God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 523

Chapter 523: Creating Everlasting Bonds
“W-Wait…” I said, glancing between them, then back at the jar. My voice rose slightly in disbelief. “Are you telling me…y-you’re actually going to sell this? As in, These homemade sauces of yours are going to be in stores?”

Bella’s smile grew even wider, and she clasped her hands together, bouncing slightly on her heels.

“That’s right, Daddy!” She said excitedly. “Isn’t it awesome? Doesn’t it look like it belongs on a store shelf?…I mean, look at the design! It’s so cute! I would buy it in an instant if I saw it.”

Camila stepped forward, her expression calm but her eyes sparkling with pride. “We wanted it to look professional.” She said warmly, glancing at Bella. “Every detail had to be just right—the labels, the colours, even the font. We wanted it to stand out but still feel approachable.”

Bella nodded enthusiastically. “And not just the look, but the sauces themselves. We worked so hard on the recipes—perfecting them, making sure they were just right. We even did blind tastings to pick the best versions!”

Camila smiled at Bella, her voice soft with a motherly pride. “We’ve already bottled an entire supply.” She added. “Thousands of jars, ready to go. Everything’s labelled, packed, and prepped.”

“And guess what?” Bella cut in, her excitement bubbling over. “It’s going to hit local shelves next week! Can you believe it?” She let out a soft laugh, her cheeks still pink with excitement. “We’ve already talked to a few shops, and they’re all really excited about it. The sauces are getting their own display and everything!”

Camila nodded, her voice filled with quiet satisfaction. “We’ve worked out the distribution, set up the packaging, and even made sure the pricing was competitive. Everything’s been lined up. All that’s left is to see how people respond once it’s in stores.”

I stared at them, completely overwhelmed by the torrent of information they’d just thrown at me. My head felt like it was spinning, struggling to catch up with everything they were saying.

Holding up a hand, I blurted out, “Stop, stop! My brain’s about to explode. You two are giving me way too much to process.”

Camila’s soft laugh broke the tension, and Bella giggled, covering her mouth with one hand. They exchanged a glance, clearly amused by my dazed reaction.

“Well…” Camila teased. “I guess that means the surprise had the intended effect.”

Bella nodded, grinning widely as she said, “Yeah, I don’t think we could’ve shocked him more if we tried.”

I shook my head, still in a daze as I set the jar back into the basket. “Okay, hold on.” I said, my tone more incredulous now. “What brought this up? Why did you suddenly decide to start a sauce business out of nowhere?”

Camila tilted her head, her smile softening into something more personal. “Out of nowhere?” She echoed, amusement flickering in her eyes. “How can you say that, Kafka, when you’re the reason I started this in the first place?”

“Me?” I blinked, my confusion deepening. “What did I do?”

She nodded, stepping closer and resting a hand lightly on my arm.

“You…It was most definitely you.” She said with certainty. “I mean, how many times have you told me how good my sauces are? How they’d blow the competition out of the water if they were sold in stores? I’ve lost count of how often you’ve said it.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but she continued, her voice warm but firm. ”

It wasn’t just once or twice, Kafka. You’ve been saying it so much that my ears almost went deaf. Every time you had one of my sauces, you’d go on about how much better they were than anything you’d ever bought.” She chuckled softly, shaking her head. “At first, I just thought you were being sweet, but you kept saying it. So much that the idea got stuck in my head.”

Bella nodded in agreement, chiming in, saying, “Yeah, and when Mom finally brought it up to me, I was like, ‘Why not?’ It sounded fun.”

I glanced at Bella, still processing Camila’s words, but she looked away quickly, her cheeks faintly pink. Camila caught the movement and smiled knowingly before adding, “And I think part of the reason Bella was so quick to agree was because the idea of working anywhere else didn’t appeal to her much since she’s going to finish university soon.”

“Mom…Don’t say that.” Bella groaned softly, the colour of her cheeks deepening.

Camila gave her daughter a reassuring smile but didn’t relent. “She’s always been more introverted, especially after what happened at her University. So the idea of starting something at home, where she could work on her own terms, was perfect for her. It felt safe. And she’s been a huge help with everything—testing recipes, designing labels, keeping me sane through it all.”

Bella looked down, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. “It just…made sense, you know?” She said quietly. “Working with Mom, doing something we both love—it felt right. And I didn’t have to worry about being around strangers all the time.”

Camila gently squeezed Bella’s shoulder, her voice filled with pride. “And she’s been amazing. This wouldn’t have happened without her.”

I stood there, staring at the two of them, my chest tightening as their words sank in.

“So, let me get this straight.” I said slowly, looking at Camila. “You started this because of something I said a few encouraging words?”

Camila smiled, nodding as she said, “You didn’t just say it, Kafka. You believed it. And that belief gave me the confidence to try.”

Bella chimed in, her voice softer now but still carrying that familiar spark of pride. “And now it’s real. We’re actually doing it. All thanks to you, Daddy.”

I ran a hand through my hair, letting out a soft laugh as I looked at the basket of sauces again.

“I don’t even know what to say.” I admitted. “You two are incredible.”

Camila shook her head, her smile growing as she raised a hand to stop me.

“No, Kafka. It wasn’t just the two of us.” She said, her tone warm but carrying a weight that made me pause. “We had help. A lot of help.”

“Help? From who?” I frowned, tilting my head.

She hesitated for a moment, as if preparing to drop another bombshell, then said, “From Nina…And both your mothers.”

The words hit me like a freight train.

“W-Wait…What?” I blurted, my eyes widening as I looked between her and Bella.

Camila let out a soft laugh, clearly enjoying my reaction. “That’s right. Your moms and Nina helped us make this happen.”

I stared at her, my brain struggling to keep up.

“You’re kidding.” I said, though I already knew from her expression that she wasn’t. “How? When?”

Camila’s expression softened as she began explaining. “Well, to start off, when I first mentioned the idea to Bella, she loved it. She jumped right in, working on the labels, the designs, and even setting up the website. All those cute details on the jars? That’s her doing.”

Bella flushed slightly, crossing her arms as she muttered, “It wasn’t that big of a deal.”

Camila raised an eyebrow. “Oh, please. You spent days obsessing over the smallest things—fonts, colours, illustrations. You wanted it to be perfect.”

Bella bit her lip, her face reddening more. “Well…I-It does look good, don’t it?” She admitted, glancing at me for approval.

I nodded quickly. “It looks amazing, Bella. Seriously, it’s so professional—I wouldn’t believe you designed it if I didn’t know better.”

Her eyes turned limpid at my words, but her smile widened.

“And then there’s Abi.” Camila continued. “She took over all the logistical work. She’s the one who figured out how to scale the recipes, manage the inventory, and get everything organised for distribution…She’s been an absolute lifesaver.”

“My Mom?” I said, my eyebrows shooting up. “She actually helped with this?”

Camila chuckled. “More than helped. She basically ran the numbers and laid out the entire plan. Her degree in logistics was exactly what we needed to make this work. She’s been incredible.”

Before I could process that, Camila added, “And Nina—well, you know how she is.”

“What did Nina do?” I tilted my head, already anticipating a wild story.

Bella burst out laughing before Camila could answer.

“Auntie Nina ran the town; that’s what she did!” Bella exclaimed. “Mom told her we’d need suppliers for the raw ingredients, and she just went all in. She called, visited, and practically forced people to help us. You know how she can be with that fiery personality of hers.”

Camila nodded, her tone affectionate. “She’s been a whirlwind. Every time we thought we’d hit a roadblock, she’d show up with a new supplier—or rather, she’d drag one along who couldn’t say no to her.”

Bella grinned. “At one point, she got into a shouting match with a jar supplier who tried to overcharge us. By the end of it, not only did he lower the price, but he also offered to deliver them for free.”

I laughed, shaking my head in disbelief as I said, “That sounds exactly like Nina. She doesn’t take no for an answer.”

“Exactly.” Camila said. “And that’s why we have the best—quality ingredients and jars, all thanks to her.”

I was still reeling from everything they’d told me when Camila’s expression softened further, her tone becoming almost reverent. “And finally, there’s Olivia.” She said quietly.

I froze, my chest tightening at the mention of my second mother. “Mom?” I asked, my voice barely audible.

Camila nodded, her smile softening. “She’s the one who found the manufacturers for us. When I told her about the idea, she didn’t hesitate for even a second. She used her connections, reached out to people she trusted, and made sure we partnered with the best producers. She said…” Camila paused, her expression turning tender. “…If it’s for our family, it has to be perfect.”

I felt a lump in my throat, but before I could say anything, Camila continued, “And the thing is…We hadn’t even really met before. She’s so busy, yet she still helped us. She made time, pulled strings, and got everything lined up. Honestly, she’s amazing.”

She paused, her expression turning a bit playful.

“Though, I’ll admit, she’s also a little scary. But in a good way. She’s one of those people who gets things done, no matter what.”

I didn’t say anything, but I thought about it—my mother, the woman who could command a room with just a look. If even Camila thought she was intense, she must’ve left quite an impression.

“So that’s why my Mom back at home has been so busy lately.” I murmured, piecing things together in my head. “And why Nina’s been acting so suspicious.”

“Yep! Auntie Nina was terrified you’d catch on. She kept saying things like, ‘He’s going to figure it out any day now.” Bella giggled.

And why didn’t anyone just tell me? I could’ve helped out, you know.” I raised an eyebrow at her. ”

Before I even finished my sentence, Camila shook her head firmly, cutting me off as she said, “Absolutely not.”

“Why not?” I blinked, surprised by her quick response.

“Because…” She said, crossing her arms and giving me a sharp look. “…if you were involved, you wouldn’t have let anyone else do anything. I mean, you’re so overcompetent, Kafka, you’d have finished everything in a day and left the rest of us feeling useless.”

Bella nodded in agreement, her grin widening. “My mom’s, right. You would’ve swooped in, handled everything perfectly, and we wouldn’t have learnt anything or had any fun.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but the way they both looked at me—Camila with her confident smirk and Bella with her cheeky grin—made me pause.

Finally, I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I said, “Okay, fine. I might’ve taken over a bit.”

“A bit?” Camila teased, raising an eyebrow like she didn’t what I said at all.

“Alright, a lot.” I admitted, laughing. “But still, I could’ve saved you all some stress.”

Camila shook her head gently, her smile gentle but firm.

“It’s not about the stress, Kafka.” She said, her voice warm with meaning. “This was about more than just getting the job done. The whole family worked together to make this happen. Every single one of us came together to accomplish something as a team…That’s what really matters.”

Her words hit me like a wave, and I paused, letting them sink in.

In that moment, I realised her true goal wasn’t just about making a business or even crafting the perfect sauces that she can make. She had brought everyone together—people with their own lives, schedules, and differences—and made them part of something bigger for the sake of uniting our family.

A sense of closeness, a shared purpose.

My chest tightened as I looked at her, my heart swelling with admiration.

Camila wasn’t just thinking about the present; she was planning for the future, creating bonds for our family that would last a lifetime…