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FIFTY EIGHT
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2026-11-11 20:09:05
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Married the Right Billionaire, Now My Family Begs Me Back SIXTY ONE
CHAPTER 61.Rafael returned to his office a little after two. He placed his phone beside the laptop, pulled his chair closer to the desk, and opened the revised expense report Harris had forwarded during the drive back. Several entries had been highlighted. Beside one of them, the finance department had added a note promising that the supporting documents would follow.He read the note twice, then typed a brief reply asking for a definite time. Out of the corner of his eye, he could still see the lunch bag.It stood beside the stack of folders at the other end of his desk, its handles folded against the cream-colored fabric. The containers inside remained unopened. He had brought it back from the hotel and set it down without deciding what to do with it. Rafael looked at it, then slowly shook his head. He returned to the report.For several minutes, he compared the payment references with the figures on the screen. An installation charge had been listed separately from the equipment p
Married the Right Billionaire, Now My Family Begs Me Back SIXTY
CHAPTER 60.For a while, neither of them reached for the clock. Tatiana lay against Rafael beneath the loosened covers, her cheek resting on his chest. His hand moved slowly over her hair, smoothing the strands that had fallen across her face. Beyond the curtains, the morning had already brightened. Somewhere outside, a car rolled along the driveway, its engine fading toward the gates.She heard it without lifting her head. “Was that your car?”“No.”“Are you sure?”“If it was, Harris has decided to go to work without me.”Tatiana smiled against his chest. Rafael felt it and lowered his head to look at her. “What?”“Nothing.”“That didn't feel like nothing.”“I was thinking he might get more work done.”Rafael's hand stopped in her hair. “My own wife.”“Someone has to tell you.”He drew her closer, and she settled into the space beside him with a quiet sigh. For a few minutes, there was only the pale light through the curtains and the comfortable weight of his arm around her.Then Raf
Married the Right Billionaire, Now My Family Begs Me Back FIFTY NINE
CHAPTER 59.By the time the last car left the driveway, Oktavia had grown tired of lying still. She remained beneath the coverlet while footsteps passed her door. Somewhere downstairs, glass clinked against glass as the servants cleared away what remained of the memorial. A woman spoke, too softly for Oktavia to make out the words. Another answered. Then the sounds moved farther away.Claire had checked on her twice.The first time, Oktavia had kept her eyes closed. The second, she had asked whether Rafael was still awake.“If you need something, you can tell me,” Claire had replied.Oktavia had said she needed nothing. Now the glass of water stood untouched beside the bed. She looked at it, remembering the maid's warning, and pushed the coverlet aside. Her feet met the cold floor. For a moment, she sat listening. No footsteps. No voices outside her room.She slipped on the cardigan she had left over the chair and crossed to the door. Keeping one hand against the wood, she turned the
Married the Right Billionaire, Now My Family Begs Me Back FIFTY EIGHT
CHAPTER 58.Rafael lowered Oktavia onto the guest-room bed, supporting her head until it rested against the pillow. Her fingers remained caught in the front of his jacket.He looked down at them, then carefully loosened her grip and placed her hand beside her. From downstairs came the faint sound of voices, too distant to distinguish, though he could still hear the uneasiness beneath them. The memorial had not ended. Three hundred guests were still in his mother's house, wondering whether the drinks in their hands were safe.Behind him, hurried footsteps stopped at the door.“Sir.”Claire entered, slightly out of breath. Her eyes moved from Rafael to the woman lying on the bed.“Call Dr. Neil,” Rafael said. “Tell him exactly what happened. I want her examined.”“Yes, Sir. Madam Viviane asked me to find Harris. I've already sent someone to—” A hand closed around Rafael's wrist.Oktavia's eyes were open. For a moment, she simply looked up at him. Then her fingers tightened, and she drew
Married the Right Billionaire, Now My Family Begs Me Back FIFTY SEVEN
CHAPTER 57.Tatiana hadn't even had the chance to open her mouth when Oktavia stepped closer. The smile that had been resting on the woman's face slowly changed. The corners of her lips curled into a sinister smirk, while her eyes traveled over Tatiana from head to toe, as though examining something she found utterly displeasing.Tatiana simply stood still before her sister.Beneath the golden glow of the chandeliers, the two women looked like they were merely exchanging ordinary greetings. There was nothing unusual about the distance between them. Nothing suspicious about their expressions.But Tatiana knew better than anyone that Oktavia's smiles were never quite as innocent as they seemed. Oktavia finally took another step forward.Then, in a voice so quiet that it was almost drowned out by the string quartet playing in the corner of the room, she whispered, "Did you think everything was over, Tatiana?"Tatiana stared at her without blinking.Oktavia tilted her head slightly, her s
Married the Right Billionaire, Now My Family Begs Me Back FIFTY SIX
CHAPTER 56.Since four o'clock that afternoon, the Moreira family home had no longer sounded like a home.A string quartet played slow, solemn classical music in the corner of the grand living room, the long notes of the violins hanging in the air like mist over water. White floral arrangements covered every flat surface: lilies atop the piano, chrysanthemums along the staircase, and white roses in crystal vases lining the hallways.Some of the lights had been dimmed, leaving only the soft golden glow of the chandeliers and wall sconces. Above the grand marble fireplace, a gold-framed portrait was illuminated by a small spotlight: a dark-haired man with sharp eyes and a stubborn chin, dressed in a black suit, wearing a smile that never quite reached completion.Albert Moreira.Black cars lined the driveway. Guests arrived one by one, men in dark suits, women in black dresses adorned with pearls and gloves. The servants collected their coats at the front door with practiced movements.
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