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Chapter 22 – Brewed Awakening
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Sips of Seduction: The Billionaire Heiress Chapter 23 – The First Pour
The glass doors of the Navarro Coffee branch swung open with a chime, and Celine stepped inside. The air was heavy with espresso and caramel syrup, the hiss of steaming milk blending with the chatter of customers. It smelled nothing like boardrooms or polished leather—it smelled alive.For a moment, she stood frozen, clutching the strap of her bag as though it could anchor her. This was no longer the safe bubble of the corporate tower. Here, people came for their caffeine fix, their brief respite before diving back into the chaos of the city. Here, she was just another face behind the counter.“Celine!”Marites’s voice cut through the noise, warm and steady. The older woman bustled from the bar, her apron dusted with coffee grounds, her smile wide enough to ease the tension in Celine’s chest.“You actually came. Thought you might chicken out.”Celine managed a wry smile. “I thought about it. Twice.”“Good. That means you’re human.” Marites pressed a folded apron into her hands. “Come
Sips of Seduction: The Billionaire Heiress Chapter 22 – Brewed Awakening
The city greeted Celine with a rush of noise and color, a tide of life that seemed to push against the silence she carried from Navarro Plaza. The glass doors had closed behind her, sealing off the marble floors and clipped voices of her father’s empire. Ahead stretched cracked sidewalks, traffic horns, and the warm, uneven pulse of people simply trying to live.She kept walking, each step loosening the invisible chain that had bound her for years. Her heels clicked against the pavement, too formal for the street yet steady, as if refusing to betray her uncertainty. A group of students brushed past her, laughing over something one of them said, their joy so uncalculated it almost startled her.Her phone buzzed again. She glanced down, rereading Marites’s message. Need an extra pair of hands at the branch. Swing by if you’re free.She pressed her palm over the phone, holding it against her chest. The words were simple, unadorned, but they were an anchor to her. Marites didn’t demand. S
Sips of Seduction: The Billionaire Heiress Chapter 21 – Grounds for Escape
The conference room was a cathedral of glass and steel, sunlight filtering through the high windows, bouncing off polished tables that seemed designed to intimidate. Celine had grown up in this room—board meetings, shareholder briefings, family arguments disguised as business discussions. She had learned early how to turn her face into neutrality and answer questions without revealing anything she honestly thought.But she wasn’t a silent heir or a dutiful daughter this morning. She was a problem.“Explain yourself,” her father’s voice boomed, the edge of command so sharp it cut the air. His tailored suit, his silver cufflinks, the way he leaned forward with disappointment carved into every line of his face—Celine felt it like a hand pressing her down.Across the table, her older brother Mateo smirked, as if enjoying the spectacle. He didn’t have to say a word. His presence was enough, the favored son, the golden heir, sitting comfortably while she burned.“I thought I was clear,” Cel
Sips of Seduction: The Billionaire Heiress Chapter 20 – The Barista Mask
The bell over the door chimed, and the morning rush seemed to suspend itself for a moment. Sunlight angled across the counter and set the foam flecks to sparkle. Someone had left a paper cup on the pick-up shelf with a name scrawled in big, awkward letters: Lain.Celine sighed, more amused than embarrassed. She dabbed at a spill with the practiced motions she’d been learning; the job taught her hands to move before her mind caught up. “Worst barista ever,” she muttered, tucked the cup into the back where it would wait for its owner.Orders rolled in like a steady tide: Americanos, oat lattes, a complicated frappe that required extra pumps of caramel. The frenzy was a kind of music. Marites called shots from the register with a voice equal to drill sergeant and cheerleader. Coworkers bumped hips, traded gossip, and covered each other when a pitcher foamed over. The chaos felt honest—no polished smiles for shareholders, no staged applause.During a lull, a kid at a corner table held up
Sips of Seduction: The Billionaire Heiress Chapter 19 – Bitter Aftertaste
Liam sat in the corner of the cramped apartment, the glow of his phone burning into his tired eyes. Another message had arrived—this time not just vague instructions but a list, precise and cold.Delivery records. Invoices. Supplier logs. Send photos. Tonight.Beneath it was an address: Navarro Coffee, the branch he had been circling for days. The same branch where Celine worked.The demand gnawed at him. Watching from a distance was one thing. But stealing? Recording documents? That meant entering her space, brushing shoulders with people who didn’t deserve to be caught in his mess.He shoved the phone face down on the table, but the words clung to him like a bitter aftertaste. Refusal wasn’t an option—not with Sofia still recovering or bills climbing higher by the week.By afternoon, he found himself outside the branch again. The café bustled with weekday chaos—delivery riders weaving in and out, customers tapping their feet impatiently, the espresso machine hissing like a beast at
Sips of Seduction: The Billionaire Heiress Chapter 18 – Brewed in Silence
Liam sat at the edge of his bed, staring at the plain envelope on the table as if it might bite him. The paper was bent where his fingers had crushed it last night, the corners smudged from his grip. He should have burned it. Shredded it. Flushed it down the toilet and pretended none of it had ever happened.But on the dresser, just beside his wallet, lay Sofia’s hospital bracelet—thin plastic, her name written in fading ink. That little band weighed more than iron shackles. It reminded him of every promise he’d made, every vow he couldn’t afford to break. He rubbed a hand over his face, then shoved the envelope into his bag.By midmorning, he was seated at a corner table in Navarro Coffee, laptop open as a shield. The glow of the café surrounded him: the hiss of the espresso machine, the sweet smell of caramel syrup, the low hum of customers chatting over muffins. It should have been comforting. Instead, it made his skin itch with guilt.He glanced toward the counter, pretending to s
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