บททั้งหมดของ Doted by the Ruthless Billionaire: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 7

The sun filtered through the crystal windows of the Moreno estate, casting flecks of gold across the long, polished breakfast table. Everything sparkled too clean, too quiet. A house that was more museum than home.And at the farthest end of the table, in a grand high-backed velvet chair, sat Lyra Moreno.Well, more like lounged.Wrapped in a cream silk robe that fell like moonlight around her legs, she looked like she'd been sculpted by someone who loved winter. Pale, flawless skin. Hair the color of antique silver. Half-lidded blue moon eyes that looked too tired to judge but always did anyway.She didn't eat.She didn't speak.She barely blinked.She just... observed.And yawned.Beatrice, her stepmother, cleared her throat loudly from the middle of the table."Lyra, dear, maybe you could sit up a little straighter. You're slouching like a street cat."Lyra blinked slowly, chin still resting on her palm."Cats are elegant."Serena, her stepsister, barked a laugh."Elegant? You mean

The rain drizzled softly against the glass panes of the sunroom, creating a rhythmic lullaby. Lyra was half-curled in a velvet armchair, legs tucked up under a knitted blanket, her cheek resting against a silk pillow. A forgotten book lay open on her chest, and the porcelain teacup beside her was still completely untouched.She was, in short, blissfully asleep.Until she wasn't.The scent of cinnamon tea wafted into her senses. A second later, a warm hand brushed a lock of silver-blonde hair from her forehead.Lyra cracked one eye open."You're trying to butter me up," she murmured groggily.Her grandmother smiled down at her, elegant as ever in her pearl buttoned cream robe."Always."Grandpa entered behind her, holding a thick leather bound book like it was a sacred relic or a very heavy threat.Lyra sighed dramatically and pulled the blanket over her head."Oh no. The Ledger is here. Something terrible is about to happen.""It's not that terrible,"Grandpa said in his deep baritone

LATER THAT NIGHTAt 7:42 p.m., a PowerPoint titled“PleaseLetMeNapFinal.pptx” appeared in the shared folder.Neatly organized. Color-coded. The preview icon showed custom pastel slides with animated transitions.Uploaded by: L.MorenoAt 9:03 p.m., that same file quietly disappeared from the folder.No trace. No backup.Jade leaned back in her chair, legs kicked onto her bed, grinning like a cat in a canary shop.“Oops.”Serene, on FaceTime, applied lip gloss without looking in the mirror.“Hmm. Must’ve been a system error.”Jade held up her mug.“To corrupted files.”Serene clinked her screen with her water bottle.“And to public embarrassment.”They sat back, savoring their petty triumph.Now all that was left… was to wait for the fallout.The next dayECONOMICS CLASSROOMPRESENTATION DAYWhispers filled the room.“She didn’t re-upload the file.”“Serene said she ghosted their group chat.”“She’s toast.”At the front, Professor Langley adjusted his glasses.“Miss Moreno? You’re next.

MORENO ESTATEGRAND FOYER – EVENINGThe grand iron gates creaked open, and a sleek black car pulled up to the Moreno estate. The engine barely purred before the door opened.Yani, sharp-eyed and calm in a blazer and Docs, stepped out first, holding a tablet in one hand and a small velvet bag in the other.Yani (to the driver, dryly)“Next time, avoid the scenic detour. Lyra naps in twenty-minute increments, and you break all of them.”The driver paled and nodded.Lyra stepped out next, wrapped in an oversized grey hoodie, sleeves covering her hands, her platinum hair tied in a lazy knot. She was sipping a cup of whipped cream drowned espresso and looked more like a ghost than an heiress.Lyra (murmuring)“Did they fix the lock on my room?”Yani: “Yes. And I replaced the security cam over the east corridor. Just in case your sister decides to ‘accidentally wander’ into your wing again.”Lyra gave the smallest nod.They entered the marble foyer.Silence.Until...Serene (from the landin