{"id":24732,"date":"2025-12-19T19:48:20","date_gmt":"2025-12-19T19:48:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/readmore.cx\/?p=24732"},"modified":"2025-12-19T19:48:20","modified_gmt":"2025-12-19T19:48:20","slug":"pregnant-alongside-the-mistress-and-the-bone-chilling-verdict-whoever-bears-the-son-takes-the-crown","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/readmore.cx\/?p=24732","title":{"rendered":"Pregnant alongside the mistress and the bone-chilling verdict: \u201cWhoever bears the son takes the crown.\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"
The air conditioning in the dining room was set to a chill that penetrated the bone, but it was nothing compared to the frost emanating from the woman sitting at the head of the table.<\/p>\n
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Do\u00f1a Consuelo, the matriarch of the Castillo empire, did not blink. She did not fidget. She sat with the posture of a queen who had long ago forgotten what mercy felt like. Her hands, adorned with diamonds heavy enough to weigh down a lesser soul, rested perfectly still on the embroidered tablecloth.<\/p>\n
Across from me sat Clarissa. The mistress.<\/p>\n
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She was glowing, her hand resting protectively over her stomach, a mirror image of my own posture. We were both four months along. Two women, bound to the same man, carrying life in our bodies, seated at a dinner table that felt more like a courtroom.<\/p>\n
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