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Too Late to Want Me; I chose your Billionaire Brother Shrill buzz
Benita woke to the shrill buzz of her phone on the nightstand. Her head felt heavy, eyes puffy from too little sleep and too much worry. She reached out blindly to silence the alarm, but instead, she found notifications. Hundreds of them. They poured in like a flood. Messages from sponsors pulling out of the charity gala, angry messages from mothers telling her that grief is not for stunt, viral tweets calling her a hypocrite, a disgrace. HypocriteMother. BellingtonShame. GalaFail.Benita sat up, her heart pounding. The air in the room suddenly felt too thin to breathe in. Before Benita could think, the door slammed opened. Mrs Belle walked in, eyes ablaze.“Look what you’ve done,” she shouted, “Look what you’ve done!”Benita stared at her mother, throat tightening.“For ten years, ten years your father and I worked so hard to erase the stench of embarrassment you gave us when you got married to that good for nothing Dawson. Now, look it’s all happening again! You’ve embarrassed
Too Late to Want Me; I chose your Billionaire Brother Red-eyed
Cillian sat at his dining table, alone, a half-finished plate of chicken and rice in front of him. The soft clinking of his fork was the only sound in the room, apart from the television blaring in the background.“You are the hypocrite standing there—”He looked up.There she was, again. Benita. Red-eyed.The news segment replayed the viral video. Every station had picked it up, every angle covered. But none of them aired what triggered her. Just the outburst.Cillian’s thumb hovered over his phone screen. He had been trying to call her since he saw the clip but he hadn’t called her once—not since the funeral. Not even after the gala announcement. He stared at the name a second longer. Press or don’t press? Ding-dong.The sound of his doorbell snapped him out of his head.He wasn’t expecting anyone.He walked to the door and opened it. There she was.Benita.Drained. Red-rimmed eyes. She was still in the outfit from the viral clip. Cillian observes. Before he could even greet her,
Too Late to Want Me; I chose your Billionaire Brother See you on the red carpet
Ring, Ring…..The phone ringtone echoed in the air, pulling Benita from a thirty minutes power nap. She dabbed her hands around, searching for it on the oversized bed. When she found it, she sat up, wiping the tiredness from her eyes. Another invitation, this time from a nonprofit focused on maternal health. They wanted her to speak about her loss, to share her journey with other mothers. They said her interview had touched people, had been honest and inspiring. Benita groaned softly, blaming the gala announcement for this. Benita glanced at the time on her screen. 2:40pm. Cillian hadn’t called since she left, not once. Ben’s persistent messages had abruptly stopped. She had no desire to step back into the spotlight, especially if it had to do with talking about her marriage and Gaby, but her mother insisted on this particularly event— called it “part of the healing.” So she had reluctantly agreed.—A guest speaker at a conference for women who had lost children.The hall was
Too Late to Want Me; I chose your Billionaire Brother Sergio Valenti
Benita’s driver pulled into the driveway of the Bellington Estate. It hadn’t changed a thing from ten years ago. If anything, it had become more grounded— more Bellington.Even the hedges trimmed by professionals, the fountain in the center of the courtyard looked spotless— like it had just been brought yesterday, yet it had been there for as long as she could remember. Everything was symmetrical. Proper. Perfect. Benita stepped out of the car, her light blue dress stuck to her body like a second skin. Her hair bounced on her back with every step she took into the overwhelming building. Her father met her at the door, arms stretched out to her only daughter. “Benita,” Benita ran into her father’s embrace. He smelled the same- warm and tobacco.“Welcome home, dear.” The man said, his eyes dull with emotion. Footsteps resounded in the background, pulling Benita from her father’s embrace. “Benita!” Her mother’s voice was loaded with excitement. “Is that you? Oh dear,” she cried, “
Too Late to Want Me; I chose your Billionaire Brother Cinnamon and Ginger
The rain had stopped, leaving behind a calm over the mansion. Benita stood on the patio, barefoot, soaked. Her shoulders trembled beneath her hoodie, stray drops slipped from her lashes as she looked up into the dull, gray skies. The door creaked open, Cillian stepped out, wrapped in a sweater the color of old charcoal. He was dry now. She didn’t notice the towel in his hands until he placed it over her head. The cotton caught in her damp curls, muffling the air around her. Then his hands, without thinking, began rolling it gently over her hair—pressing, squeezing, almost massaging. She didn’t resist. Didn’t flinch when his fingers brushed her temples. Instead, she giggled-under the towel- a small, girlish sound. It sounded like happiness. Yet it made something in his chest tighten. An emotion he couldn’t name. He imagined what it felt like to lose a child. He wondered if there was a small voice in her mind asking her why she didn’t let him play in the rain often. Why she d
Too Late to Want Me; I chose your Billionaire Brother Victory, Rain & Pinot Noir
Cillian collected his folder, and turned toward the door leaving Ben stunned to his spot. His fingers twitched, his face stripped of color, but Cillian pulled the door open without another glance at him. Once he reached his car, he loosened his collar and released a deep breath. Everything that unfolded today still felt surreal. It started so simply. “So this is what power feels like,” he muttered, almost laughing. “The ability to cause a ripple with a simple speech.”He loosened a button, “She was right about everything…” he ignited the engine. “Ben will lose his temper, he always does,” she had said, “You don’t need to fight. Just wait.”It played out exactly like that. Cillian exhaled sharply. “Everything.”He resigned to the window, and the shimmering night lights of the city caught his attention. Tonight, for the first time in six years, Cllian finally felt free.The city lights looked brighter. The lights in bar seemed to be calling out to him. He couldn’t help the urge to w
Too Late to Want Me; I chose your Billionaire Brother Victory, Rain & Pinot Noir
One of the board members glanced toward the head of the table. He sighed in resignation.“You bring a Bellington, you have our votes.”The sentence sealed Cillian’s fate. Even the AC hummed in reverence.Ben stammered. “You can’t be serious—”But they were already standing. Papers rustled, chairs pulled back. It was before he could catch up. Cillian collected his folder, and turned toward the door leaving Ben frozen. His fingers twitched, his face stripped of color as he watched his brother disappear through the door.Once Cillian reached his car, he loosened his collar and released a deep breath. Everything that unfolded today still felt surreal. “So this is what power feels like,” he muttered, almost laughing. “The ability to cause a ripple with a simple speech.”He loosened a button, and leaned back in his car. “She was right about everything…” he ignited the engine. “Everything.”“Ben will lose his temper, he always does,” she had said, “You don’t need to fight. Just wait.”It
Too Late to Want Me; I chose your Billionaire Brother Business is not talk
Fiona let out a furious scream, ripping the covers off her bed. “She’s mad! She’s absolutely insane! What is this?!”She tossed her tablet, and it went crashing against the floor. She sank into her bed, trying to calm down but the headlines pouring in rattled her. “Benita Bellington’s Bold Goodbye: A Divorce at Her Son’s Funeral”“What st*pid son?” she jolted up. “Who the f*** does she think she is?” “Ben was mine before she ever knew him. Mine. I only lend him to her. How dare she stand there pretending she dumped him— how dare she treat my man like shit?”She yanked open her closet, throwing out a dozen dresses before collapsing onto her ottoman. “You’re getting smart, aren’t you, Benita?”Benita walked out of Gaby’s funeral, straight into the spotlight—solo.Every word she had muttered at the funeral had become a trending topic. But for Ben Dawson, it was worse than that. Ben nearly tore his car apart as he punched the steering wheel again. And again.“What the hell was that?!
Too Late to Want Me; I chose your Billionaire Brother I choose you.
Benita blinked like she hadn’t heard him right.“Marry you?” her voice hoarse.Cillian strode across the room, hands in pockets, his gray eyes pinned on her until he sank into the chair next to her. “…Yeah.” “You’re insane.”“I’m not,” he replied, “I do need you by my side.”Benita shifted back, wounded. “You sound like him.”Cilian’s brow twitched. “Ben?”“You’re both using me,” she said. Her voice cracked.“Need is the right word, Benita. I need you.”“Stop saying that!” Benita snapped, “That’s the same thing Ben said too…”“I’m not Ben!” Cillian cried out, “I’m an ex-convict. An ex-convict reaching for the most powerful seat on the board of Dawson’s Construction Company. Does it sound possible?” Benita recoiled. She was surprised— at the way he raised his voice. The way he rattled when it concerned Ben.“It might not be a billion-dollar company yet, but with me on that seat, it will happen. I know the groundwork of DCC like I know the back of my palm. I know its future. But I do
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