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66. Ravi Bonetti
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2026-08-28 20:06:38
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A Second Chance For The Billionaire 71. Manoela Ferraz
The dream started the way it always started.Silence.Then, the sound of a door closing. The dry click of the lock. The echo of footsteps in the hallway. And then his voice—low, calm, poisonous."You thought you could run from me?"I tried to run, but my legs wouldn't move. They were like concrete blocks stuck to the floor. The hallway stretched endlessly ahead of me, the walls closing in, the air growing heavier. I wanted to scream, but my throat was locked."Manoela..."The voice came from everywhere at once. I turned, but there was no one. Just shadows. Just the feeling that he was there, right behind me, just inches away."You'll never get rid of me."I felt his hand on my shoulder. Cold. Heavy. I squeezed my eyes shut, praying for it to end—and when I opened them, he was right in front of me. The crooked smile. The empty eyes. The unshaven beard. That smell of alcohol and cigarettes I knew so well."I always come back."And then he leaned in, and I felt his hot, dirty breath agai
A Second Chance For The Billionaire 70. Ravi Bonetti
"You're going to do what?"Manu was sitting on the bed, holding Georgia in her arms, staring at me as if I'd just said I was going to climb Everest barefoot."A spa day," I repeated, as casually as possible. "You leave the house, go to a place where no one cries, no one poops, and no one needs you for a few hours. Massage, hot tub, silence. Sounds reasonable."She blinked a few times, as if processing the information in slow motion."Ravi, I can't leave. The girls...""The girls are staying with me." I pointed to my chest with pride. "Me, their father. The man who's changed over two hundred diapers in the last month. I've got
A Second Chance For The Billionaire 69. Ravi Bonetti
The key turned in the lock at 8:47 p.m.I already knew it was late. I knew I'd promised to be home early. I knew I'd failed—again. The day had been a succession of meetings, phone calls, and contracts that seemed endless. The Dubai client had demanded a complete review of the confidentiality clause. The legal department had panicked over a security system breach. And I, in the middle of all that, could only think of one thing: getting home.But London traffic didn't cooperate. And the six o'clock meeting dragged on until eight. And now I was here, at the penthouse door, exhausted, guilt weighing heavy on my shoulders.When I opened the door, the sound hit me like a wall.Crying.
A Second Chance For The Billionaire 68. Manoela Ferraz
The silence of the penthouse was almost deafening.Not the empty silence of before, when I lived alone with my pains and my fears. It was a different kind of silence—full of absence. Full of lack. The kind of silence that happens when two creatures who fill every space with their voices are sleeping, and you realize that without them, the world feels smaller.The twins were in their crib, finally quiet after a morning of endless crying. Helena had cried because she was cold. Georgia had cried because she was hot. Helena had cried because she wanted to be held. Georgia had cried because she wanted the other arm. I had changed diapers, prepared bottles, sung lullabies, paced back and forth until my feet ached. And now, in that brief moment of respite, I was exhausted—but I couldn't rest.Because, for the first time since the girls were born, Ravi wasn't home.He had gone back to work.And I knew this was going to happen. I knew he couldn't stay home forever, that the company needed him,
A Second Chance For The Billionaire 67. Ravi Bonetti
The digital clock read 3:47 a.m. when the crying started.It wasn't just any cry. It was that high-pitched, desperate wail that pierces through walls, cuts through silence, and punctures any trace of sleep still lingering in the body. I was already awake before the first whimper turned into a scream—in the last thirty days, my body had learned to anticipate the sound before it even happened.Georgia. Always Georgia first. The most impatient. The hungriest. The one who wouldn't wait a single second.Beside me, Manu was already sitting up, her hair tied in a messy bun, her nightgown wrinkled, her eyes still heavy with sleep, but her body moving before her mind had even processed. She scooped Georgia into her arms with the agility of someone who had done this a thousand times—and maybe she had, because the last thirty days had repeated themselves like an infinite loop."I'll get her," I murmured, reaching for the baby."No, you sleep a little more." Her voice was hoarse but firm. "You ha
A Second Chance For The Billionaire 66. Ravi Bonetti
The digital clock read 3:47 a.m. when the crying started.It wasn't just any cry. It was that high-pitched, desperate wail that pierces through walls, cuts through silence, and punctures any trace of sleep still lingering in the body. I was already awake before the first whimper turned into a scream—in the last thirty days, my body had learned to anticipate the sound before it even happened.Georgia. Always Georgia first. The most impatient. The hungriest. The one who wouldn't wait a single second.Beside me, Manu was already sitting up, her hair tied in a messy bun, her nightgown wrinkled, her eyes still heavy with sleep, but her body moving before her mind had even processed. She scooped Georgia into her arms with the agility of someone who had done this a thousand times—and maybe she had, because the last thirty days had repeated themselves like an infinite loop."I'll get her," I murmured, reaching for the baby."No, you sleep a little more." Her voice was hoarse but firm. "You ha
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