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ALMS TO LOVE CHAPTER 62

ผู้เขียน: MIKS DELOSO
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“But what about everything else, Charles?” Her voice wavered slightly, and she quickly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, as if the motion could distract her from the flood of emotions threatening to spill over. “What about the contract? What about the future you’ve already mapped out for us?”

“I don’t care about that anymore,” he said firmly, his thumb brushing across the back of her hand. “I don’t care about the legacy or the deal or the expectations. What I care about is you, Fiona. You’ve become more than I ever expected. More than I ever thought I needed.”

She looked at him, her breath shallow, unsure of how to process the vulnerability in his eyes. “Charles,” she whispered, her heart tugging painfully at the weight of it all. “This is so much… I don’t know if I can… I don’t know how to be what you want.”

His expression softened, and he moved even closer, until they were almost standing together, the air between them charged with something powerful. His fingers gently lifted
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    On the estate, Candy received a new silk doll and an extra custard, while Jamaica recited a poem to her in such a voice that made the toy's fur seem dear. Upstairs, at the nursery window, Fiona smoothed Liza's hair and checked a message from Valeria, oblivious to how three men in a moment would step through the service corridor below with an intent so cold, it might have left ice in the veins of the house.Power rearranged itself in the night—quiet, terrible, inevitable.When the city slept, the plan unfolded.The sun had barely climbed above the skyline when Fiona Billion's sedan glided out of the Billion estate gates. Morning lay, deceptively gentle: the sky was brushed with gold; the traffic hummed along EDSA; Liza's laughter was bright in the backseat.“Mommy, can we get ice cream after school?” Liza asked, swinging her legs as her schoolbag bumped her knees.Fiona smiled in the rearview mirror. “Only if you finish your home

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    At the Billion estate the morning moved like a careful actor on a stage. They persuaded themselves, and their staff, that life would stitch its seams back together. The media circus had been managed; the market had steadied; statements had been issued. But the house itself felt wound tight: rooms were cleaned, schedules reworked, security tightened, and the press team rehearsed the language for the next week until the words were muscle memory.Madam Jamaica watched the movements, eyes slow and predatory, like a hawk watching a field. She had taken Candy into the estate under counsel’s legal cover—temporary custody, a protective petition executed with the authority of the board. The child was small and howling on the carriage ride from Marie’s penthouse; she had clung to her stuffed rabbit like a talisman. Jamaica had placed Candy in a guest wing, a neutral suite under the estate’s roof, and then—because she was not merely a guardian but a mother an

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    Jamaica's words were clinical, chosen to wound.“but if you make a move to take Candy by force, you will be arrested and the evidence will be used against you.”The threat hung in the air like a blade. For the first time since her carefully cultivated fury had become a social weapon, Marie felt fear. It was a small, hot thing that made nausea burn under her ribs.“You’ll rue this,” she rasped, fight flaring hot and foolishly. “You’ll all rue this.”“Perhaps,” Jamaica said softly, and in that was pity quieter than fury and infinitely colder. “But not for my family. For you.”The line went dead. Marie sagged against the window, the city tilting beneath her.She'd wanted war. She had thought it would look like headlines and stock blips and a crowd eating her words up like bread. Instead it had looked like a child bundled in someone else's arms and a woman's voice saying, plainly and irrevocably, that she was not fit to be trusted with her own daughter.The maid came in again, whispering,

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    The car slid up the drive to Marie's building like a dark promise. She let herself in with shaking hands, rain still clinging to her lashes. The penthouse felt cavernous, every surface a mirror to the night. She shoved her keys into the bowl by the door and kicked off her heels, the sound too loud in the emptiness.A face of a maid, eyes round, apron damp, a towel clutched to her chest appeared from the doorway to the kitchen.“Ma’am—” she started, her voice strangled. “Ma’am, Candy,”Marie didn't wait for the rest. "What about Candy?" She had expected fury, yes, but not this.this thin, untethered panic in the house that had been her fortress.The maid's hands fluttered like trapped birds. "They… they took her, Ma'am. Madam Jamaica's guards two men in suits and two in uniform—arrived. They said they were escorting Candy for her safety. They would not let me stop them."The syllables hit Marie like a physical blow. For a second she could not breathe. "They what?" Her voice was small an

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    Fiona halted a yard in front of Marie and took a breath, the cameras devouring the hesitation. "Why are you doing this to me?" she asked, and the statement was not a question so much as an accusation. "Why are you constantly besmirching my reputation? Do you think Philip would be proud of this? I never—never—did anything to hurt you. Why persist in persecuting me—and even my daughter Liza? Tell me, Marie. Tell me now."Her voice shook with rage until it hardened to brittle steel. She advanced and took Marie's hands, clasping them with such force that the woman winced. The reporters' shutters stuttered in a blur.Marie's eyes were brimmed at the corners, fury and embarrassment intertwined. She managed to free one hand and spat the reply like a blasphemy. "Because you stole the one I loved. I loved Charles first, before Philip—before any of it. I cannot bear him happy with someone else. I won't let the Billion fortune pass into your hands."

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    Inside the mansion, Jamaica stood before the raging fire, her outline chiseled in gold by the blaze.Fiona arrived with stealth, cradling the flash drive."She's smart," Fiona whispered. "But not invisible.Jamaica swung her head around. "No one is invisible, my dear. Least of all those who think they are."Fiona's pause was hesitant. "You mean to reveal her?""When the moment is right.""And when is that?"Jamaica's eyes rose to look beyond the glass at the storm. "When the truth will hurt her more than the lies ever damaged us."The morning broke without pity.Marie Drams awoke to quiet that wasn't hers—too quiet, too calculated. She rolled over in bed, bedding in a knot, her heart racing and off. The champagne flute on the bedside table sparkled with pale light.Her phone vibrated. One text. From Brenn.We have a problem.Her eyebrows furrowed. She responded immediately. What sort of problem?

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