She slapped a poor chef in the kitchen—until Mateo discovered the woman he humiliated was his own mother

sequin gown, her figure shimmering with aristocratic arrogance, slowly pulled her hand back. Her face twisted into a sneer of cold, deliberate cruelty.

In front of her, a woman in a plain white chef’s jacket stood frozen, her head snapped to the side. A vivid red handprint spread across her cheek, while a thin scratch near continue reading …