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 5
Days had passed and I can see that Chelsea is trying to make efforts to get closer to me. I was usually polite and trying my best to hang around with her sometimes. She smiles a lot and was sweet as well. I can see he brings too much happiness to my dad so who am I to refuse her efforts to get close to me.
Though I never seen him treated my mom endearingly that way, I tried to be okay with it as I gradually begin to get the answers to all of these questions. The way he looked at her and the way his face lighting up in merriment, I can see the intense admiration and deep love reflects in it. His actions show how much she loves Chelsea, I can't help to feel sad and bitter for my mom. Sometimes I wanted him if he ever did love Mom?
I coped up with Chelsea's presence and intervention in the house. I used to somehow get along with her. She was kind and sweet but occasionally strict. I knew it is bad to compare the woman to my mom, but they have big difference in a lot of things.
Chelsea was impeccably fashionable, favoring designer labels and luxury goods. She loves expensive things like jewelry and well-known branded bags while my mom, although stylish, valued simplicity. She doesn't like spending too much on expensive stuff because simple things make her happy.
Chelsea is a bit arrogant and hostile to the servants while my mom treated the maids with generosity reason why she was loved by them. Chelsea maybe sweet and kind but only to me and Dad. I couldn't help to think sometimes if the treatment she was showing to me was true or just pretensions.
One afternoon when Dad and Chelsea came home together with a girl taller and somewhat a couple of years older than me. They arrived bringing a lot of shopping bags from an expensive brand then the maids brought them upstairs where the guest rooms are located.
"Gav, sweetheart. I want you to meet Leanna. She'll be your sister from now on." my eyes automatically flew to the girl the moment I heard what my dad said.
The girl is skinny and has a fair complexion that matches her height. She has round blue eyes and a curly blonde hair like Goldie Lock's. I met her curious eyes, a wide smile automatically plastered on her naturally pink lips.
"She was Chelsea's daughter, and she will now live with us. She will be going to occupy the room next to yours from now on." Dad gave me a worried look as if he was thinking I wouldn't like her. I responded a warm smile giving him assurance that It's okay with me.
A new sister? I think that's awesome!!!
"I want you to remember darling that you will always gonna be our baby so don't you ever think that we will love you less, now that Leanna was here okay?" Chelsea emotionally stated then caresses my hair.
I couldn't understand but Chelsea's reaction seemed.... unreal. I suddenly felt irritated on that remark. Did she think of me that way? A selfish girl who wanted all the attention? That I wouldn't understand the situation and get upset because I want all their attention to be mine? Well, my stepmother must have thought the worst of me, I guess.
"Leanna was 2 years older than you and I want you to treat her as your big sister." Dad explained then gently turned to Leanna.
" And I want you to treat me as your dad like how Gav treats your mom as hers. We are now family, so I want you to get along and treat each other like sisters, understand girls?"
"Yes, Daddy!" The girl excitedly replied
Seeing her excitement, I felt a surge of happiness too. I was so lost for words and overwhelmed by too much joy. As an only child, I'd always longed for a sibling. Specifically, a little sister or brother, but a big sister wasn't so bad after all. I'd welcome Leanna with open arms.
"You must be Gavriella. Oh my! You look so pretty. I'll be your big sis from now on. Are you cool with that?" the girl sweetly stated that warmed my heart.
"Nice to meet you," I came closer to her and gently hugged her as a welcome.
"Thank you, sweetheart " Dad said, his voice filled with relief and gratitude.
As days go by, Leanna and I got along with each other. We used to bathe in the tub and swim in the pool together. Leanna was chic and very conscious of herself while I on the other hand likes sports especially playing badminton and volleyball.
I love watching sports channels while she preferred to watch drama movies and fantasy series. She loved make-up and hair styling, and I often helped her fix her hair. Although it seems like we were different poles, we manage to still to get along with each other despite those differences.
Well, that's what I thought on my part. There are times I wanted to do some things and Leanna was not interested, I notices she gratifies my will just to make me happy. She's nice and I'm glad for having a stepsister like her. I just hoped she never change in the future.
* * *
It was a weekend when the family decided to go camping. We hiked up a steep part of the mountain and set up our tents. The view from there was amazing. I had fun skipping stones in a creek and even rode a canoe across a lake.
Dad said the view from the other side was even more spectacular and that's where we should set up our tent. Camping for the first time was fun, I never thought that I will really enjoy it.
After setting up the tent, we started a water balloon fight. Chelsea and Leanna joined us, so it became more fun. We end up bathing at the lake then played volleyball in the water until noontime.
At night we had barbeque and s'mores for dinner. It was a fun experience, and I realized dad might be right that having Chelsea and Leanna in our family will somehow help us to cope up for the loss of my mom.
I requested to share the tent with Leanna and Dad immediately obliged as if he was happy, we are getting along with each other. I planned to have chit chats with her until we fell asleep because it was nice and really fun to be with.
"It's fun camping right?" I asked her while we prepare our sleeping cot.
"No, sorry. I don't like camping. To tell you honestly, I don't really enjoy this activity." she confessed, her voice flat. I wonder why because she seems happy a while ago when Dad and Chelsea were around.
"It's my first time camping and I like it." I managed to reply.
"Seriously? You've never been camping before, not even on a school trip?" I'm not sure but I felt hint of sarcasm edged her tone.
"Mom needed me," I explained. "With her illness, I couldn't leave her." Leanna fell silent, her gaze distant.
"What are you thinking?" I bother to ask her.
"Nothing." She mumbled, shrugging.
"Why do you hate camping? This is fun for me?"
"I don't like sleeping in a cot. Who knows some insects will bite us here? And I hate the idea of sleeping in a grassland or soil area," she grumbled as her face shows irritation.
My brow furrowed. That is not what it looked like to me when the adults were around. Wait, is she somewhat pretending that she was having fun just not to disappoint them?
Then I realized that there are a lot of times that she gratifies my will and favored me in so many ways. I am also aware that she always wanted to please me, and I appreciate it. I know even real sisters have different preferences so that's completely okay with me.
I wanted us to be comfortable with each other and I will never hold a grudge on her if she ever disappoints or unintentionally hurt my feelings by her choice of words. Thats what sisters should be, respecting each other's decisions and accepting whatever each other's likes and dislikes.
"So, you don't enjoy hiking or camping?" I asked.
"It's tiring hiking on a mountain. I don't like walking on muddy ground and getting my feet dirty. I'm sorry but I don't enjoy such activity. I hope I didn't disappoint you for not liking what you like," she said with an obviously worried look on her face.
"Oh no, that's okay. " I reassured her.
"You prefer a beach vacation on a weekend, right?"
"Yeah, I like sunbathing, wearing a bikini instead of this camping attire. I would love to a more convenient, classy, and comfy resort than bring a heavy backpack, walk on steep ground, and camp in a steep mountain."
"I love the beach too." Of course, who doesn't love the beach? I love snorkeling, to try to ride a jet ski, build sandcastles, and even try surfing and scuba diving too.
"See what I mean?"
"The view of sunset on the beach is what I love but the view of a sunrise in a mountain was amazing too." I added.
I noticed her wince as if she wasn't interested in what I just said. What I was trying to let her know is I was up to the beautiful view not about the comfort and luxury of the place will give me. That I was up with the fun activities not to enjoy the luxury amenities of a resort for whims and caprices.
But of course, I would not dare tell her that, it will disappoint her for sure, so I just managed to be silent. I noticed she wants to sleep and chose not to continue our conversation anymore. I then decided not to push it through. As she settled down to sleep, I closed my eyes, too.
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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.