Lord Ashworth

Isabella Cortez, the embodiment of Spanish passion in silk and lace, found herself trapped in a silk-lined cage—a marriage of convenience with Lord Ashworth. A man like a sleek iceberg! The coldness of his aristocratic eyes made the palms in the greenhouse wilt. And then there was the "little surprise" from the past—Sophia, a ray of sunshine, of which Ashworth, of course, had no idea.

"So, Mr. Perfect, I'm now a single mother in addition to my title?" Isabella giggled venomously to herself, delaying the confession.

But life, as we all know, is a real joker! Lord Ashworth, it turned out, adored horses, like any self-respecting aristocrat. And Sophia, that little rascal, burst into the stables and fed his favorite stallion… carrot cake! That's when I realized: the ice had broken.

Ashworth, his face smeared with cream, and Sophia giggling childishly—a picture worthy of Repin! Isabella, watching them, felt a small piece of ice melt in her heart. He had, of course, been furious about the pie. But then, seeing Sophia petting the stallion, something changed. A spark, no, a veritable firework, lit up his cold eyes. He had fallen in love with her and... perhaps Isabella too? The passion hidden behind the mask of propriety was ready to erupt like a raging volcano! Love is an unpredictable thing, isn't it?