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The lengths I’d go for you
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2025-10-31 09:26:27
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Too Late to Want Me; I chose your Billionaire Brother Officially one
The day of the wedding was a study in deliberate contrast. Outside the perimeter of the St. James Mansion gardens, chaos reigned. The highly-publicized "Charity Gala"—the brilliant decoy orchestrated by Kent—had successfully drawn every camera crew, socialite, and corporate climber away from the small, significant event taking place within the mansion's walls. Inside the quiet sanctuary of the garden, a profound peace settled. The air was fragrant with simple white roses, exactly the color of hope, and the soft strains of acoustic music—played by Noah—drifted from beneath the old oak tree. There were no grand decorations, no elaborate seating arrangements, just two elegant chairs for the couple and three small benches for the rest of the family: Sylvester, Lola, Kent, and baby Gill. Benita stood in the master suite, her nerves strangely absent. Her dress was simple, elegant silk, chosen for its comfort, not its volume. She wore no excessive jewelry, letting the sapphire engagement r
Too Late to Want Me; I chose your Billionaire Brother Full veto
The morning after the celebratory reunion, the villa’s grand living room transformed into the most unusual planning session of their collective careers. Instead of balance sheets and market reports, the central focus was a single, blank mood board and a strict mandate: simplicity and absolute secrecy. Cillian and Benita sat at the head of the table, their engagement rings—the sapphire and the diamond—glinting in the morning light. They were flanked by Lola and Sylvester, while Kent set up his high-security satellite link, already looking stressed by the lack of complexity. "We have to approach this like a covert operation," Cillian stated, his demeanor exactly as it would be before a hostile acquisition. "The goal is a beautiful wedding with zero media footprint and zero drama. This, ironically, is the hardest project we've ever taken on." "And it has to feel like us," Benita added, folding her hands neatly. "Not a PR event. We want the antithesis of a society wedding." The challe
Too Late to Want Me; I chose your Billionaire Brother The lengths I’d go for you
The moment Benita whispered, "Absolutely and irrevocably, yes," was the final punctuation mark on years of chaos. As Cillian slid the bespoke, deep-blue sapphire onto her finger, the simple action carried the weight of every past battle and future promise. They stayed kneeling in the warm sand for a long time, the silence broken only by the sound of the ocean and the frantic, happy thumping of their own hearts. When they finally stood, Benita looked at the ring, then back at Cillian, her eyes reflecting the last, fiery light of the tropical sunset. "I can't believe the lengths you went to," Benita whispered, her voice still thick with emotion. "The lie, the seaplane, the chaos and confusion you caused just to give me this peace." Cillian pulled her close, resting his forehead against hers. "It was the only way to prove my term of the contract, Benni. Protection. I needed to protect this moment from everything else. I needed to prove that my strategic mind is now entirely dedicated
Too Late to Want Me; I chose your Billionaire Brother Will you marry me?
The sleek, corporate jet was a sanctuary, carrying Cillian and Benita high above the world. The flight had begun with the comforting chaos of Sylvester and Lola performing their roles: exaggerated discussions of mooring fees in Sardinia, loud complaints about the slow progress of the alleged yacht charter. But hours into the flight, the feigned commotion had ceased. Sylvester and Lola had retreated to a separate cabin, and a deep, unnerving quiet settled over the main cabin. Benita was looking at her tablet, but Cillian watched her brow furrow, knowing her keen mind was detecting the deception. "We passed the standard point of no return for Europe hours ago, Cill," Benita stated calmly, without looking up. "We're flying due south, not east. If the yacht in Sardinia had a systems failure, we would have rerouted to an airport in France or Spain. We are currently heading toward the equator. Where are we really going?" Cillian put down his drink, meeting her gaze with a controlled cal
Too Late to Want Me; I chose your Billionaire Brother No more lies
The sun was high when Cillian finally pulled Benita aside. The manor was quiet, Sylvester and Lola having left early for their respective cover stories—Sylvester to coordinate the settlement details, and Lola to ensure her cousin was moved to a private room. Cillian found Benita in the sunroom, looking over her personal tablet. She looked relaxed, but Cillian knew her mind would soon register the significant unauthorized withdrawal he had made. He couldn't risk her hearing about the money through a corporate report or a leak. He needed to confess the plan immediately. He walked over and pulled up a chair, taking both of her hands in his. "Before you look at the Bellington ledgers this morning, we need to talk," Cillian said, his voice dropping to a low, serious tone. "I need to tell you the full truth about what happened with Lola yesterday." Benita’s gaze sharpened instantly. She put the tablet down, giving him her full, unwavering attention. "I already know about the settlement,
Too Late to Want Me; I chose your Billionaire Brother Intimate
The intimate birthday party had been a spectacular success, ending in a cascade of laughter and genuine affection. Around midnight, the celebration naturally dissolved. Cillian and Benita ascended the grand staircase, their hands linked, promising a lifetime of intentionally joyful moments. Kent was already calling a cab, his mind clearly back on the markets. Lola and Sylvester lingered in the ballroom, sharing a final glass of champagne, watching the bartender discreetly pack up. Lola was relaxed and beautiful, her scarlet dress shimmering in the low light. "That was the best night of my life, Syl," Lola whispered, leaning her head against his shoulder. "No strategies, no contracts, just... family." Sylvester kissed the top of her head. "It's what you deserve, Lola. Forever." Just then, her phone, which had been silent all evening, gave a sudden, insistent trill. Lola glanced at the screen, and her smile instantly dimmed. The light in her eyes, so vibrant moments before, flickere
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