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Victory, Rain & Pinot Noir
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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
Too Late to Want Me; I chose your Billionaire Brother That’s revenge.
The hallway outside the hospital ward was still. Sterile. Too peaceful for the kind of news Benita had just received.The world had already moved on. They weren’t aware she had lost her world. Her joy, her happiness.“Gaby didn’t make it.” clanged like iron bars crashing against each other in her mind She watched his lifeless body through the glass door. Unable to go in. She slumped to the floor, shaking her head violently as if the motion could undo the truth, but it didn’t, no matter how many times she prayed it away. A wail tore from her throat into the silent hallway. Grief split her open.At that moment, she was nothing but a mother who had just lost her child. Not a Bellington. Not a Dawson. Just a hollow shell.People passed by. A few glanced over. No one stopped. No one could touch the raw pain pouring out of her like blood from a wound.Gaby was gone.Her baby. His soft giggle, his tiny hand clutching hers in sleep, his voice shouting, “Mommy! Mummy!” all over the house w
Too Late to Want Me; I chose your Billionaire Brother All at once
Ben’s laughter echoed softly in the room. He brushed Fiona’s hair to the ear, before pressing a kiss on her lips.Fiona stretched lazily against his chest, a picture of peace.Meanwhile, miles away, Benita’s legs ached from pacing the hospital corridors. Her hands trembled as she gripped her phone tighter, redialing Ben—voicemail. Again. Again. The doctor’s words haunted her: “If the surgery isn’t signed off within the hour, we’ll lose him.”“Waterside Hotels” Ben’s assistant whispered into the phone. “Please don’t say I told you.”Benita didn’t even grab her coat. She just ran.By the time she reached the hotel, she was breathless. Her fingers trembled as she rode the elevator up. Room 503. She pounded on the door.She didn’t plan what she’d say. She just needed Ben.It opened too slowly.“Benita! Jesus, you look horrible…”. Benita flinched. “I haven’t slept in days, Ben. Our son has been sick.”“At least you could take a bath and brush your hair…” Benita looked at him. He stood
Too Late to Want Me; I chose your Billionaire Brother Someone else knew
Benita hadn’t slept. All night, she sat curled on the edge of Gaby’s hospital bed, watching the soft rise and fall of his chest. The doctors said he was stable now. Despite the ominous aura around Cilian, she couldn't help but be grateful to him.Gaby's tiny hand rested in hers, still warm, still with her.She kissed it. “You held on,” she whispered, brushing hair from his forehead. “You held on for me and daddy.”Well, he held on for her. Just her.A soft knock at the door pulled her out of her thoughts.A nurse stepped in with an apologetic smile. “Mrs. Dawson… I’m sorry, but when can you make payments?”Benita stood, apologetic, “With everything happening… it skipped my mind for a moment, I’m sorry.”The nurse smiled, “I understand ma’am” she said, handing her a slip of paper.Benita stared at the paper.The longest three weeks of her life. Long, lonely days. Emergency care. Blood transfusion. ICU. Ben never came. Even though she had called him a million times. Begged him. Explain
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