Semua Bab Too Late to Want Me; I chose your Billionaire Brother: Bab 31 - Bab 40

When the late-night meeting between them finally ended, Cillian stood at the door, watching Shanon open the backseat for Benita.“Get in, Benni. I need to be sure you’re home,” Shanon called out.“A minute!” she called back, sauntering toward Cillian, whose black-on-black outfit matched the mood in his eyes. Arms crossed. Jaw tense. Unreadable.She stopped in front of him and said nothing at first. Cillian fought the urge to reach out and steady her—she was tipsy from the Garvey Aleolio, swaying slightly—but he knew the terms of their agreement. And he knew Shanon was watching.“Hey,” she said softly, and his resolve almost crumbled.“You should go,” he replied. “Shanon is waiting.”Benita smiled faintly, but the smile melted into a quiet glare as she stepped forward. “Something’s wrong, isn’t it? Your face… it was all scrunched up for the greater half of this evening.”“Benni!” Shanon’s voice cut through the night air. “We’ve got to go!”Cillian clenched his jaw. He couldn’t tell her

The morning light filtered through the gauzy curtains, casting pale gold across the living room. Benita stirred on the couch, her body sore and heavy. For a second, she just laid there staring at the ceiling until she heard the faint rise and fall of someone’s breathing. She turned and found him. CillianAsleep in the chair across her, his hair had fallen over his eyes, his tie, still loosened from last night, hung messily around his collar. He’d fallen asleep watching over her.Benita sat up slowly, her blanket slipping down her shoulders. Her gaze lingered on him. His features. He looked so unguarded in sleep. Soft in a way that made her want to protect him.Quietly, she crossed to him and crouched by his side.She stayed like that— for a moment— just watching him, until his eyelids fluttered open.“Benni…” he murmured, voice hoarse from sleep.She held his gaze. “Good morning,” she tried a smile.He looked at her.Their gazes locked.The pause was full of everything they didn’t k

“So the plan is to get Ben to fall back in love with you while driving Fiona insane until she confesses?” Kent asked, perched at the head of the table like the unofficial judge of bad ideas. His gaze bounced between Benita and Cillian—seated side by side—and Sylvester St. James, calmly observing from the other side.Kent shook his head in disbelief. “Do we have to go so far? Hurting people’s feelings and all, for what…?”“For Gaby.”“For DCC.”Benita and Cillian answered in unison.Kent blinked at them, exhaled, and slumped back in his chair. “I’m not in support of this plan. This is beneath you, Benita. I’m sure Saint Shanon will agree.”“I don’t care what Shanon thinks,” Benita snapped, “He wasn’t there when Gaby died, he wasn’t there when I couldn’t pay his hospital bills, he wasn’t there…” she stopped for a breath, “Gaby would still be alive if Ben listened to pleas just once and Fiona? She deceived me for twelve years. Both of them. You may not know that he took loans in my name,

Marlowe gala night witnessed the presence of the top one percent of Oakland’s finest. Once Benita and Maloi stepped into the hall, it was a new era! The hall erupted in a not so quiet speculation, “That’s the prime minister’s niece beside her right?” They murmured, “Since when did the Kings and Bellingtons become so close?”Benita and Maloi glanced at each other with a knowing smile on their faces, the night was still young and this was a party, why not just have some fun? “Waiting on Ben is such a dumb thing to do when there’s a while party here, huh?” Benita chuckled, her excitement was boosted by the new look she had on.When she turned, the slit in her dress gave a nice view of her milky hot legs.Well, that wasn’t the headline she wanted to sell but that would do. Next Morning.Benita woke up to the constant buzz on her phone. She blindly searched for it, and when her hands eventually landed on a device, it was the one ringing. She forced her eyes open, and raised her head j

The day had just begun. It would be the first day without Cillian. Maloi and Benita sat across each other at breakfast, it was different without him, yet his presence was barely felt. He rarely spoke between meals, rarely glanced at anyone. Sometimes, Benita would think he still felt guarded having been in prison all those years. He was yet to be free. So he spoke to her with restraint. He tried to keep to himself, yet here she was intruding. “I wonder if he’s at his breakfast table too,” the words slipped carefully.Maloi scoffed. “That’s so easy to know, video call him.”“What?” Benita blinked.“Call him on video call.” Maloi dared her, “I mean is it such a big deal? It’s just a phone call.”Benita hesitated, but eventually picked up her phone.“Yaay!” Maloi and Kent cheered.Benita’s hands hovered on the screen, just then, a realization struck.Why was did she only call Cillian when drunk? Or in sorrow? Why’s is he her goto when she’s down?Has this feeling always been there?