Semua Bab Falling for the Ruthless Billionaire Don : Bab 31 - Bab 40

MARINAToday, I feel a little bit better, I was able to get a little sleep without the nightmares disturbing me. It’s been a month now, since everything. I started seeing Dr. Sterling. He was a nice therapist, I didn’t feel scared to talk about things to him, he made me comfortable with everything and made it easier for me to talk about it to him, I didn’t tell him about Alexander, I only talked to him about the Kidnap and the nightmares, I didn’t tell him about the boys and Mr Torricelli, I prefer everything about them to be within me, I want to resolve it myself, I don’t want anyone meddling in my business.I am on my way from an interview. After being able to leave my house without feeling too scared or so, I saw an advert of a paediatric clinic looking for a nurse. I was so happy I had my documents over here, so I was able to fill in and after the interview, we were asked to stay for an hour before they announced who got the position or not. We were six who came for the interview,

ALEXANDER I should’ve kept them home. I knew they weren’t ready. Vincent had been quiet all morning, his jaw tight, his gaze set on the floor as he put on his shoes. Xavier clung to him like a shadow, too afraid to ask the question I saw dancing in his eyes: Is Mama coming back today? I told myself school would distract them and give them some normalcy, but the truth? I just didn’t know what else to do. Every day in this house without Marina felt like walking through a graveyard silent, cold, full of ghosts. The third call from the school came when I was in the middle of a meeting. My CFO was droning on about numbers, profits, and contracts things that didn’t mean a damn thing when my sons were falling apart. I stared at the phone buzzing on the table. The principal’s number. I ignored it once. Twice. But by the third ring, I’d already stood. “Continue without me,” I muttered, leaving the room before anyone could ask questions. By the time I got to the school, I wa

MARINAThe first time I set my alarm for 5 a.m., I almost laughed at myself. I wasn’t a morning person, but I never had been. Back in the mansion, my mornings began with the boys bursting into my room, climbing on my bed like I was their personal jungle gym. The sound of Xavier’s giggle was better than any alarm clock.Now, my mornings were quiet. Too quiet.I laced up my running shoes, the pair I’d almost forgotten I owned, and stepped out into the dawn. The London streets were still empty, wrapped in the soft grey haze of early morning. For a moment, I just stood there, breathing in the cool air, feeling it settle in my lungs like a new beginning.This is just for me, I reminded myself, remembering Dr. Sterling’s homework.No clinic. No parents. No boys.Just me.The first few steps were awkward, my legs stiff from months of stress and stillness. But as I ran, something loosened. The rhythm of my breath, the thud of my feet on the pavement, the faint chill of the wind against my fac

MARINAThe soft hum of the air conditioner filled the silence as I sat in Dr. Sterling’s office, my hands knotted in my lap. His office always had this warm, grounding energy shelves lined with books on psychology, a small plant in the corner, a faint scent of sandalwood in the air. But today, none of it calmed me.I couldn’t stop thinking about the folder. The guardianship documents with my name intertwined with Vincent and Xavier’s like it belonged there. Like I belonged there.“You’re not here with me,” Dr. Sterling’s voice cut gently through my thoughts. His deep baritone voice was warm, almost velvety, but there was a sharpness beneath it. He could read people too easily, and I hated how much of me he could see. “Marina, where are you right now?”I shifted in my chair, trying to shake the fog in my mind. “I’m here. Just… tired. It’s been a long week at the clinic.”He raised an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly. “You’ve said that for the past three sessions. You’re not just tired

MARINAThe day began like any other.I woke up to the faint hum of traffic outside my parents’ house, the pale morning light spilling through the curtains. My mother had already left for the bakery, and my father was at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper while nursing a cup of strong coffee.“Morning, sweetheart,” he said, glancing up with a warm smile.“Morning, Dad,” I murmured, forcing a small smile of my own as I reached for the tea kettle. My nights had been restless lately, full of dreams I couldn’t shake dreams of small voices calling “Mama,” of dark eyes watching me like I was the only thing that mattered.The paediatric clinic was busy, as usual. Children with runny noses, anxious parents asking questions, nurses rushing from room to room. It should have distracted me, but it didn’t. Not fully.Every time I knelt to talk to a child, every time a small hand grabbed mine, I thought of Vincent and Xavier. Their laughter, their stubborn little frowns when they didn’t get t