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SPG| Chapter 97: The Warmth I Missed
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The Billionaire's Borrowed Bride Chapter 99: Held Close After a Long Day
Rafael practically spat out his drink while laughing, the sound bursting out of him so suddenly that even I was caught off guard. He leaned back, holding his stomach, his shoulders shaking with amusement. I stared at him, my brows slowly drawing together, trying to understand what exactly he found so hilarious. He looked completely unbothered, totally carefree, like the world was not sitting heavily on both our shoulders. I narrowed my eyes at him, my confusion growing by the second. "What's with that face, Gigi?" he asked between lingering chuckles. He straightened up, wiped the corner of his mouth, and looked at me with a grin that I had seen far too many times. "Of course, I'm just kidding." A long breath escaped me, heavier than I intended. I rolled my eyes slowly and shook my head at him. For a moment I really thought he meant it, and it scared me a bit. Not because of what he said, but because of how tired I was of unnecessary complications. Especially when it came to these
The Billionaire's Borrowed Bride Chapter 98: Unveiling Truths
I started to heal and live again because that’s how life goes, right? Life doesn’t stop for grief or pain, even if our hearts sometimes wish it would. We need to move forward so we can finally mend the wound that neither of us caused, that neither of us ever wanted to carry. And yet, moving forward is never as simple as it sounds. There are days when I still catch myself pausing, staring at nothing, feeling the hollow ache that Grandma’s absence left in my chest. I remind myself, over and over, that healing doesn’t mean forgetting. It means finding the courage to continue living, even when the past still whispers cruelly in my ear. It hasn’t been easy for me. Every morning, I force myself to get out of bed, to dress, to face the world, even though a part of me still wants to curl up and disappear. I manage, fighting every day, even though there isn’t a moment when I don’t miss grandma. She was my anchor, my compass, my safe haven, and now I was drifting without her. I had accepted l
The Billionaire's Borrowed Bride SPG| Chapter 97: The Warmth I Missed
Even now, Leandro was still upset, which explained the attitude he had earlier during dinner. Don Severino had told me to just try to appease him, saying that’s just how men are. I wasn’t entirely sure if that was true, but I trusted his wisdom more than my own judgments most of the time. Maybe he was right. Ever since grandma passed away, I had hardly spent time with Leandro. I couldn’t fully give myself as his girlfriend because I had lost interest in almost everything. Everything felt dull. Everything seemed empty. I also realized that what had been happening between us wasn’t right, and I wanted to make it up to him. I wanted to reclaim the days and hours lost in our relationship because I had chosen to isolate myself, burying myself in grief and anger instead of leaning on him for comfort. I slowly, carefully entered the bedroom, moving like I didn’t want to disturb anything. The lights were dim, the curtains drawn just enough to soften the light from outside. I immediately sa
The Billionaire's Borrowed Bride Chapter 96: The Fight We Didn’t Need
The moment I pushed open the heavy doors of the mansion, my name sliced through the air like a warning. “Gianna!” Leandro’s voice was sharp and loud, filled with urgency that froze me right where I stood. The sound echoed across the grand foyer, bouncing off polished marble floors and tall white columns. I paused, breath caught somewhere in my chest. I had rehearsed this moment in my mind on the drive home, but somehow the reality felt harsher. My heartbeat had not calmed since the cemetery. The echo of Luciana’s laughter, the sting of her words, and the memory of her nails digging into my skin clung to me like smoke. When I lifted my gaze, I saw Leandro emerging from the living room with long, hurried strides. The worry etched on his face was unmistakable. His jaw was set tightly and his brows were drawn together. His eyes scanned me up and down like he was searching for something wrong. “Where have you been?” he demanded, his voice vibrating with irritation and something sharpe
The Billionaire's Borrowed Bride Chapter 95: A Threat Among the Graves
Half a month had passed since grandma died, but in the small, private rooms of my mind it still felt like it happened yesterday. Memory replayed itself in a loop, a reel of small, tender fragments: her hands smoothing my hair, the way she hummed while she cooked, the shape of her laugh when something silly happened on television. Each image arrived like a physical thing, and each left me with the same hollow ache in my chest. Maybe that is how life is supposed to be. We keep moving even when we do not want to, because someone waits for us to stand, because someone needs us. There were faces that expected me to be the steady one now, to carry more of the weight than before. I had to keep going for them, even when I did not feel like it. I had to keep going because that was what grandma would have wanted. She never asked me to hide my grief. She would have wanted me to live. I helped Trina’s family get back on their feet after the fire. The house they had once filled with laughter ha
The Billionaire's Borrowed Bride Chapter 94: Caught Between Curiosity and Grief
I wanted to open the box Grandma had kept so carefully for me. I had no idea what was inside, and the same question kept looping in my head: why had she never given it to me until now? The box felt heavier than it looked. It was small, a little wooden thing with a carved lid that fit perfectly beneath my palms. I traced the grooves with my thumb, the motions automatic, as if the touch of the wood might reveal secrets without me having to break the lock. The carved name on the lid gleamed faintly under the soft light of the living room lamp. My name. “What do you think is inside?” I asked Aunt Amelia, then glanced at Leandro. He was watching me quietly, his expression thoughtful. “And why did I only find this now? Why did she hide it from me?” No one answered. The silence that followed felt heavy, not the waiting kind but the thick pause of people unsure what to say. Faces softened and then turned away. I almost slapped my forehead in frustration . Why did I expect them to know? It
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