Semua Bab Tempting A Billionaire : Bab 71 - Bab 78

Stacey I’m in the kitchen early, before the sun has fully pushed through the clouds, slicing strawberries and humming softly under my breath. Nancy’s working beside me, her hands steady as always, prepping breakfast for the day. There’s something comforting in the scent of fresh herbs and butter sizzling gently in the pan. It’s the only sense of normalcy I have left in this house.And then I hear it. The sharp tap of heels against the tile floor. “Good morning,” Marsiella says, her voice soaked in sugar and poison. I stiffen, fingers tightening around the knife. “Good morning,” I manage, without turning around.She watches us silently for a beat too long, then crosses the kitchen like she owns it—like she’s always owned it. “I’ve been thin

StaceyNancy and I start working right after breakfast. The guest list is small, intimate. Just my closest friends—Raya, Rose, Dani, and Mae. Women who know me, love me, and have stood by me through storms I thought would drown me.We light candles, set out fresh gardenias in crystal vases, and prepare a modest spread—lemon tartlets, smoked salmon bites, Nancy’s famous rosemary chicken, and a chilled bottle of sparkling peach cordial. The house smells like citrus and lavender, a strange kind of calm before the inevitable chaos.I’m arranging place cards at the table when I hear the sharp click of heels against marble.“Hosting a tea party?” Marsiella sneers, crossing her arms as she surveys the decorations. “No,” I say with

NarratorThe storm outside is mild compared to what brews behind the gilded walls of the Martinez estate. Inside Tyler’s sprawling mansion, Marsiella Martinez sits across from him, her expression unreadable, as always—a woman skilled in masks, manipulation, and rot.“She’s too comfortable,” Marsiella says, fingering the rim of her wine glass. “Stacey thinks she’s won. She walks around that house like it belongs to her.” Tyler watches her carefully. “She’s carrying Juan’s child, Marsiella. What exactly are you hoping to accomplish?”“I’m hoping to remove her. Permanently.” Her tone is colder than the crystal in her hand. Tyler shifts, uneasy. “You want to kill her?”&ldqu

Narrator The clank of steel bars echoes like judgment itself. Harsh, cold, final. Juan sits on the narrow cot of his prison cell, elbows resting on his knees, hands tangled in his thick hair. His knuckles are raw—some from the fight with Tyler, some from punching the concrete wall in rage after they were handcuffed and read their rights. It all feels like a blur now. The sirens. The flash of red and blue lights. The blood. Stacey’s terrified face as they pulled her away from him. Now, there is silence. Not even the guard’s footsteps in the corridor.He doesn’t know what time it is. Maybe morning, maybe night. He hasn’t eaten. Can’t. The image of Stacey, soaked and shaking in that shattered aquarium, haunts him like a ghost. She had pulled the trigger. To save him. To end it. And now they’ve both lost everything. Or maybe, he thinks bitterly, they never had it to begin with.“Stacey,” he whispers hoarsely, rising slowly. He presses his palm to the cracked wall next to him—the one tha