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One Hundred And Fourty-Seven

Penulis: Racheal Novella
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-07-20 01:25:30

The morning sun spilled softly through the half-open blinds of Caleb’s room. The warmth of the light brushed across his face as he lay still, stretched out on the bed, one hand tucked beneath his head while the other held something tenderly against his chest, a small, worn photograph.

It was the one he had unknowingly left near the dresser a few days ago, a picture of Crystal, Adrian, and little Zoe. A family portrait. The edges were slightly creased, the ink just beginning to fade at the corners, but the image remained vivid: Crystal’s gentle smile, Adrian’s arm wrapped protectively around her, and Zoe’s bright eyes staring straight ahead, full of innocence and laughter.

Caleb stared at it in silence, his breath slowing, his mind running far beyond the quiet walls of the room.

His thumb brushed over Crystal’s face.

“I don’t know how to apologize to you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, almost like it was afraid to speak. “I don’t know how to make up for all the pain I caused
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  • The Price of His Betrayal    One Hundred And Fourty-Eight

    The scent of seasoned garlic, buttery thyme, and sizzling steak had already taken over the atmosphere like a lover’s perfume, lingering, heady, intoxicating. Rosie pushed the door gently and stepped into the house, letting it click softly behind her. She sighed, exhausted but strangely comforted, her heels making a dull thud against the hardwood floor.She shrugged off her office coat, flung it lazily onto the couch, and began to follow the trail of that delicious aroma wafting through the air like a gentle invitation.Her lips curled into a smile as she could hear the faint clink of cutlery and the sizzling whisper of food on the stove. Turning the corner into the kitchen, the sight that met her melted her.There he was.Caleb, shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows, forearms flexing slightly as he chopped vibrant vegetables on the island counter. The overhead light cast a golden hue over his face, and for a second, Rosie just stared, appreciating this rare moment. He looked... peaceable

  • The Price of His Betrayal    One Hundred And Fourty-Seven

    The morning sun spilled softly through the half-open blinds of Caleb’s room. The warmth of the light brushed across his face as he lay still, stretched out on the bed, one hand tucked beneath his head while the other held something tenderly against his chest, a small, worn photograph.It was the one he had unknowingly left near the dresser a few days ago, a picture of Crystal, Adrian, and little Zoe. A family portrait. The edges were slightly creased, the ink just beginning to fade at the corners, but the image remained vivid: Crystal’s gentle smile, Adrian’s arm wrapped protectively around her, and Zoe’s bright eyes staring straight ahead, full of innocence and laughter.Caleb stared at it in silence, his breath slowing, his mind running far beyond the quiet walls of the room.His thumb brushed over Crystal’s face.“I don’t know how to apologize to you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, almost like it was afraid to speak. “I don’t know how to make up for all the pain I caused

  • The Price of His Betrayal    One Hundred And Fourty-Six

    The morning sun filtered gently through the curtains, dancing softly on the polished tiles of the Blackwoods' mansion. Birds chirped faintly in the distance, but inside, the silence felt heavier than usual. Crystal stirred awake, only to realize the other side of the bed was empty. Adrian was already out for work. She sat up slowly, brushing her loose strands of hair behind her ear. A part of her wanted to crawl back under the covers, but another part, uneasy and restless, drew her out of bed. Something had been bothering her. Something she hadn’t been able to shake since yesterday. After slipping into her robe, she moved downstairs quietly. The house was still, apart from the occasional clinking sound of the help in the kitchen. Her legs took her to Adrian’s study almost unconsciously. The door creaked open softly as she entered. It was still as she remembered it the last time she cleaned it up—a few files stacked neatly on the mahogany desk, the faint smell of fresh paper and

  • The Price of His Betrayal    One Hundred And Fourty-Five

    The room was dimly lit, bathed in soft amber from the bedside lamp. Zoey had finally fallen asleep, his tiny chest rising and falling peacefully under the covers between them. His favorite stuffed bunny lay clutched tightly to his side, one hand still wrapped gently around Adrian’s finger before slipping into sleep.Crystal’s hand lingered in Zoey’s hair a little longer than usual, brushing back the curls with care, her fingers trembling slightly — not from exhaustion, but from unrest.Adrian noticed.He was leaning against the headboard, half-immersed in a report he had been reviewing, when her voice broke the silence.Soft. Shaky. Troubled.“I don’t understand it,” she said.Adrian looked up, confused. “Understand what?”Crystal turned to him slowly, her eyes still reflecting the images replaying in her mind.“The way Caleb reacted today. The way he ran after Zoey like he was chasing his own heart.” She paused, exhaling heavily. “That wasn’t just instinct, Adrian. That was something

  • The Price of His Betrayal    One Hundred And Fourty-Four

    The soft rustle of paper filled the quiet space of the Blackwoods' living room. Caleb sat on the far end of the couch, legs slightly crossed, a slim folder balanced over his lap. The golden afternoon sun filtered through the grand windows, casting long shadows over the polished floor and warm hues against the cream-colored drapes. A half-filled mug of coffee sat forgotten on the table beside him, steam now gone cold. His fingers turned each page slowly, mind half-occupied with numbers and notes, half-distracted by something deeper, something he could not quite name.His eyes, though trailing over figures and files, lifted now and then to scan the house around him. The Blackwoods' mansion had a softness to it, a kind of lived-in warmth that echoed with laughter and the rhythm of domestic life. Adrian was somewhere down the hallway, handling a call about a new corporate venture. Crystal, earlier, had called out a greeting as she went upstairs to get ready for work, holding little Zoey's

  • The Price of His Betrayal    One Hundred And Fourty-Three

    The silence between them hung like fog in the room, thick, unmoving, heavy with unspoken pain.Rosie stood near the stairs, arms folded, but not in defiance anymore. Her fingers trembled slightly against her arms, and her breathing was shallow. Her chest rose and fell in quick motions, like her heart was struggling to keep pace with everything she was feeling.Caleb slowly rose from the couch.There was a softness in his eyes now, a haunted, weathered softness that didn’t exist before. Not in Christian Blake. Not in the man who once ruled boardrooms with arrogance and charm. No. This was something else entirely.Something broken. Something healing.Without a word, he stepped forward. Quiet. Careful.He closed the space between them like someone approaching a fragile thing. And maybe that’s exactly what Rosie was at that moment, fragile. Angry. And aching.He lifted one hand… and gently placed it against her cheek.His thumb brushed just beneath her eye.His touch was warm, trembling s

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