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Billionaire Second Choice Chapter fifty one
Seraphina POV She heard his office door close. Stood in the corridor for a moment after. Then she went upstairs. She showered quickly the good kind, the kind that washed the day off properly. Changed into something simple. Dark jeans, a soft cream top that Camille had picked and she'd grown to love for its particular quality of being comfortable without looking like she'd given up. She looked at herself in the mirror. Pressed her hand briefly to her stomach. "Dinner," she told the baby. The baby offered no objection. She went downstairs. She didn't know why she cooked. Or she did know — she just didn't examine it too carefully. Cooking was the thing she did when she wanted to do something real with her hands. When the day had been full of performed things and she needed one genuine one. She went through his kitchen with the confidence of someone who had been learning it quietly for weeks which cupboard held which, which burner ran hot, where the good pan was kept rather t
Billionaire Second Choice Chapter fifty
Vivienne was standing at the window. . She was wearing ivory. Perfectly pressed. Hair down and deliberate. She looked at Elara. Elara looked at her. The entrance hall held the specific quality of a space between two people who had last seen each other with one's hand raised and the other's spine straight. Elara shifted her university bag on her shoulder. "Vivienne," she said. Pleasantly. Carefully. The voice she used for rooms she hadn't fully mapped yet. "Elara." Vivienne's voice was different. "What are you doing here," she said. Still pleasant. Still even. "I came to see you," Vivienne said. "I was hoping we could talk." Elara looked at her. At the ivory dress. The careful smile. The hands clasped in front of her with the deliberateness of someone who had decided what to do with their hands and was executing the decision. Every instinct she had said no. Every instinct she had had also kept her alive through warehouses and lawyer's offices and kitchen arguments and s
Billionaire Second Choice Chapter fourty nine
Elara looked at her coffee. Looked at Amara. "I'm married," she said. Amara blinked. Once. Twice. "Married," she repeated. "Yes." "As in — legally. Certified. Someone put a ring—" "Courthouse," Elara said. "Few weeks ago." Amara stared at her. "Elara." She leaned forward. "Please tell me it's him." Elara looked at the table. "Yes," Elara said quickly. Amara sat back. Pressed both hands to her mouth. Her eyes were doing something that was rapidly approaching overwhelmed. "You found him," she said. Muffled behind her hands. "And you married him." "Yes." "And—" Amara's eyes dropped to Elara's stomach again. The gesture she kept making without knowing she was making it — hand drifting there, resting briefly, returning. "Are you—" "Yes," Elara said. Amara made a sound. Not a word. Just a sound compressed and high and the specific frequency of a woman receiving information she has been waiting for without knowing she was waiting. "Oh my God," she said. "Elara." Ama
Billionaire Second Choice Chapter fourty eight
The lecture hall smelled like old paper and radiator heat and the particular collective anxiety of people who had due dates approaching.She stood in the doorway of room 214 for a moment before going in just stood there and breathed it. The tiered seats. The whiteboards with last week's notes still visible at the edges. The projector warming up at the front. Students filtering in with coffee cups and laptops and the specific energy of people who were present because they chose to be rather than because someone had arranged it.She chose to be here.She'd chosen this degree before any of the rest of it existed. Before Adrian and contracts and warehouses and fifteen percent and pomegranate lamb and I wish you all the best.She walked in.Found a seat midway up her usual row, the one that was close enough to see the board clearly and far enough from the front not to feel like she was performing attention.She sat down.Took out the leather notebook.The pen.And waited for the lecture
Billionaire Second Choice Chapter fourty seven
The kitchen was absolutely silent. Adrian looked at her. She looked back. She'd said it. It was out of her hands now. She watched him receive it watched the rapid internal movement of a man processing something he hadn't been prepared for. The composure engaging. The walls coming up. Not cruelly this time she could see the difference now between his cruelty and his fear. This was fear. He opened his mouth. She braced. "I wish you all the best," he said. The words landed like a door closing. Quietly. Cleanly. Not unkind in tone. Devastating in content. I wish you all the best. The brush off of a man who couldn't deal with what had just been handed to him and had chosen the most bloodless available exit. She nodded. Once. She picked up her fork. Went back to her eggs. Her face did nothing. She was extremely proud of her face. He stood. Picked up his coffee. "I have to prepare for the day," he said. "Of course," she said pleasantly. He went
Billionaire Second Choice Chapter fourty six
She made the decision at 4am. The shares. Fifteen percent of Vale Industries sitting in her name like a declaration of war that she'd never intended to fire. But she also held onto what she knew about herself. She was not a businesswoman. Not yet. She was a twenty two year old with a half finished degree and a leather notebook full of things she'd been learning as fast as she could and a lawyer she'd had for two weeks. She was brave. She was not naive. Holding fifteen percent of a company in the middle of a family war while pregnant and without the infrastructure to defend it properly wasn't strength. It was a target. She thought about the warehouse. About the bolted chair. About Lucian's call that Adrian had told her was being handled with the quiet certainty of a man who meant it. She made her decision. Went back to sleep. She called Mr. Osei at eight. He was already at his desk she'd learned this about him, that he existed at his desk in a state of permanent readines
Billionaire Second Choice Chapter thirty eight
Elara POV She wore the yellow dress.She hadn't planned it hadn't stood in front of the wardrobe making a statement. She'd simply reached for it because it was the colour of the morning light that had been coming through the curtains when she'd woken up, and because she felt, for the first time i
Billionaire Second Choice Chapter thirty six
DERRICK'S POV He sat with his phone in his hand and stared at Lucian's number for a long moment. He thought about Adrian's face. He thought about the word my baby coming out of his brother's mouth like something that had been waiting to be said. He thought about a woman who had sat in a bolted
Billionaire Second Choice Chapter thirty five.
"Elara." Derrick's voice. Smooth as always. "I hope you slept well.""What do you want Derrick.""I told you," he said. "We need to talk. In person." A pause. "There's a car outside the building. My driver. Come alone."She looked at the window.Every instinct she had said no.Every instinct she ha
Billionaire Second Choice Chapter thirty four
She should have stopped at no. She knew that. Even as the words were forming she knew she was about to hand him something sharp and put her own chest in front of it. But there was something about the way he'd scoffed — that small cold sound, barely a breath, maximum damage — that pulled the truth
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