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บททั้งหมดของ Too Late to Want Me; I chose your Billionaire Brother: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

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Sergio Valenti

Benita’s driver pulled into the driveway of the Bellington Estate. It hadn’t changed a thing from ten years ago. If anything, it had become more grounded— more Bellington.Even the hedges trimmed by professionals, the fountain in the center of the courtyard looked spotless— like it had just been brought yesterday, yet it had been there for as long as she could remember. Everything was symmetrical. Proper. Perfect. Benita stepped out of the car, her light blue dress stuck to her body like a second skin. Her hair bounced on her back with every step she took into the overwhelming building. Her father met her at the door, arms stretched out to her only daughter. “Benita,” Benita ran into her father’s embrace. He smelled the same- warm and tobacco.“Welcome home, dear.” The man said, his eyes dull with emotion. Footsteps resounded in the background, pulling Benita from her father’s embrace. “Benita!” Her mother’s voice was loaded with excitement. “Is that you? Oh dear,” she cried, “
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See you on the red carpet

Ring, Ring…..The phone ringtone echoed in the air, pulling Benita from a thirty minutes power nap. She dabbed her hands around, searching for it on the oversized bed. When she found it, she sat up, wiping the tiredness from her eyes. Another invitation, this time from a nonprofit focused on maternal health. They wanted her to speak about her loss, to share her journey with other mothers. They said her interview had touched people, had been honest and inspiring. Benita groaned softly, blaming the gala announcement for this. Benita glanced at the time on her screen. 2:40pm. Cillian hadn’t called since she left, not once. Ben’s persistent messages had abruptly stopped. She had no desire to step back into the spotlight, especially if it had to do with talking about her marriage and Gaby, but her mother insisted on this particularly event— called it “part of the healing.” So she had reluctantly agreed.—A guest speaker at a conference for women who had lost children.The hall was
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Red-eyed

Cillian sat at his dining table, alone, a half-finished plate of chicken and rice in front of him. The soft clinking of his fork was the only sound in the room, apart from the television blaring in the background.“You are the hypocrite standing there—”He looked up.There she was, again. Benita. Red-eyed.The news segment replayed the viral video. Every station had picked it up, every angle covered. But none of them aired what triggered her. Just the outburst.Cillian’s thumb hovered over his phone screen. He had been trying to call her since he saw the clip but he hadn’t called her once—not since the funeral. Not even after the gala announcement. He stared at the name a second longer. Press or don’t press? Ding-dong.The sound of his doorbell snapped him out of his head.He wasn’t expecting anyone.He walked to the door and opened it. There she was.Benita.Drained. Red-rimmed eyes. She was still in the outfit from the viral clip. Cillian observes. Before he could even greet her,
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Shrill buzz

Benita woke to the shrill buzz of her phone on the nightstand. Her head felt heavy, eyes puffy from too little sleep and too much worry. She reached out blindly to silence the alarm, but instead, she found notifications. Hundreds of them. They poured in like a flood. Messages from sponsors pulling out of the charity gala, angry messages from mothers telling her that grief is not for stunt, viral tweets calling her a hypocrite, a disgrace. HypocriteMother. BellingtonShame. GalaFail.Benita sat up, her heart pounding. The air in the room suddenly felt too thin to breathe in. Before Benita could think, the door slammed opened. Mrs Belle walked in, eyes ablaze.“Look what you’ve done,” she shouted, “Look what you’ve done!”Benita stared at her mother, throat tightening.“For ten years, ten years your father and I worked so hard to erase the stench of embarrassment you gave us when you got married to that good for nothing Dawson. Now, look it’s all happening again! You’ve embarrassed
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Exactly

Shanon King. The vaguely familiar face that sat across Benita was none other than the same face she remembered ten years ago. Her parents, Belle especially, were against her marrying Ben Dawson because Shannon King was the man they wanted for her. He was not only rich and handsome, he also came from a family whose wealth almost surpassed theirs. The Kings holds seventy percent of the political power in Oakland City, how could they not want Shanon as their son-in-law? It was a good look for the Bellington family, and also, a fucking thing of pride to ally with a family of such prestige. But just like ten years ago, Benita shook her head gently, and offered him a smile that was meant to offer comfort but ended up looking like pity. “I’m sorry, Mr King.”“Please call me Shanon, Benni. And before you say anything, I know… I know it was shameless of me to have shown up here but I saw your announcement at the funeral, which…” he exhaled, “I’m really sorry for your loss.”Benita nodded,
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An unframed picture

The glow of the TV flickered across the dim room. Two plates of popcorn sat forgotten on the coffee table, and Kent’s socked feet were propped lazily on the ottoman. Today’s late-night match was a sluggish midfield grind, but Kent still cursed with the vigor of a man watching a World Cup final.Cillian sat away from him, barely watching. One arm draped over the couch, the other held his phone idly scrolling.Every few minutes, he refreshed the comments section. A retweet here. A post there. Her name in the tags. Her face in blurry screenshots. The narrative was shifting—Benita wasn’t the villain anymore.“That full video broke me. I judged her too fast.” “We owe Benita Bellington an apology.”Cillian smiled to himself. The tides of comments were changing as Kent said. “You okay, old man?” Kent asked, “Your team’s actually winning for once.”“Hm?” Cillian blinked. “Oh. Yeah.”He dropped his phone, looked to the tv and pretended to watch. A beat passed, he double tapped the screen.N
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Alliance

“Go home, Benni,” he clenched his jaw. “It’s late.” Silence fell, this time, unfamiliar and unneeded. “I thought you were on my side.” She muttered quietly. He stared at the screen for a long time after she hung up. It took more than will for him to pocket the phone again, it took reasoning. Somewhere inside him, he couldn’t feel a spark dim. But it’s alright, he thought to himself, it was to keep her safe. Give her at least one day of break. If he went to her, then definitely tomorrow morning would not be quiet for her and he wanted it to be quiet. Peaceful and quiet. —Benita blinked her eyes open. The bright yellow curtains glowing harshly brighter as it absorbed the sun light greeted her first.She flinched.Last night poured through her mind. Benita closed her eyes and cringed.She palmed her face and inwardly scolded herself. “What is wrong with me…?”Her phone buzzed. It startled her. Benita snatched it from the lamp stand. An European sirocco. Expensive. Her brows wr
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Gala: the red carpet saga

The Red Carpet glittered with warm lights from overpriced chandeliers and costly European studio lightings. The air smelled of roses, mothers, and old money.Benita had just arrived. She stood on the red carpeted steps leading to the hall, and for a breathless second, the world blinked. Violins faltered. And cameras went crazy.She was gorgeous in a gown the color of dry autumn leaves.Her hair was swept up in sleek waves that sprawled all the way to her back. Whispers rose as she ascended. Heads turned when she walked.“Is that Benita Bellington?” They said, “She looks… incredible…” they said, and others said, “She doesn’t look like she’s going through a divorce. Or even lost her child, has she moved on already?”Unknown to them, Benita’s confidence was a mere facade.She had practiced this moment a hundred times. She had promised herself that she won’t mess this evening up, at least for Gaby. As she posed for pictures, her eyes kept sliding to the entrance, away from the red car
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Stop pouting, Cilli boy

The door slammed open with a bang loud enough to wake a sleeping baby. Kent charged in like a musical number—half Broadway, half hurricane. “Wake up, Prince Broody!” he shouted, “You’re trending!” Cillian flinched, groaning from beneath the covers. “Go away, Kent…” Too late. His phone was already in Cillian’s face. “Congratulations!” He sang, “You’ve officially broken the internet.” Cillian groaned, dragging a pillow over his head. “Why are you like this at 8 AM?” “Because the world is already awake and in desperate search of you, Cilli,” Kent tapped at his phone screen as he spoke. “Apparently, tall, brooding men in black suits and an enormous air of mystery is in high demand this morning.” He held out his phone, practically shoving it in his face. “Do you see this? Do you see what the people are saying? They’re writing fanfiction about you two. “Jesus Christ, Kent.” “What? I mean it. Just look…” Cillian peeked out from under the blanket, his hair a mess and his soul bare
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Power play

“Burn it to the ground? Did I hear you say burn it to the ground?! Fiona, it’s my company! My source of income and you’re talking about burning it?”“You and I both know you can’t lead DCC with your brother around,” Fiona shot back, “He’s the original founder of the company…”Ben sprang to his feet, heaving in anger. “I will never give up on DCC,” He breathed, “Cillian may have built it, but I made it what it is today.”“You don’t really believe that, do you?” Fiona laughed, “Because from what I remember, the Bellington name was the only reason anyone respected you at all. Now that is gone, you’re just as ordinary as the next man.”Ben’s eyes darkened. He crossed the room in a flash, grabbed her by the neck and slammed her against the wall. “Gone?” His grip tightened even harder, almost crushing. “I’m still married to her, bitch.”Fiona gasped. Her heart sank. She began to gurgle and cough. “Ben, you’re hurting me…. Ben.”Just then, the shrilling sound of a ringing phone broke into t
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