Lahat ng Kabanata ng Falling for the Ruthless Billionaire Don : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

ALEXANDER I told myself I wouldn’t step out of the car.Not today. Not yet.But the moment I saw her crossing the street, every bit of my self-control was put to the test. She walked toward us with hesitant steps, her coat drawn tightly around her frame like she was trying to protect herself from the cold or maybe from me.My breath caught. Dio mio. She looked both stronger and more fragile than I remembered.Then Xavier’s little voice pierced the air.“Mama!”I flinched at the sound. That single word, that raw burst of love, cracked something in me. I watched as he flung himself into her arms, as Vincent followed with his quiet, careful strength.Marina dropped to her knees, clutching them like she would never let them go again. Her shoulders shook as tears streamed down her face, and I...I couldn’t move.I wanted to go to her, to tell her I missed her, to touch her and remind her that no matter what had happened, she was still mine. But I stayed frozen in my seat, gripping the

MARINAAlexander followed me into the living room with a quiet, almost regal confidence. Vincent and Xavier stuck close to me, their little hands gripping my sweater as though they were afraid I might disappear. My parents were waiting, my father setting aside his book, my mother’s knitting abandoned on the armrest. Both of them studied Alexander like they weren’t quite sure what to make of him.I’d told them about him before, about Ireland, about what happened with Stephano, the mafia, the danger. But this was the first time they were seeing him, standing in their home, larger than life and impossible to ignore.For a moment, the room was painfully quiet. Alexander didn’t flinch under their scrutiny. He simply inclined his head politely, his sharp features softened only slightly by the way his gaze flickered toward me and the boys.“Please,” my father finally said, gesturing toward the sofa. “Have a seat.”Alexander nodded and sat down, his presence commanding even in silence. I sat

ALEXANDER I followed Marina into the living room, each step echoing louder in my chest than it did on the floorboards. Vincent and Xavier clung to her like vines to a trellis, small fingers hooked tightly into the fabric of her sweater. I didn’t blame them. Part of me wanted to do the same. Just touch her to be sure this wasn’t another dream I’d have to wake up from.Her parents were there, exactly as she’d said they would be. Her father set his book aside, his movements slow and cautious. Her mother had stilled mid-row, her knitting resting on the armrest. They both looked at me like I was some creature they’d only heard stories about. Some myth. Some mistake.I met their eyes and stood tall. I’d come all this way. I wasn’t going to cower now.They studied me like they were trying to decide if they should chase me out or hear me out. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t give them any reason to think I was afraid. But then I glanced at Marina and the boys and the storm in me settled, just a lit

MARINAThe morning light filtered in softly through my curtains, brushing against my skin like a warm whisper. I lay still for a long time, cocooned beneath the duvet, my fingers curled loosely beneath my chin. My lips still tingled his kiss etched there like an unshakable memory.Alexander.I turned onto my back and stared up at the ceiling, watching the fan spin in slow, lazy circles. Everything about last night felt surreal. The ocean breeze, the stars above us, the weight of his apology… and that kiss. God, that kiss. It wasn’t just passionate, it was raw, full of ache and wanting and something deeper I hadn’t dared let myself name.I pulled the duvet over my face and let out a soft, muffled scream.It was too much.Too intense.Too real.A vibration on the nightstand startled me. I reached out blindly for my phone and saw Katie’s name lighting up the screen.Katie 🌙 calling...I answered and tucked the phone under my ear, not saying a word.“Oh no,” she said immediately, her voi

MARINA After the walk, Alex proposed I come stay with him at the beach house where we had our first date, I don’t know how I accepted immediately, I jutted wanted time alone with him to make up for the lost times. We dropped the boys at the penthouse with Carlos for the night. I stared at myself in the mirror of the guest bedroom Alexander had let me use, my fingers trembling as I tried to undo the zip of my dress. It wasn’t just Sarah’s voice in my head, it was the weight of everything. Of being called names. Of being discarded. Of feeling invisible in that house before.And now... of being seen.Alexander had knocked once before, quietly. Said he’d be waiting if I wanted to talk. And then he walked away.Not forcing. Not demanding.Just waiting.I didn’t even realize I was crying until I tasted the salt on my lips.I left the zipper half-undone and walked barefoot through the long hallway toward his room. The mansion was quiet, like the world was holding its breath.I paused at hi