Too Late to Want Me; I chose your Billionaire Brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

From the breakfast table, they heard Cillian’s car zoom out of the driveway. Maloi pushed her chair backward and stood. “Aren’t you leaving too?”Kent nodded, “I am, I have a feeling he’s going to do something drastic.”When he pulled into the driveway of DCC, he was surprised to find the President’s parking space empty. Kent’s brows joined together in a frown of confusion. “Where did he go?”Then suddenly, his phone buzzed. He glanced at his screen. A message from Him.“Stop staring at my parking space and come up here.”Kent scoffed, looking up and there he was staring down at him with a coffee cup in hand. “You left home with so much purpose, but all you wanted was coffee?”Cillian didn’t reply, he just tossed a file in front of him. “I need everyone at the conference room.”The hum of voices in the conference room quieted instantly when Cillian walked in.He didn’t say anything at first—just walked to the head of the table with a click of his shoes that echoed too loud in th

If anyone had told Benita Bellington that two months ago, she would be a divorced woman with a dead child, she would shrugged and shuddered. She would have been so upset with the psychic and she would probably not forgive that psychic for as long as it took. But today, she was sitting in a room full of strangers. Strangers that she hadn’t known existed until two months ago. These strangers were her hope. Not that she relied on them to save her from the tumultuous life that had become her own, but she had come to trust that these strangers were the only people who had her best interest at heart. Cillian Dawson, a man who suddenly appeared at the hospital when Gaby was sick had become an anchor she didn’t even know she needed. And Maloi was a fierce little sister ready to tear people’s faces with her fingernails if she had to. Kent and Sylvester she hadn’t yet figured what they were but she was grateful for them. She was grateful that there were people who were in her life because

Cillian didn’t sleep.The house was still—Benita locked in her room, the others scattered like shells after a storm. But he sat in the dark, pensively tapping his fingers on his work table.Every word from that call still rang in his mind. Ben drugging Benita. He drugged the one woman who loved him with all her heart and exploited her innocence. He made her miserable. He made her child die. How could he forgive him? This was more than just his revenge. This was beyond being wrongly imprisoned, Benita was imprisoned even though she was walking around free. “No,” Cillian shook his head. “They don’t get to walk away from this.”They don’t get to breathe easy while Benita sat on the floor trampled like a tossed rose.Cillian glanced at his wrist watch, 4:36 a.m.He stood carefully, and began to pace the corners of his study.What was the best way to make Ben suffer? Was sending him to prison enough?He glanced at the text message in his phone. He had been staring at it almost all night,

Some silences stay long after the words are gone.Benita left the room without slamming the door. Without raising her voice. Without even one last glance.She just walked out.And that—somehow—was worse.Cillian stood there like the air had been knocked out of him.Like he couldn’t process English anymore.Like—what the hell did she mean by “Goodbye, Cillian”?Was this it?Was this the end?Why did it feel like dragging Ben to justice was a mistake?Why did winning feel like losing everything?“For fuck’s sake, go after her,” Kent muttered, frustrated. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”But Cillian didn’t move. Not right away.Not for a full minute. Then another. Then another.No one else moved either.Maloi watched the floor, hands curled tight around the hem of her shirt. Neither spoke. They knew better. This wasn’t about them.This wasn’t something they could fix.It was up to him, and they all silently wished he’d go after her. It took a long, aching minute before Cillian snapp

Benita stood at the edge of the porch, arms folded, wind tugging at her curls. The night was cool and damp, like it couldn’t decide if it wanted to rain or not. She stared down at the message glowing in her hand.SHANON KING: Hey, dinner?Her thumb hovered over the screen. Did he know already? Did he feel betrayed because she’d kissed Cillian too? Was Maloi right? Had she used Shanon to save Cillian like Maloi said? Her heart clenched.She could still taste Cillian on her lips, despite everything left unsaid, she could still smell him.Could she have dinner with Shanon when she smelled like him?Benita exhaled softly, running a hand through her hair.The door creaked and Cillian stepped out in search of her. “It’s getting cold, please come in.” She didn’t respond.Cillian clenched his jaw, like that would lessen the ache in his heart but it didn’t. “I shouldn’t have let it get that far,” His voice was soft, almost guilty.She still didn’t look. “It already was that far. Why would yo