บททั้งหมดของ Billionaire's Firecracker : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Anna pushed the sliding doors and almost collided with Sister Isabel walking out with a pile of documents in her hands. She moved with quiet purpose, her presence as steady as morning prayer. The soft rustle of her black and flowy dress reminded Anna of the past.  A simple silver cross hung from her neck, catching the light now and then like a quiet promise.Her face, framed by the crisp white of her coif, held the calm strength of someone who had seen both hardship and grace. Deep lines etched around her eyes suggested a life spent smiling more often than not, though there was a firmness in her gaze that silenced mischief with a glance.“Hi, there,” Sister Isabel said, adjusting her round, rimmed glasses. Fine wrinkles dominated her face, a testament to her advanced age and the passage of time. “Anna, isn’t it?”“Yes, sister,” Anna squealed, throwing her arms around her, almost knocking the old woman down. “Y

It was already late when Anna roused from her nap. She had fallen asleep as soon as he dropped her off and hadn’t even changed out of her clothes yet. She had been sleepier than usual lately, something she needed to look into, but for now, she needed to fix her hunger issues.She headed to the kitchen, took out the leftover pizza, and shoved it in the microwave. She wolfed it down and proceeded to warm herself a glass of milk. She grabbed her milk, ready to go back to bed.Right before she went upstairs, she heard a jiggling of keys before Liam entered, fatigue etched on his features. She placed her glass somewhere and turned to face him as he closed the door behind him. Without a word, he pulled her into a hug, resting his chin on her shoulders.“Babe?”“Don’t say anything,” he murmured, his breath tickling her skin. “I just want to feel your presence right now.”“Babe, what’s up?”

Anna stepped out of the car, drawing gasps from the audience. Her dress hugged her, and she radiated confidence as she hooked her hand in the crook of his arm, smiling for the cameras. This was the first event Anna had attended with her husband, and she had put a great deal of effort into dressing up.Her dress was a cascade of deep sapphire silk, liquid in the light, hugging her form with graceful precision. It slipped over her shoulders in an off-the-shoulder neckline, revealing the elegant line of her collarbone and the subtle glow of skin dusted with just enough shimmer to catch the eye without demanding it. The fabric flowed down to the floor in soft, fluid waves, swaying with every step like it had been sewn from midnight itself.Her hair was swept back into a sleek, timeless updo, a few soft strands left loose to frame her face; the kind of face that held your gaze a second longer than you meant to. Calm eyes lined with understated drama. Lips curved with the faintest, knowing s

The police car door slammed behind Melisa with a hollow, metallic clank that echoed in her chest. She sat there, frozen in the back seat, her wrists stiff in the cuffs resting awkwardly in her lap. The gown bunched beneath her, the high-slit satin twisted uncomfortably against vinyl upholstery. It was too tight, too loud, and too wrong for this space.Outside, the flashes still popped as the crowd buzzed beyond the glass, blurred faces pressed toward the window. Some were still filming. She could hear the shouting even with the windows rolled up. She turned away from the window, pressing her cheek to the cool plastic partition between her and the front seats. No tinted glass would be dark enough now. Her name would be trending before they even hit the next traffic light.She glanced down at her hands, the contrast glaring at her. Her perfectly manicured fingers were shaking. Her wrists were red where the metal had pressed. Her lap, once a place to pose and smile, was now a mess of cru

“Babe, what’s wrong?” Liam asked, sensing her sudden stiffening.“Nothing,” she answered absentmindedly, her mind still engrossed in the message. Who could it be? What did the message mean? Was it meant for her, or did the sender get the wrong number? She had too many questions and few answers. But there was only one way to find out. She typed a response.Who are you, and what do you mean?}The tiny checkmarks below the message turned blue immediately, signaling that the person on the other side had read the message. She waited for the reply bubble to appear, but there was none. Two minutes went by, and there was still no response.Anna frowned. Curiosity was eating her up, and she couldn’t sit still anymore. She dialed the number and made the call, but she was met with the mechanical beeping on the other end. The call couldn’t go through. Another message chimed in almost immediately.[Don’t be impati