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 6
"Hey, Gav! I asked a maid to make us some snacks at the pool. Come on and let's swim." Watching the most awaited volleyball match that is being aired live in the TV, Leanna found me in my room.
"I'm watching my favorite volleyball match." I replied without taking my eyes off the television. As much I wanted to gratify her, I can't miss every detail of the game. I was so agitated for my favorite team to win.
"Stop watching that boring volleyball match. Come on, it's more fun swimming." I gigle when she pulled my hand trying to distract me.
"I can't miss this. I've been waiting for this to be aired,you know."
"But I want you to accompany me. It's boring swimming alone." She replied in a bratty way.
"Okay, I'll accompany you after this." I tried to assure her.
"No! I want it now Gav!"
Sometimes, Leanna had this habit of being persistent and imperious. I also noticed that she's a bit bad-tempered if she couldn't get what she wants.
"No, Leanna." I declared with finality.
Looking irritated, she stomped her foot in outrage and settled in her bed. I sighed out of patience. The more I get to know her these passing days, the more I seemed to dislike her childish attitude. She was older than me, why couldn't she act maturely like her age?
"Go on and swim. I'll go down and accompany you later." To my surprise, she suddenly stole the remote control out of my hand then switch the channel of the television.
"Hey! I'm watching, Leanna!" I irritatingly snapped back almost losing my patience.
"If you don't wanna accompany me in the pool then I want to watch my favorite show with you."
"Why can't you watch in your room? I'm watching my favorite match, Leanna!" Out of impatience, I tried to get the remote control back from her but she teasingly extended her hand off me and moved away.
"I want here in your room. Come on, you'll love this show and it will surely make you forget that boring volleyball match you wanna watch."
As much as I wanted to convince myself to tolerate her, truth is I can't help to get pissed and start to lose my patience. I never had a sister and I don't know how to handle this kind of situation.
Though she was so annoying and her bossiness and stubbornness were really starting to push my buttons, I knew I needed to tolerate her to avoid the conflict between us. Even though I was dying to watch the game, I caved and let her pick the show.
* * *
"I brought you some snacks, girls!" Chelsea announced bringing a tray of sandwiches and sliced fruits together with glasses of lemonades.
Leanna and I are currently at the pool and decided to swim this morning. We immediately went out of the pool and walked towards Chelsea's place after she called us.
"That looks delicious! Thanks, Aunt Chelsea!" I happily stated. I couldn't understand but I felt Chelsea suddenly got stunned and turned to me. I was not sure but it seemed like I saw a tinge of irritation in her eyes.
"Why are you calling her Aunt, Gav? It's supposed to be Mom now, right?" Leanna corrected.
"Yes, darling. Leanna's right. Drop the Aunt and start calling me Mom, okay?"
I thought I already clarified this matter to my Dad? Did he not explain to Chelsea that as a respect to image of my mom, I chose to call her Aunt because my real mother is the only one I wanna call Mom.
I thought Chelsea agreed to that? I chose to remain silent and gave her a short smile. I don't know how to construct words that would not offend her.
I could sense she was waiting for my answer but I suddenly lose the courage to explain. I was afraid I might offend her with my choice of words. I was afraid that she might not like what I might say, or worse it might hurt her feelings.
To my frustration, the very thing I was avoiding to occur is what had just happened. Aunt Chelsea, suddenly walked away looking so upset.
"I think you upset my Mom," Leanna said giving me an accusing stare.
"I didn't mean to upset her and -- "
"Call her Mom like how I call your father as Dad." She said in an authoritative tone. The way Leanna raised a tone on me, kinda pissed me off.
"Dad and I talked about this matter. He understood my reasons and we've agreed that I shall call Chelsea' as Aunt and it doesn't mean if I call her that then I don't treat her as my second Mom because I do, Leanna. It's just that I only wanted my real mother to call as Mom because she is my real and biological mother. " I explained.
"What! You're preposterous Gav! Don't you know it insults and hurts my mother whenever you call her Aunt? You should have some respect in your bones--
"What are you talking about? I do respect her!" I angrily retorted.
"Whatever!" To my surprise, Leanna drastically put down her sandwich in outrage then walked out and left.
That night Dad talked to me about the same issue. He told me that he never mentioned to Chelsea about our agreement because it will hurt his wife. He even asked me to just call her Mom to please her which I opposed, of course.
And no matter how my father tried to convinced me to oblige the will of my stepmother to call her Mom, I never agreed to it. This could be at least the best gift I could ever give to my beloved mother. They might have thought I was being childish, preposterous, and self-centered but then I do not care. That's how much I love my Mom and by that means, I know I will gratify her.
After that event, Leanna had been ignoring me for a week. Every time I tried to talk to her or tries to make a conversation, she will just nods and shakes her head as an answer.
There are some times that it seems she was trying to piss me like accidentally bumping me, borrowing things or gadget from me then bring it back broken or damaged. There was also a time when the tire of my bicycle got flat and one of the maids told me that they have seen Leanna intentionally flatted my bicycle's tire.
Sarah was one of our long-time maid and according to my Mom, she had been serving our family even before she was born so I knew the woman will never lie to me. I never confronted Leanna about this because I don't want to have another conflict with her. I decided to tolerate these acts because I know she was upset about what I did to her Mom.
God knows I tried tolerating all these things but there is always a time when it feels like she really wants to push me through my limits just like now. She wore my favorite dress that my mother gave to me before she passed and she didn't even bother to ask for my permission to use it.
"Why are you wearing that dress?" I confronted her.
"Are you mad at me because I wore this dress?" She sarcastically retorted.
"I don't remember you asking permission to borrow that dress of mine. That's my favorite and I seldom wear it because I'm saving it for special occasions."
The dress was one of my most valuable things I treasure and it really pissed me off because she just wore it without asking my permission. It was the last dress my Mom bought me when we went shopping.
It was the time when she was healthy and she was not aware of her disease. I was worried she might bring it back broken just like what she usually does when she uses my stuff.
"I thought everything that's yours was mine too? Are you just lying when you told me I can use all of your things and you won't be upset with it?" Her tone was infuriating as her one brow raised.
Yes, I remembered telling her that. I told her she can use anything she desire or borrow anything she may like in my stuff and even told her what I have was hers too but that dress was too important to me to the point I will get mad if she intentionally damaged that dress.
I might have told her that, but isn't it's impolite to just use something that is not yours without asking permission from the owner? Is it so hard to ask permission to borrow something that's not yours?
"Please take good care of that dress of mine and please, bring it back after using it. That dress is important to me."
"You're upset do you?" She teasingly asked like she intentionally wanted to push me through my limits.
Oh, how I hate that infuriating half-smile of her as if it pleases her when she's seeing me getting irritated.
"I'm not." I lied.
Does she expect me not to be?I never thought she was this too insensitive.
"Liar! You didn't mean when you said what's yours was mine too, right?"
"You should've asked permission from me. That dress was so important to me, Leanna."
"Tell me the truth. You don't really like me do you?" I can't believe what I'm seeing right now because her eyes were like daggers as if ready to attack me.
"What? Where was that came from?" I asked unbelievably.
"Come on, I can see the disgust in your eyes and I hate it every time you look at me like that."
"That's not true! You see, I always favored and tolerate you to avoid confliction between us."
Where is this all coming from? Is that what she thought of me all along? That I don't like her and I was just pretending to like her?
"Oh please don't give me that crap because I won't buy it, Gav." She poignantly stated pointing a finger at me.
My eyes widen in surprise on the way she speaks and talk to me right now. Anger and disappointment started to creep inside me. I couldn't help but shake my head in disbelief. Is this the real Leanna which I treated a sister? I accepted and treated her like a friend.
"Please bring back that dress after using it."
Not believing the angry behavior I can see from her, I just decided to leave her and walk towards my room. But the moment I entered my room, I did not noticed that she followed me and to my surprise, she drastically took off the dress in front of me then aggressively threw it on my face.
"Here's your dress! Next time, don't you say something if you don't intend to keep it." She angrily flared then she rummaged through my closet and grabbed a robe to cover her body. One thing I can't believe is when she evilly smirked at me, as if she'd won or gotten even at me before she left. I was left stunned with that behavior she showed me. It's like I never really knew her.
Weeks had passed and we were no longer talking to each other like the way we used to. Actually, after what happened, I intentionally evaded her to avoid conflictions.
Dad noticed our silence and evasion to each other so we were asked if we're having a misunderstanding. When he confirmed it, we were asked to settle our gap and patch things up so we were forced to reconcile.
I knew Leanna was just faking her reconciliation with me because I often caught her glaring and giving me a sly smile like she wanted to let me know she still hates me. It pisses me off sometimes but I managed to ignore it so it won't create trouble.
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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.