《BILLIONAIRE'S LIES》全部章節：第 61 章 - 第 70 章

The next morning, she was awakened by the birds at the window chirping their melodies out into the air, spilling through the slats of blinds. Warm buttery smells of fresh-baked croissants drifted about the house, and a smile crossed her face. She stretched, yawned lazily, had the comfort of her bed, and then slid out to greet the day. Her dreams from last night lingered, filling her with a quiet determination.Wendy and Leila were already in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. Wendy was always going to be that matriarch, coordinating the perfect spread, while Leila softly sang in the background, sorting out a vase of fresh flowers in the table center."Good morning, dear," Wendy said, eyes lighting up upon seeing Sabrina come into the room. "How are you feeling today? Does the little one let you sleep well?"Sabrina nodded, touching her belly. "We slept well, Grandma. Thanks."Leila turned, holding a plate of warm pastries. "Sit down, sweetie. You've been working so hard lately; you des

Benedict sat in his sleek office, with papers all over the top of his desk, completely consumed by the stack of contracts in front of him. The phone buzzed once more, but he didn't answer. He had reached a point where all the business dealings, mergers, and partnerships had taken over his life. It had taken months, but finally his company was back on track. The bankruptcy was a distant memory, and now he had an empire flourishing with partnerships coming in and investors clamoring at the door.But as his business grew, something inside him changed. The hollow hollowness that had plagued him after Sabrina left had begun to recede into a dull ache, an ache that he learned to ignore. His world was centered on success - on his success - with little room for regret or thoughts of the past. That was all before the call came. He glanced at the screen of his phone and saw the name of his attorney. A strange, unfamiliar tightness spread across his chest. He hesitated, his fingers lingering

Sabrina was a thousand miles away from everything Benedict knew. For her, Paris was an refuge, a place of peace, of healing. The city had wrapped arms of surprise around her, and she had thrown herself into work, into a life for herself and her child.But despite all these new beginnings, there were still moments when loneliness crept in. The desire for the family she would have once wanted, for Benedict. She still loved him, despite everything. She couldn't help but return that love she had for him, no matter what. But the pain of betrayal, of simply being treated as an afterthought in their lives, was too deep to handle. Thus, she left.Now, as the due date approached, Sabrina started thinking about the future—not the one she had envision with Benedict, but one she was going to create on her own, for her child.Her baby deserved better than a broken home. Her baby deserved love, security, and a family, even if it wasn't the one she once hoped for.But as much as Sabrina wanted to sl

Her words seemed logical, but only made it worse for Benedict. He closed his eyes, and visions of Sabrina danced through his mind: the way she used to wait for him every night, her hopeful eyes, the quiet strength she had always shown despite his coldness. In fact, he had not only lost Sabrina but driven her away.And the baby," Teresa said quietly, her voice trembling a little. "Can't help but think about Benedict, my grandchild. They must be out there somewhere, growing and living.and I cannot even see them, know them.Her words were like a knife cutting through him. Benedict straightened, his jaw compressing. He didn't even want to admit it, but he had avoided thinking about the child. The possibility of fatherhood was something he'd just settled for another day. Now, seeing that his child was out there, it became an awful emptiness."I never thought I'd say this," Teresa continued, her voice heavy with emotion, "but I'm angry with you, Benedict. Angry that you let this happen. Sab

Three years had gone by since Sabrina left, and Benedict channeled all his energy into his work, determined to rebuild everything he'd lost. His company, which nearly collapsed, was slowly regaining its reputation and steadily climbing back to where it once was. This was a blur of meetings, contracts, and late nights in the office. The work was grueling but kept him focused, drowning out the ache in his chest that had never quite gone away.But no matter how much he repeated to himself that success was enough, it was not. He still woke up in the middle of the night haunted by the memory of Sabrina's face-the look she gave when leaving with their child. His son, Saben—he was turning two now, and Benedict had never been able to hold him, to tell him he loved him or see his first steps. Being without his son was a pain he could not think about too much without going over the edge into despair.His office was now filled with documents, ledgers, and new partnership proposals. His team was w