The Billionaire's Rebellious Bride의 모든 챕터: 챕터 61 - 챕터 70

I wake up with the softest, warmest smile on my face, the kind that makes my cheeks stretch and my eyes feel sleepy even though I'm already awake. I lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling while my heart beats gently in my chest. Everything from last night plays in my mind like a movie on repeat. Every touch. Every breath. Every look. It was real. It actually happened. Me and Santino… we unlocked something new between us, something soft and intimate and perfect in a way that still makes my stomach twist with shy excitement.I sit up slowly, pushing the covers off my legs as the cold air brushes my skin. When I look down at the floor, I see the dress I wore last night lying there, rumpled and discarded like a silent reminder. My breath catches for a moment as I stare at it. I whisper to myself, “It happened… it really did,” because saying it out loud makes it feel even more real. My skin warms at the memory, and I have to cover my face with both hands to hide my silly grin even

(HAILEY POV) I wake up feeling like every bone in my body has melted into the mattress. My muscles ache in a slow, warm way that makes my cheeks heat up. The sheets feel too soft, too warm, and too full of memories I’m trying to process all at once. My eyelids feel heavy as I blink slowly, adjusting to the soft morning light leaking in through the curtains. Everything smells faintly like Santino clean, warm, and masculine and my body tenses with a strange mixture of embarrassment and satisfaction.Last night flashes through my mind in tiny broken pictures his hands on my hips, his low voice whispering my name like a prayer, the way he kissed me until I forgot how to breathe. The way he didn’t stop. The way I didn’t want him to stop. My legs tremble slightly as I stretch them under the covers, and a weak little groan escapes my lips.God.He had the stamina of something that wasn’t even human.I roll carefully onto my side, trying to gather myself so I can sit up, but the moment I mo

I sit on the bed, breathing slowly, my fingers still trembling a little from everything that happened earlier. My eyes feel tender, like I cried too hard, and my chest holds that strange mix of heaviness and lightness that always comes after an emotional break. Santino had held me through it quiet, firm, warm like he wasn’t going anywhere. And he hadn’t judged me. He hadn’t asked for more. He had just held me until the shaking stopped.After I calmed down, he left the room for a few minutes. I thought he was giving me space, or maybe he was leaving , but then he returned with a bowl of ice cream and two spoons. The sight was so unexpected that I actually laughed. My laugh was tiny, shaky, but real. The ice cream was cold and sweet against my tongue, and every scoop helped smooth out the raw edges inside me. Now, thinking of it, I still feel the chill of the creamy vanilla melting on my tongue.We’re in the home theater now. The lights are dim and the big screen glows softly in the

A strange, heavy weight sat deep in my chest the moment I woke up. It wasn’t sad. It wasn’t angry. It was just a thick, dull feeling. My body was awake, but my mind was stuck in the fog of last night.I stared at the ceiling. The silence wrapped around me like a thin, cool blanket. The things that happened yesterday floated in my memory like ghosts that would not leave.My father. Lila. My mother’s shaking hands. Her voice, cracked and sharp with pain.And Santino. His eyes when I yelled at him. The look of hurt. The disappointment. It felt like a tiny, painful needle pricking my skin.My stomach twisted. I pushed the thoughts away. I slowly sat up. I rubbed my face with both hands. The house was too quiet. The silence made the noises in my head too loud.I dragged myself to the bathroom. The cold floor tiles stung the bottoms of my feet. The bright light above flickered, then settled into a soft, white glow. I picked up my toothbrush. I stared in the mirror.For a moment, I forgot ho

The sound of fast, running feet filled the hallway. I heard them long before the medics showed up.Their uniforms were very bright white and red. They stood out in the dim light of the house. They entered the study. Their movements were calm and practiced. They did their jobs.I stood to the side. I wrapped my arms around myself. I watched everything through a strange, distant haze.They spoke softly to each other. I heard the soft, crisp rustle of the white sheet as they opened it. I heard the metallic click of their tools. I heard the quiet hum of the stretcher wheels.My father’s body looked even smaller once they covered him. The white cloth swallowed all his edges. It hid every line of his body. It hid the cruel look he used to wear.My mother’s loud crying echoed behind me. It was messy. It was broken. She kept swaying, like her legs could not hold her weight. Her phone kept vibrating every few seconds. Ping. Ping. Ping. Sharp little sounds that felt like stabs in the quiet air.