Semua Bab Blood Ties and Billionaire Lies: Bab 51 - Bab 60

The city lights of Manhattan glittered against the window of Richard’s penthouse, but I barely saw them. My hands trembled around the glass of wine he had poured for me, the ruby liquid untouched. Every second felt like a countdown, the weight of what they were about to lose pressing down like a storm.Richard leaned against the edge of the balcony, his white shirt open at the collar, his eyes burning with desperation. He looked nothing like the buffed supervisor I had met at Roth Enterprise.“Selena,” his voice cracked with the kind of rawness i had never heard before. “If you can’t come with me… then at least let’s not end it like this. We can make it work. I’ll fly back every month. You’ll visit me in Italy. Calls, video chats, private flights—whatever it takes.”I shook my head, throat tight. “Richard, stop.”“No.” He crossed the room in three strides and grabbed my face between his hands. “Don’t tell me to stop when I know you love me. Don’t tell me distance is stronger than what

The door clicked shut behind me, and the sound reverberated through my apartment like a verdict. I leaned against it for a moment. Richard was gone….physically, and the silence he left behind was suffocating.I kicked off my heels with a force that made them bounce across the living room.The scent of Richard…his cologne, faint but persistent….still lingered in my apartment, taunting me, reminding me constantly of the kiss we had just shared.My body burned for him, and yet, it ached more for the absence that followed. The memory of his hands, how they had gripped my hips, pulled me close, claimed me in that final desperate kiss, made my thighs tremble, and my chest tighten. I collapsed onto the couch, curling into herself. The cushions swallowed me, but not enough to block the sharp pang of emptiness gnawing at me. I pressed my hands against my face, muffling the first sobs that threatened to escape. Then the floodgates opened.“Richard…” My voice cracked, a whisper of longing and de

Selena’s fingers tightened around her coffee cup, the warmth doing little to soothe the storm inside her. The café was quiet, almost eerily so, the chatter of patrons distant in her ears. She had arrived early, heart thundering with nerves, knowing the conversation she was about to have with her sister Cassandra could either start to heal old wounds or tear them apart completely.When Cassandra finally walked in, her expression was a mixture of apprehension and guilt, eyes avoiding Selena’s until they were mere steps apart. She slid into the booth across from her sister, her hands clasped so tightly over her latte that the knuckles shone white.“Selena,” Cassandra began, her voice softer than usual, hesitant. “I… I know things haven’t been easy between us. I…”Selena raised a hand, cutting her off gently but firmly. “I know, Cass. I know you didn’t mean some of the things that were said, the fights, the distance. But we need to be honest now, for once.”Cassandra’s eyes flickered with

Selena’s chest heaved as the door clicked shut behind Damien. She sank into the couch, fingers clenching the cushions, trying to steady the storm inside her.A soft chime from her phone broke the heavy silence. She glanced down, heart hammering. Richard. Selena… I know it’s hard. I know Damien is trying to… manipulate you. Don’t let him. Wait for me.Her breath hitched. Damien. The confrontation still lingered—the smell of his cologne, the raw intensity in his eyes. And yet, the promise in Richard’s words grounded her, anchoring her to the man she truly loved, even across impossible distance.Her determination hardened. She couldn’t allow herself to falter, not now. Damien’s attempt to pull her back into his orbit would fail. She would show him, once and for all, that her heart belonged to Richard alone.The next morning, Selena left her apartment with a sense of purpose. Every step toward Roth Enterprises felt heavier than it should, her mind rehearsing the confrontation she knew aw

The rain fell in relentless sheets that evening, drumming against the city windows of Selena’s apartment. Each drop sounded like a ticking clock, a reminder of the minutes she spent alone, waiting, longing, and aching for Richard. She stood by the window, coffee in hand, the steam curling up and mingling with the foggy glass, blurring the city lights below.Selena’s mind was a storm, an endless loop of memories and desires she couldn’t silence. Every laugh, every touch, every whispered promise from Richard replayed in vivid clarity. She could feel the warmth of his hand against her skin, the way he’d pressed her close in the quiet moments before sleep, the way he’d whispered her name in that husky, intimate tone that made her shiver even now. And he was gone.Her phone buzzed, piercing the fragile cocoon of her thoughts. She looked down, heart racing. Another message from him:Selena… I’m coming back for us. Wait for me.A knock at the door startled her, She froze, heart hammering, pul