The maid secretly dyed a pot of cheap rice yellow and called it “gold rice” so the four little boys would feel like princes… But the day the billionaire came home early and saw it, he froze—because the boys looked exactly like him, and that “gold rice” was the secret that kept them alive.

Alejandro stared at the bowls like they were a confession carved into porcelain. This “poor” meal had kept his children alive.

A small voice piped up—one boy pushing his plate toward Alejandro:
“Sir… do you want some? Elena puts magic powder. It’s good.”

And Alejandro—who had everything—ate from his child’s plate with shaking hands.

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The moment of fragile peace shattered with the roar of a car outside. Heels clicked fast on marble. Elena turned pale. The boys stiffened.

One whispered, trembling: “It’s her.”

A sharp voice rang from the hallway: “Alejandro!”

Doña Bernarda—Alejandro’s mother—appeared in designer clothes and jewels. She stopped when she saw the scene: Elena, the yellow rice, Alejandro with a spoon, and four identical boys.

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