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Too Late to Want Me; I chose your Billionaire Brother The day since Isla…
The noise of the office didn’t bother her today.Phones ringing. A printer chewing paper in the hallway. Lola rearranging stacks of documents.It all folded into a dull, manageable hum—one that was just enough to keep her thoughts from drifting toward the things she couldn’t fix.Benita sat at her desk, hands motionless on the keyboard, eyes unfocused on the email she’d opened five minutes ago and never read.She hadn’t spoken to Cillian since… everything.Since Isla.Since every tabloid headline decided her heartbreak was old news.There was a framed photo on her bookshelf—her photo of herself and Gaby. Benita got up and turned it face-down without a word.Her phone buzzed once.Kent.I’m downstairs. You free for a minute?Benita stared at the screen. Considered ignoring it. Then typed:Come up.A moment later, a soft knock at her door. Then Kent stepped in, dressed like he was dropping by from a quick office run. He held up two coffee cups.“Figured caffeine was safer at ten a.m.”
Too Late to Want Me; I chose your Billionaire Brother Shame. On all of us.
Cillian poured his third cup of coffee in the dark.He didn’t bother turning on the main lights. Just the dim overhanging bulb above the sink, casting the kitchen in a low gold wash that somehow made everything look worse.He looked around and released a sharp exhale.The silence felt personal—like it disapproved of him.He sipped the burning coffee again. It scalded his tongue. He didn’t care.His phone buzzed again.Another ping. Another article. Another caption.“Finally over Benita Bellington?”“Was he even interested in her?”He didn’t click. Not anymore. He’d seen them all already—each a more insufferable twist of the same knife. He stared at that one viral photo— that had exceeded all other two.Him and Isla walking out of Aubergine, her hand wrapped lightly around his arm, smiling like she’d won something. And him? He couldn’t even remember what he was thinking in that moment.Letting her hold him like that. He had always known deep in his gut, that Isla was both promise an
Too Late to Want Me; I chose your Billionaire Brother Power play: love triangle
BenitaShe didn’t hear her phone buzzing until the sixth vibration.Benita blinked at the ceiling, the room washed in the pale, cloud-thick morning. Her phone kept humming against the nightstand, relentless now.She finally reached for it, eyes still unfocused, and tapped the screen.Her inbox had exploded. Mentions, messages, headlines. A single link stared back at her—clipped from an entertainment segment and forwarded six times from six different people she hadn’t spoken to in months.She played it.Belle, pristine in a winter-white coat and oversized sunglasses, stood outside some high-end restaurant, backlit by a chorus of cameras.“It’s such a shame my daughter’s not interested in him. He’s a promising young man,”Belle said smoothly,“I’m happy to have helped elevate his career.”Benita sat up slowly.Played it again. She replayed it over and over until the words settled somewhere behind her ribs, clawing.Why did she say that?Why now?“What’s wrong with my mother?” She mumble
Too Late to Want Me; I chose your Billionaire Brother We’ll know by morning
CillianAubergine was dimly lit in that curated, upscale way that made every table feel like a stage. And Isla Hale had never been more in her element.“Cillian, we already discussed. I just want to see you to win.“Cillian rolled his eyes as if to say tell me something new. “You had no right to leak the Bellington footage.” He said voice low.She laughed, soft and easy, but her gaze sharpened.The waiter came and went. Cillian noticed Isla’s games. She was laughing at everything he said. Even the unfunny ones. A pretend date. He let her.“Cillian if you give me a chance, you’ll find I’m that worth the trouble.”“You had your chance, Isla. Now it’s someone else’s.”Her jaw tightened. “Belle walked through your doors with the look of a wounded woman, but her return was a walk of triumph.I got curious. And I needed answers.”“Have you gotten any?” he said.“Unfortunately,” Isla shook her head, “it got more complicated. No one else is seeing Belle’s interest in you. They all think it i
Too Late to Want Me; I chose your Billionaire Brother If you won’t screw her…
CillianHe woke up before his alarm, the taste of her kiss still ghosting his mouth.It had been hours. Enough time to let it fade, enough distance to convince himself it didn’t matter. But it hadn’t. It hadn’t faded, and it did matter.Benita had looked at him like she hadn’t expected him—but hoped, maybe. Her voice had said his name like she used to, soft and unguarded. And then she kissed him.A mistake. He told himself that. A lapse. They couldn’t go back, not to what they were.But God, he wanted to see her again.He sat up, dragging a hand through his hair. His suit jacket was still tossed over the chair. He hadn’t even changed when he got home. Just collapsed into bed like someone hit him with a memory and a longing all at once.Roo.Cillian exhaled through his nose, just picturing that ridiculous puffball curling up beside her, nose twitching, paws in the air. Already sleeping next to her like he belonged.Lucky dog.He dressed quickly, kept his tie loose. There was too much h
Too Late to Want Me; I chose your Billionaire Brother For the quiet days that being grief
The cabin had not grown on her yet. It wasn’t home. It didn’t wrap her up in the warm and cozy way she’d hoped.Some days, the quiet brought grief. Like today. Right now. Tonight…She opened the door and paused at the doorway with her hand still on the knob. For a second her life in another dimension flashed. The one where Gaby is still alive. And the sound of his feet, small and delighted, is racing towards her. Gaby used to do that. Six years old, all teeth and light. He’d wrap his arms around her and look up like she was the best thing in the world.She shut the door behind her with a soft sigh. Her heels came off. Her earrings too. She moved with routine precision, unzipping herself from the world.She didn’t cry. It wasn’t that kind of grief. Just a memory sharp enough to sting as it passed.She went through the usual motions: earrings on the tray, kettle filled, pajama set laid out. She set her phone on the counter, as she reached the kitchen.Cillian hadn’t called. Not s
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