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What the hell?

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last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-08-16 19:12:06

The knock came just as Benita dropped her bag on the chair. It was soft, deliberate, like whoever stood outside had no intention of leaving until someone answered.

Lola looked up from where she was untying her hair. “You expecting anyone?”

Benita shook her head. Her voice came out low, weary. “No. Not at all.”

It had been a draining day, the kind where even small talk at the office felt like hauling rocks. She had planned to sink into the couch, maybe let the silence of the apartment numb her thoughts. But the knock came again. Same rhythm. Same patience.

Lola muttered something under her breath and went to the door. When she opened it, the fatigue in Benita’s body turned sharp and electric.

Cillian.

He stood there, framed in the dim hallway light. No jacket, just a dark shirt rolled at the sleeves, his presence filling the small space like an inevitability. His gaze swept past Lola, finding Benita instantly.

“I need to speak with you,” he said.

Lola folded her arms across her chest,
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  • Too Late to Want Me; I chose your Billionaire Brother   You did everything to be with her.

    The silence after Benita’s departure hung thick in the mansion, heavy as smoke. Her words still echoed down the hall, bitter as poison: It’s over.The front door had slammed. Her perfume lingered faintly in the air, like a ghost that refused to leave.Cillian remained standing in the center of the parlor, hands loose at his sides, eyes fixed on nothing. His jaw flexed, but no sound came from him.Behind him, footsteps creaked. Kent. Then Syl.The brothers exchanged a glance before speaking.Kent broke first. His voice was low, almost careful.“Was that really necessary, Cill?”No answer.Kent tried again, this time firmer. “Benita. You didn’t even try to stop her.”Cillian turned slightly, just enough that the lamplight caught the hard angle of his cheek. “And what would you have had me say?”“That she matters!” Kent snapped. “That you didn’t mean it the way it sounded, that you weren’t throwing her family under the bus just to—” He cut himself off, realizing his voice had risen. He e

  • Too Late to Want Me; I chose your Billionaire Brother   After the conference…

    After Cillian’s declaration at the press conference, the chamber of the Elders was a storm.Heavy velvet curtains swallowed the morning light, but nothing could dim the fire in the voices bouncing off the domed ceiling. The long table of oak, polished so often it gleamed like glass, now rattled under fists and fury.“The audacity of that boy!” one Elder spat, his cane striking the floor with each syllable. “He drags us into the mud before the city!”“Who gave him the right?” another snapped. “We trusted him with one task — one! Defend us, stabilize the narrative. Instead, he paints us as villains!”“I warned you from the start!” cried a third, face red as flame. “St. James was a mistake! A wolf invited into the sheepfold.”Their rage overlapped, tangled into a chorus of outrage. Papers were flung, cups overturned. In the midst of it all, the only figure unmoved was the one who mattered most.Mr. Ade.Seated at the head of the table, the Elder of Elders did not speak. His hands were fo

  • Too Late to Want Me; I chose your Billionaire Brother   Oakland city is broken

    Belle Bellington didn’t speak a word when Cillian led her out of the foundation.Not a word during the long walk to the car.Not when the night wind pressed against the windows, or when Oakland’s skyline glittered cold and distant on the horizon.But she couldn’t unsee it.The darkness in his eyes.Not the kind that came from prison, or loss, or regret. This was something else—an authority, a finality, a conviction so sharp it cut through her spine.For the first time in years, Belle Bellington felt small.She opened her mouth once, shut it again. He gripped the wheel, knuckles pale, jaw set, his profile carved from stone. The silence pressed in until—His phone vibrated.The name lit up the screen.Benita.Cillian reached, thumb hovering over the green icon. But before he could answer, Belle’s voice sliced through the air.“Benni,” she said, leaning toward the phone, her words low, shaking, but laced with something cruel. “Come get me. I can’t spend another moment with this man.”Cil

  • Too Late to Want Me; I chose your Billionaire Brother   Differences

    Belle Bellington had always known the day would come.Not this place, not this hour, and definitely not this man.The Gabby Dawson Foundation had become her refuge, the only corner of Oakland where she could reguag her past couldn’t whisper her name. Here, she was just a grieving benefactor, a quiet investor whose money built playgrounds and bought books. No one asked questions, no one looked too closely.So when the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the marble corridor, her body stiffened before her mind even placed the rhythm.Not Luke. Not even Benita. Him?Cillian St. James.Relief pricked her first — finally, someone had found her. Someone who could take her out of this limbo of shadows. But that relief was instantly shadowed by disappointment, bitter and sharp. Out of everyone in the world, it had to be him. The ex-convict, the wild card, the man who had ruined her daughter’s life simply by existing on its periphery.She smoothed her scarf across her shoulders, lifted her

  • Too Late to Want Me; I chose your Billionaire Brother   Gaby’s Memorial foundation

    Benita’s pacing was a rhythm of defiance. Back and forth across the wide windows of the Bellington estate, her heels clipped against the polished floor in steady rebellion. The sun had dragged itself high into the sky, and yet no word had come. No message. No call. Not even the coldest update. Cillian had promised her last night that he would handle it. And now it was nearly three in the afternoon, and still—silence. Her hands twisted together, nails pressing crescents into her skin. “Benni,” Luke said from the armchair, voice weary, “you have to give him time. He’s not careless. Just trust him.” She stopped pacing, turned to him. “I’m losing my mind just waiting…” “The day is almost gone and we haven’t heard from him.” Her father rubbed his temples, already searching for another hope. But Benita was already at the door, headed out. Suddenly, her phone vibrated in her hand. “Kent?” “Benita,” his voice came low, measured, but edged with urgency, “do you know what Cillian’s doi

  • Too Late to Want Me; I chose your Billionaire Brother   As if on cue

    “I know what you’ve found,” Luke said quietly.Benita’s throat tightened. “Do you?”His gaze flickered toward the folder between them, then back to her. “I’ve been told. And I suppose there’s no point in denying it anymore.” He drew in a long breath and released it, almost like a confession already pressing at his lips. “Your mother and I should never have crossed paths.”Benita sat straighter. “What?”Luke leaned back, his eyes closing briefly, then opened them again, forcing himself to look at her. “It didn’t begin with Belle. It began with Julia Vale.”Benita blinked. Julia Vale. The name rang in her chest like a cracked bell.“Your grandfather thought me careless, spoiled,” Luke continued, his tone measured but shaking underneath. “But Julia… he was brilliant. Ruthless in ways I could never be. We were young men trying to build something out of nothing. The business wasn’t even called Bellington back then. It was just an idea—a building, a handful of desperate schemes. He wanted m

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