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Chapter 9 – When Desire Meets Truth
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Falling for Rich Cappuccino Chapter 12 – Midnight Reckoning
The clock ticked slowly, deliberately, almost cruelly. Every second stretched Kryzelle’s anxiety tighter, winding around her chest like a steel wire. She sat on the edge of her bed, fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of her shirt, as if controlling it could somehow control the chaos outside. Zander leaned against the doorway, his silhouette sharp in the dim light of her apartment. His eyes, dark and stormy, followed her every movement. “You don’t have to do this alone,” he said softly, voice low, carrying that dangerous mix of command and care she had come to rely on. Kryzelle swallowed, trying to steady her racing thoughts. “I know,” she whispered. “But… I don’t want to make it worse.” Zander stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. His hand lingered at her jaw, tilting her face toward him. “Nothing can make it worse if we face it together. Promise me you trust me.” Her chest tightened. “I… I do.” The room seemed to shrink as they stood close, breaths mi
Falling for Rich Cappuccino Chapter 11 – Public Scandal, Private Protection
Kryzelle’s phone vibrated incessantly as she stepped into the café. She froze. Hundreds of notifications. Screenshots. Gossip. The world had found out—thanks to Ethan’s calculated exposure. Her stomach churned. “Miss Rivera?” her coworker called, concern in her voice. “Are you okay?” She forced a smile, nodding. “I’m fine.” But inside, she wasn’t. Across the street, Zander parked his car. He saw her through the window, shoulders tense, lips pressed into a firm line. He pushed the door open, strode across, and stepped into the café without hesitation. “Miss me?” he murmured into her ear as he reached her side. She shook her head, tears threatening to spill. “Not now, Zander.” “Exactly why I’m here,” he said softly. His hand brushed hers briefly—a silent promise of protection. The café was buzzing more than usual. Customers whispered behind cups and phones. Screenshots of Kryzelle, Zander, and Ethan circulated online. “Focus on work,” Zander said quietly. “I’ll handl
Falling for Rich Cappuccino Chapter 10 – The Aftermath
Part 1 – Silence Between Us The city felt quieter the morning after everything fell apart. Kryzelle sat at the small dining table in her apartment, untouched coffee growing cold in front of her. The aroma that once comforted her now felt distant, almost foreign. She stared at the surface of the cup, watching the foam settle, wondering when her life had become so fragile. Zander hadn’t stayed the night. Not because he didn’t care—but because everything suddenly mattered too much. His words from last night replayed endlessly in her mind. It ends now. But endings were never that simple. She checked her phone again. No messages. No missed calls. Her chest tightened painfully. Maybe I scared him. Maybe the truth was heavier than he expected. She pressed her palms against her eyes, forcing herself not to cry. She had survived worse than this. She had rebuilt herself from nothing once—she could do it again. But this time, it hurt differently. Because she had let him in. Zand
Falling for Rich Cappuccino Chapter 9 – When Desire Meets Truth
The night felt heavier than before. Kryzelle stood by the window of her apartment, staring down at the glowing streets of Makati. Cars moved like scattered stars below, unaware of the storm about to unfold above them. Her reflection stared back at her in the glass—uncertain, exposed, and trembling beneath a calm she no longer trusted. Behind her, Zander leaned against the bed, his presence filling the room without effort. Silence stretched between them, thick but not uncomfortable—just loaded. “You’re shaking,” he said quietly. She hadn’t noticed until he crossed the room and stood behind her. His hands hovered at her waist, not touching, waiting for permission. “I don’t know how to stop,” she admitted. He rested his palms gently on her hips, grounding her. “Then don’t. Let me hold you through it.” She exhaled slowly and leaned back into his chest. His warmth seeped into her, steady and unyielding. The moment felt intimate in a way words couldn’t describe—two people standing at
Falling for Rich Cappuccino Chapter 8 – Crossed Lines
Kryzelle paced in her apartment, her hands clutching the strap of her bag as if it were a lifeline. The city outside hummed like a distant heartbeat, oblivious to the storm raging within her. Every passing second tightened the knot in her chest. “Zander, I…” she began, then stopped. Words failed her. Zander was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyes dark with a protective intensity she had never seen before. His presence was grounding, yet it carried a weight that made her shiver. “You don’t have to explain everything,” he said softly. “But I need to know what I’m stepping into.” She met his gaze, panic threatening to break through. “It’s… it’s complicated.” He stepped closer, closing the distance. “Everything that matters is complicated. You don’t get to shut me out.” She swallowed hard, memories flooding back—the whispered threats, the late-night calls, Ethan’s smug smirk, the secrets she had buried deep inside her heart. “It’s Ethan,” she said finally. “He knows s
Falling for Rich Cappuccino Chapter 7 – Secrets in the City
The streets of Makati were alive with neon and headlights, but Kryzelle felt like the city had disappeared. Her fingers clenched the strap of her bag as she walked, each step measured, each breath shallow. Zander walked beside her in silence. He didn’t need to say anything; his presence alone steadied her. “You know,” he finally said, voice low, “he’s been in your past for a reason.” She glanced at him, startled. “Why does it always sound like you know too much?” “I’ve been paying attention,” he replied simply. “To you.” Her stomach twisted. Stop thinking about that. She had rehearsed everything she would say to Ethan tonight, but now… she couldn’t even form a coherent thought. Zander’s gaze softened. “You’re scared.” “I am,” she admitted, quietly. “Good,” he said. “Because I’m angry.” She turned to him sharply. “Angry? At me?” “No,” he said firmly. “At him. At the fact that he thinks he still has control over you. And at myself for not being there sooner.” Kryzelle’s heart
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