All Chapters of The Ruthless Billionaire's Property : Chapter 301 - Chapter 309

THE warm golden light from the kitchen spilled onto the polished tile floor, carrying with it the scent of garlic butter and freshly baked bread. Orlanda moved gracefully between the stove and counter, humming softly to herself. Her hair was now tied up in a loose bun, a few tendrils framing her face as she stirred the pot with a slow, rhythmic motion.She was almost done, the vegetables were perfectly steamed, the chicken rested on the counter after being drizzled with sauce, and the pasta had just been drained. She sprinkled in a pinch of herbs, her eyes shining with satisfaction. This was her space, her moment, and she worked with a happiness that made her movements light and fluid.Wiping her hands on her apron, she picked up the first platter to go set the table, and there at the door, she froze.“Oh my God!” she laughed, the sound bright and genuine. “Oswald!”There he was, already seated at the dining table, leaning back in his chair with that calm, unreadable expression that a

THE glow of the bedside lamp bathed the master bedroom in a warm, amber hue. The heavy drapes were drawn, muffling the distant sounds of the estate’s nighttime quiet. Lady Frances sat gracefully at her ornate vanity table, her silk night robe pooling around her like liquid ivory. She ran a silver-backed brush through her honey-blonde hair in slow, deliberate strokes, each pass catching the light in shimmering waves.Behind her, Lord Dino lounged in an armchair near the fireplace, a book open in his hand though his eyes rarely moved to the page. Instead, they lingered on his wife’s reflection in the mirror.“You are in good spirits tonight,” he observed, his deep voice warm with curiosity.Lady Frances smiled faintly, setting the brush down with a soft clink. “Can you blame me?” She met his gaze in the mirror. “Haven’t you noticed our son lately? The way he smiles?”Lord Dino’s lips twitched upward. “Well I have. In as much as I do not want to admit it but I have. It has been… a long

OSWALD sat at the long mahogany dining table in his parents’ grand home, the warm glow from the chandelier casting golden highlights over polished silverware. Lady Frances was at the head of the table, her eyes sparkling with a rare kind of joy as she poured tea into his cup.“It has been too long since you visited like this,” she said, almost chiding, but her voice was soft with affection. She reached across to pat his hand. “I missed you, my son.”“I have been… busy,” Oswald replied with a small smile, his deep voice calm and measured, but the warmth in his eyes gave him away.Lord Dino, sitting opposite, leaned back in his chair and studied his son. “I see, busy with Orlanda.” His wife chuckled and Oswald scoffed.“Well you and Orlanda now, son. Is that your choice?”Oswald’s gaze didn’t waver. “Yes, Father. She is my choice. My only choice.”Lord Dino gave a slow nod, his stern features relaxing into approval. “So, no longer Queen?”Oswald’s jaw tightened slightly at the name,

THE Escobar mansion shimmered in gold and ivory hues, the grand chandelier raining elegance over the long dining table being set with the finest cutlery and crystal glassware. Fresh flowers lined the center, and the mouthwatering aroma of roasted lamb, buttered vegetables, and delicate pastries floated through the air as uniformed chefs and servers made final adjustments.It was a rare and cherished evening, one the Escobar family hadn’t experienced in years. Not since the days when laughter once danced through these same halls.Lady Frances stood by the grand hallway, clasping her fingers in an unusual flurry of excitement. Her heart was fluttering, not because her beloved son was coming home for dinner, but because she was coming. The girl who had done what no therapy, no medicine, no luxury had ever been able to do— heal her son.“Everything looks perfect,” Frances murmured, adjusting a gold goblet slightly out of place. Then the front doors creaked open and her husband, Lord Dino

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