บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Borrowed Bride : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

I still hadn’t fully recovered from what Leandro had said outside, yet my breath caught once more as soon as my eyes landed on the house in front of me. For a moment, I forgot how to speak. My lips parted, and I just stood there, utterly stunned, unable to believe that what I was seeing was real. The interior was wide and bright, as if light itself lived inside these walls. White dominated the space, the walls, the ceiling, even the polished wooden floors gleamed in soft ivory. The very first thing that greeted me was the vast living area, its beige couches so plush and inviting that it almost seemed sinful to sit on them. The entire back wall was lined with massive glass windows, and beyond them stretched the endless blue of the sea. It felt like the ocean wasn’t outside but inside, as though its presence lingered in every corner. Even the faint salty breeze seemed to weave its way into the room, wrapping around me with a strange kind of comfort. “This is... it’s huge,” I w

I stood frozen in front of the stove, my hands trembling slightly as I stirred the food simmering in the pan. The scent of garlic and onions rose with the steam, but even that familiar aroma couldn’t calm the storm swirling in my chest. Everything still felt hazy, like I was half-asleep, because my mind kept wandering back to Rafael. I could almost see his face, the way his brows would furrow when he suspected something. I was sure, painfully sure, that he was beginning to have doubts about me, especially after I’d lied to him about this trip.I let out a shaky sigh when the dish was finally done. My gaze fell on my phone resting on the counter, its screen dark, silent, but heavy with unspoken words. I stood there for a moment, paralyzed, torn between two choices: should I wake Leandro up for dinner now… or should I call Rafael and explain everything before it spiraled further out of control?My teeth pressed hard against my lower lip, almost breaking the skin. Wouldn’t it sound defen

“I-I’m sorry. Let’s stop fighting, baby. Please? Let’s fix this,” he kept saying, over and over, his voice trembling as his hands caressed me.Even when my tears began to fall uncontrollably, I forced myself to pull away from his embrace. My chest felt tight, and my throat burned, but I needed air. I needed space. Wiping the tears that wouldn’t stop, I lifted my gaze to him, and it only made everything worse. His face was etched with worry, his eyes begging me to stay close, but I couldn’t.I raised both my hands to stop him. “J-Just give me time tonight, Leandro. P-Please.” My voice cracked, and I hated how weak it sounded. But it was the truth. I needed to be alone, to calm the storm that had been raging inside me since the fight started.He let out a heavy breath, one that sounded like surrender, even though his eyes told me he didn’t want to let me go. After a few seconds of silence that felt like forever, he gave a reluctant nod.The moment he released me, I turned around quickly

I woke up the next morning only to realize that Leandro was no longer beside me. A jolt of panic shot through me, and I immediately sat up, my heart hammering in my chest. My body still felt heavy, sore from the way we had reconciled after our fight last night. The ache between my thighs reminded me of the intimacy we had shared, but I barely paid attention to it. My mind was clouded with unease, a swirl of confusion, longing, and anxiety. I glanced at the wall clock. Six in the morning. Barely six. And yet, Leandro was gone. My chest tightened, a lump forming in my throat. Was I being paranoid? Or had I simply grown too accustomed to never waking up without him by my side? The thought made my stomach twist. I felt a strange, sharp pang of abandonment, as though a part of me had been left behind with him. I tried to shake it off, telling myself I might be overthinking, but my mind refused to quiet down. I let out a long, shaky sigh, pressing my palms to my face for a brief moment b

Leandro and I chose to make the most out of our remaining time on his private island. After everything that happened the day before, his mother’s unexpected visit, the heated argument, the tension that hung over us for hours, we both agreed to stop thinking about it, even just for today. Whatever the world said about us, nothing would ever change the love we had for each other. That was all that mattered. The sun had already begun its slow descent by the time we finally left the water. We’d been swimming since morning, laughing like two kids who had forgotten how heavy life could be. The salty breeze brushed against my skin, carrying with it the faint scent of sea and summer. I could still feel the warmth of the sand beneath my feet as we spread out a picnic blanket on the shore, a small wooden table behind us filled with food and wine. It had been a long day of swimming, eating, and talking about everything that had happened especially the things he had hidden from me. We talked