caucasian complexion, and long shiny blonde hair. She looks arrogant and hostile like the evil stepmother's you see in a Disney movie, but I can't judge her based on looks. She was a stranger so they can't expect me to like her immediately, do they?
"How about start calling me Mom? Would that be okay with you?" My eyes automatically traveled to Dad as a sign of disapproval.
"I understand. I'll just wait for the time you can call me Mom." The woman decided to say when she sensed I'm not going to answer her.
I don't intend to be rude or bad, but I am certain that will never happen. I don't want to call someone as Mom except my own Mother. Would it make me a bad girl if I refuse?
I only have one mother, and I believe she was the only one entitled I should call that term. Would it be okay if I call him Aunt? She's not my real mother anyway.
That same night, Dad went to my room and talked to me. I was about to sleep and waiting for the milk I asked to the maid when he knocked and entered my room.
It was him who was bringing my milk and I gratefully accepted and thanked him. I know why he went to my room tonight. I know his intentions. To talk to me about that woman.
I know Dad has been trying his best to be a good father, especially since my mom passed. I might be just a thirteen-year-old, but I think maturely that my usual age.
Truth is, I no longer wanted to be treated like a little girl. Life had taught me to act maturely. Losing a mom at an early age and trying to accept your stepmother without bringing trouble to your dad is an act of being mature.
I love my father, and I would never stand in the way of his happiness. I know he's going to talk to me about Chelsea and I decided to give them my approval.
Dad is a good father and a good provider. We were rich and financially well-off because my father is a hard-working businessman. Mom taught me to be always humble and be grateful for what I have. To not exploit, judge, or belittle others. I was very thankful to both of my parents, and I will never do something that can hurt their feelings.
If it's their happiness, I will never stand in their way. I may not like their decision, but I will always respect it and will not complain on it.
I took the glass of milk he gave me and silently drank it. I put the emptied glass of milk I just drank on the bedside table and thanked him in a sluggish tone.
"Are you still upset?" he asked me.
I met his eyes then shook my head as an answer. I couldn't help to stoop my head and hide my tears that is now starting to come out of my eyes. I was not upset nor mad that's he was having a new wife; I was just surprised and sulking.
He cannot just bring a woman and introduce her as my new Mom then expect me to be happy, wouldn't he? It's just two months after my mom passed. I will accept and understand that he has plans to marry again but not that too soon like this.
I never expected it to be this early. I just couldn't help to sulk and get disappointed. But as his child and because I love him, I will not to be selfish. I will not stop him from getting married again just because he wanted to be happy.
"I know you're upset. Chelsea is a good woman. I swear you'll gonna love her." Dad still tried to explain.
"I know Dad. Forgive me for acting this way. I have nothing against Chelsea but.... "
"I know, I know..." To my surprise, Dad immediately hugged me when he saw tears now streaming in my face. I just couldn't contain my feelings anymore.
"All I'm just asking is try to get to know her better. I'm not saying you should forget your mom, but you can treat her as your second mother too?" Dad pleaded. I looked at him and nodded as an approval while crying.
"She seemed to be a sweet and generous person." I tried to utter in between sobs. It's true I have nothing against her. I can try to get to know and like her.
"She was." Dad immediately replied.
"But is it okay if I'll just call her aunt? I hope that's okay with her?" I can agree with everything Dad is asking but not to his request to call Chelsea Mom. I just love my mom too much to bear to call another woman in her image.
"Y-Yeah, sure." I noticed a bit of disapproval in my father's voice, but I disregard it. I want them to respect my decision because after all, this is not easy and I'm trying my best to understand and accept the situation.
"But If you could call her mom as a sign of respect to her, don't you think it will make her happy? I mean I'm not asking you to call her Mom immediately --"
"That's all I'm asking please, Dad...."
"O-Okay..." I heard him pull a long and frustrated sigh. He decided to leave my room afterwards and bade me goodnight
That night I silently cried in the bed thinking about my mother. I missed her voice and her sweet caress. I missed everything about her. I don't wanna question life but I couldn't help but ask why she has to die?
Why there's death and why it was too painful to lose someone you deeply love? And why some people can easily move on and go on with their lives after losing a partner just like Dad. I suddenly wonder if love is that too shallow. Maybe it is.
I was under the impression that love is deeper than that. That's what my mom told me. She told me that love can endure pain, and it does not expect something in return. It is patient, selfless and willing to sacrifice. Dad might decide to go on with his life and forget her, but I will never ever do the same.
Mom will always remain in my heart and that is a promise because my love for her will never falter and will never be forgotten. That's the love I know and the love my mom taught me.
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7.7
Not only was I drugged, blinded and assaulted. I was deceived into carrying a baby by a stranger I never knew. Then he appeared and took my child away.
I was sent to a militia by the father of my child. I thought I was rescued but I was recruited to be a weapon for killing. Who was manipulating me, I didn't know. The answers were far from what I knew.
Forced to blend into the world that I could never believe I would be to, a place where brutality reigned, kill or be killed was the only language. I have survived but he has to pay for everything he did to me, because I believed every phase of my life was set by him and him alone. Have I really survived?
Who would have thought, he existed twice in the same world? Do I really know who I should take revenge on? Him or the person I would sacrifice everything for?
Was my mother the one who orchestrated everything? What kind of pawn am I?
7.9
Eileen Goff was a nobody, scrubbing diner tables to survive while her greedy family bled her dry.
On the eve of her twentieth birthday, the government's mandatory marriage algorithm matched her with a spouse.
It wasn't a plumber or a teacher. It was Harrison Butler, the ruthless, untouchable billionaire king of Butler Industries.
At the registry, Harrison's glamorous intended fiancée threw a half-million-dollar check at her.
"Take the money, get out of here, and never show your face again."
The registry supervisor even offered her a million dollars to sign a cancellation agreement, trying to erase her from the system.
At their first high-society gala, Harrison's stepmother and the fiancée locked Eileen in an empty room, plotting to humiliate her and prove she was just cheap trash.
Eileen was terrified and confused. Men like Harrison Butler didn't just accept federal matches with girls who smelled like fried onions.
But instead of abandoning her, Harrison smashed the door open, publicly banished his own family, and kissed her in front of the entire city's elite.
Why was this billionaire going to such extreme lengths to protect a complete stranger?
Then she overheard his assistant talking about a marriage clause in his grandfather's trust fund.
He didn't love her; he just needed a powerless, state-mandated wife to lock his parasitic family out of his empire.
Realizing she was a highly valuable pawn, Eileen stopped trembling, looked the billionaire in the eye, and spoke.
"I believe we can have more than just a legal relationship. We can have a business arrangement."
9.7
For three years, I played the role of a devoted, naive wife to billionaire Conrad Whitney. I hid my true identity and foolishly believed in our fairy tale.
Then he handed me a harsh divorce agreement, ordering me to sign and walk away with absolutely nothing. He was leaving me to marry Cindy, the fragile woman he claimed had saved him from a fire.
He expected me to cry and beg. Instead, he watched coldly as Cindy and her family illegally transferred my father's trust fund. When I confronted them at the hospital, Conrad shielded her, calling me a greedy, toxic viper. He mocked me, completely blind to the fact that Cindy was a fraud. He truly believed I was just a pathetic, useless housewife who would be utterly destroyed without his money and status.
I looked at the man I had actually dragged out of that burning debris with my own soot-covered hands. My trauma, my sacrifices, and my love had all been reduced to a joke by his sheer arrogance and a few fake tears from a manipulative liar.
I didn't shed a single tear. I calmly signed the papers, drugged his wine, and left a crumpled one-dollar bill on his unconscious chest with a sticky note mocking his terrible service.
Then, I picked up my encrypted phone. It was time for the world's top surgeon, Dr. Hades, to return, and for Conrad to finally see the god he had just thrown away.
7.4
For five years, Jodi was the perfect, compliant secret lover to billionaire CEO Armand Taylor.
Then, she woke up to a cold email and a seven-figure wire transfer. Armand was marrying European royalty. The money was a severance package to quietly warehouse her out of sight.
Refusing to be his dirty secret, Jodi invoked her contract's termination clause to leave for good. But Armand wouldn't let her go easily. He forced her to personally train her vicious new replacement, Selah.
Selah immediately tampered with a crucial financial file, framing Jodi for sabotaging Taylor Corp's multi-billion-dollar tech acquisition.
Without a second thought, Armand took the new girl's side. He cornered Jodi in the boardroom, his eyes dead and cold.
"You have three days to fix this. If you fail, I will personally see to it that you go to prison for corporate fraud."
He froze her bank accounts and stripped away her dignity, ready to destroy her life over a blatant lie.
He thought she was just a weak, discarded toy who would break under his threats.
What Armand didn't know was the terrifying secret Jodi had just discovered hidden at the bottom of her bathroom trash can.
Three positive pregnancy tests.
If the ruthless billionaire found out she was carrying his heir, he would never let her escape.
Wiping her tears, Jodi slipped into a severe black silk gown and crashed an exclusive Hamptons gala to intercept the tech CEO herself.
This time, she wasn't playing the obedient lover. She was going to clear her name and burn Armand's empire to the ground.
9.0
Carli followed an anonymous text to a dark garage, only to find her fiancé of seven years tangled with another woman in his Porsche.
She smashed his window, threw her engagement ring at his face, and walked away.
But the betrayal didn't stop there. Her own family sided with the cheater. Her father slapped her across the face so hard she bled, demanding she hand over her late aunt's trust fund.
"If you don't do exactly as you're told tonight, I will freeze every credit card in your name," her father roared.
Forced to attend the exclusive Gutierrez family gala, Carli watched her ex-fiancé parade his cheap mistress to humiliate her, while her stepsister tried to publicly ruin her.
Suddenly, a violent screech echoed as the massive crystal chandelier above them snapped from the ceiling.
In a split second of pure instinct, Vaughn shoved his mistress to safety and threw himself to the ground, completely abandoning Carli to be crushed.
Staring up at the plummeting glass, Carli felt the crushing reality that her entire life had been surrounded by monsters.
But the fatal impact never came.
A massive force yanked her into a hard chest, shielding her body entirely from the explosive shrapnel.
Carli opened her eyes to find Fletcher Gutierrez—the ruthless billionaire king of Wall Street and the masked stranger from her reckless one-night stand—bleeding heavily over her.
Feeling his warm blood on her hands, Carli knew the game had just changed.
8.0
Lena never expected peace to find her.
After years of surviving one hardship after another, she has learned to trust no one but herself. Quiet routines and emotional distance have become her safest form of protection. Then one night, a chance encounter with a powerful and mysterious man changes everything.
Julian is an Alpha feared by many and truly known by very few. Calm, controlled, and fiercely protective of his pack, he has spent years keeping his world stable through discipline and restraint. He has rules for a reason-and one of them is never allowing anyone close enough to become a weakness.
Especially not a human woman.
But from the moment Julian notices Lena standing alone beneath the glow of a city café, something shifts between them. Not instant love. Not fate wrapped in fantasy. Just a quiet pull neither of them can explain or ignore.
As their paths continue to cross, Lena slowly discovers the hidden world Julian comes from-a world of werewolves, pack politics, loyalty, danger, and old wounds that never fully healed. Yet beneath the strength and power surrounding him, she also finds something unexpected:
A family.
Julian's pack is not built on fear alone. It is made of people who have chosen one another through loss, sacrifice, and survival. Rath, loyal and dependable. Kael, sharp-tongued but fiercely protective. Mara, calm and insightful. And eventually, children whose laughter transforms guarded walls into a home.
For the first time in years, Lena begins to feel safe.
And for the first time in even longer, Julian begins wanting more than survival.
But peace never comes easily.
Old enemies still watch from the shadows, waiting for weakness. Rival Alphas resent Julian's growing influence, and when Lena becomes the center of Julian's world, she also becomes a target.
What begins as quiet healing soon turns into a fight to protect the life they are building together.
Through betrayal, danger, heartbreak, and recovery, Julian and Lena discover that love is not found only in dramatic moments or destiny-it is built slowly in everyday choices.
In shared mornings.
In exhausted laughter.
In children climbing into bed after nightmares.
In the people who stay when life becomes difficult.
As the pack slowly transforms from a place of survival into a true community, Lena and Julian realize they are creating something stronger than fear:
A chosen family.
The Alpha and His Chosen Family is a slow-burn werewolf romance filled with healing, found family, emotional intimacy, pack dynamics, and the quiet strength that comes after surviving chaos.
Because sometimes the greatest love story is not about finding each other-
It is about learning how to live, trust, and breathe again together.