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21. Manoela Ferraz
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2026-07-25 20:02:35The café clock seemed to move slower that morning.
Every order I took, every tray I carried to the tables, it was as if time dragged on just to torture me. I could barely focus on the customers—the nervousness about meeting Ravi occupied every space inside my head.
Near lunchtime, my phone vibrated in my apro
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A Second Chance For The Billionaire 27: Manoela Ferraz
The smell of the hospital was already etched into me. The antiseptic, the IV drip, the constant footsteps in the hallway. I had never spent so much time lying down, unable to do anything but eat and wait for the hours to pass. The rest was harder than any job I had ever done.And yet, that wasn't what made me most uneasy. It was the look.Ravi was sitting in front of me, as he had been for the past two days. It didn't matter the time, it didn't matter how late he had come back from work—he was always there when I woke up, always there when I needed him. Now, he watched in silence every forkful I brought to my mouth, as if he wanted to make sure I was really eating.I tried to ignore the strange feeling of being cared for. I didn't know how to h
A Second Chance For The Billionaire 26: Manoela Ferraz
The smell of the hospital is already suffocating me. Two days lying in this bed, staring at the same white walls, hearing the same sounds—hurried footsteps, the monitor's beep, the squeak of the nurses' cart.Two days that feel like two weeks.I never imagined that resting could be so exhausting.My body doesn't hurt as much as my head, doesn't hurt as much as this feeling of being trapped, unable to do anything. I've always been driven by work, by effort, by the habit of solving everything with my own hands.Now, every time I try to get up beyond what the doctors allow, someone appears to remind me that I can't, that I need to rest, that my body needs calm.
A Second Chance For The Billionaire 25: Manoela Ferraz
The first thing I feel is the cold of the sheet against my skin and the strong smell of disinfectant. I try to open my eyes, but the brightness cuts through me like a blade. My head throbs, heavy, and every movement makes my temple pulse as if it's about to explode.My heart races, because I don't know where I am.My hands tremble as I feel the hard mattress beneath me, and when I finally manage to focus, I realize I'm not at home.I'm in a hospital.Panic takes hold of me.Did Roger bring me?Is he here?
A Second Chance For The Billionaire 24: Ravi Bonetti
The clock on the car dashboard read 8 a.m. when I parked in front of the café. I had spent the entire night reviewing the documents in the folder about the apartments.I chose three that could be perfect for Manu and the baby, every detail measured as if I could already see the two of them living there, safe, far from the hell she called a marriage.I pushed open the glass door, feeling the strong aroma of fresh coffee. My eyes scanned every table, every corner, but she wasn't there. Strange. Manu wasn't the type to be late—I had already noticed that in all the small encounters we'd had.I ordered a black coffee, trying to hide my anxiety, but my fingers drummed against the folder. Minutes dragged by and nothing from her. An uncomfortabl
A Second Chance For The Billionaire 23: Manoela Ferraz
The sound of the key turning in the lock was the only thing that reminded me I was arriving home. There was no feeling of coziness, no good expectation. Just more weight on a body that already carried hours of work, difficult customers, and the exhausting routine that repeated itself every day.I dropped my bag on the sofa, took a deep breath, and headed straight to the kitchen.As always, the sink was full, the breakfast dishes still waiting for me, the house silent and messy as if it were only my responsibility to take care of it. No matter how exhausted I was, the obligation to organize everything always fell on me.I washed the dishes, put the clothes in the washing machine, quickly mopped the floor, and started preparing dinner. Every movement felt like it weighed a ton. I felt my feet throbbing inside my shoes and had to lean my hands on the counter for a moment to keep from giving in to exhaustion.When I finally turned off the stove, the kitchen was in order and the food was r
A Second Chance For The Billionaire 22: Ravi Bonetti
I had just stepped out of a meeting with German investors when I asked my secretary to give me half an hour without interruptions. The real estate agent was already waiting for me in the reception area, always punctual, and as soon as he entered my office, he carried a leather folder and a tablet in his hands."Mr. Bonetti," he greeted me with a professional smile, and I led him to the meeting table in the corner of the room. I asked for coffee to be brought and sat down, crossing my hands on the table.He opened the folder and began organizing the papers with meticulous efficiency."You mentioned urgency, so I brought some options that might suit you. All of them are close to your penthouse, in high-end areas, with 24-hour security and complete infrastructure."I nodded in silence, my eyes fixed on the images appearing on the tablet. I didn't just want walls and a roof for her. I needed something solid, safe—where Manu could breathe in peace and my daughter could have space to grow w
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