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Lahat ng Kabanata ng Burning Desires (An Open Marriage With The Billionaire): Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

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41: Who Built This?

SOPHIA LANCASTERThe sound of shattering china was the only thing loud enough to cut through my panic. I sat frozen in the center of the massive, unfamiliar bed, my chest heaving, my hands clutching the duvet so tightly my knuckles were white. The scream was still echoing in my ears, a raw, terrified sound that I barely recognized as my own.Julian Thorne stood in the doorway, staring at me.Dark liquid… coffee, by the smell of it was pooling around his polished leather shoes, seeping into the floor. Shards of white porcelain lay scattered like jagged teeth.He didn't move. He didn't rush forward to comfort me, nor did he back away in disgust. He just stood there, his expression unreadable, calculating the situation with a terrifying stillness."Sophia," he said. His voice was low, devoid of any threat. I scrambled backward until my back hit the headboard, pulling the duvet up to my chin. I looked down at the navy blue silk pajamas I was wearing. They weren't mine. "Where..." I croak

42: Want Divorce

SOPHIA LANCASTER The silence in the room was heavy, pressing against my eardrums like the pressure drop before a storm.I was sitting on the floor, my back pressed against the door, legs drawn up to my chest. I had dragged the heavy armchair over to wedge it under the handle.My heart was still hammering against my ribs, fueled by the adrenaline of screaming at Beatrice. For five years, I had played the role of a quiet wife. The supportive partner, the hidden genius. I had let them take the credit, let them preen in the spotlight while I sat in the dark fixing their mistakes and for what? To be called a "prop"? To be assaulted in my own bed?I looked at my hands. They were trembling with rage. The doorknob rattled.I didn't move. I stared at the handle as it twisted violently, then stopped when the lock held. "Sophia," Daniel's voice came through muffled but laced with frustration. "Open the door."I didn't answer. I rested my chin on my knees, watching the door, "Sophia, don't be ch

43: A Break

SOPHIA LANCASTER The hospital was quiet, smelling of antiseptic as we stepped inside. Daniel and I burst into Room 304, breathless, prepared for the sight. I was ready to see my mother convulsing, fighting for air, her fragile body finally giving up the ghost.Instead, I found her sitting up slightly against the pillows. She was pale and the heart monitor was beeping weakly steady but she wasn't seizing. She looked tired and when she saw us, she looked relieved."Mom?" I gasped, rushing to the bedside, my hands hovering over her as if I were afraid to touch her. "The nurse said... she said you were convulsing.""I felt it coming," my mother whispered, she reached out a trembling hand, not for me, but towards the space between us. "I felt the darkness, Sophie. I thought... I thought it was time."Daniel stepped up beside me. He wasn't out of breath anymore, he had smoothed his suit jacket before we even crossed the threshold. "We're here, Mom," he said, his voice dropping into that wa

44: Eat and Talk It Out

SOPHIA LANCASTER The lock on the room door clicked shut, but the sound didn't make me feel safe. I leaned against the wood, sliding down until I hit the floor. My body was vibrating with adrenaline and exhaustion. I was heavy, and my skin felt too tight for my body. My head was full of noise.I needed it to stop, my phone was still in my hand. My thumb moved automatically, bypassing the logic of my brain and going straight to the need in my blood.I pressed the contact.It rang once."Sophia?" Ethan's voice was deep and rough."I'm drained," I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut. I didn't have the energy to say hello or explain. "I feel... heavy. Ethan, I feel like I'm drowning, I need relief."There was no hesitation on the other end. No "What happened?" or "Are you okay?" Just immediate, decisive action. "Come home," he commanded softly. I hung up.I stood up, grabbed my purse and my keys. I walked out of the room, down the hallway, and passed the living room where Daniel was likely

45: A Flash

SOPHIA LANCASTER I was showered, wrapped in one of Ethan’s oversized robes, and sitting on the edge of his bed. Ethan walked in from the living room. He was dressed in black slacks and a white shirt, the top buttons undone. He watched me for a moment, leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed.He pulled a black box from the top shelf and tossed it onto the bed."What is this?" I asked, eyeing the box."Do you trust me?""Implicitly.""Then get dressed, we’re going out."I opened the box. Inside, nestled in black tissue paper, was a dress that looked less like fabric and more like molten metal. It was a slip of liquid silver, scandalously short, with a cowl neck and a back that went dangerously low.Beneath it lay two masks, Venetian-style lace masks made of black metal.I looked up at him, my pulse skipping a beat. "Ethan, where are we going?""We're going to Nocturne," he said, "You know it?"I nodded slowly. Everyone knew Nocturne, but few had ever been inside. It was an under

46: Offered A Ride

SOPHIA LANCASTER “I have to go, I can’t stay here anymore,” I mumbled, the flash of the camera was still burned into my retinas."Sophia, wait!"Ethan's voice was rough reaching for me from the shadows of the balcony. He grabbed for my wrist, and I jerked away as if his skin were made of fire."No!" I gasped, stumbling back, clutching the front of the silver dress. "Don't touch me.""I'm getting you out of here," Ethan insisted, stepping into the light, though his mask was still firmly in place. "I'm not letting you run out there alone.""If we leave together, the person may get what they want!" I muttered, "Don't you get it? If they get a shot of us walking out that door, it's over. I can’t be seen with you."I couldn't even say Ethan's name. In my panic, he had become the evidence."Sophia…""Stay here!" I ordered, my voice cracking. "Do not follow me. Do not call me, just... stay."I didn't wait for his response. I turned and sprinted through the heavy curtains, back into the pound

47: Realization

SOPHIA LANCASTER The interior of Julian Thorne's car was quieter than a tomb and smelled infinitely more expensive. I sat in the passenger seat, huddled deep inside the oversized beige trench coat I had bought from the department store rack. My arms were wrapped tightly around my chest, trying to stop the tremors that were rolling through my body in waves.I felt small.I, Sophia Lancaster, the woman who architected the security protocols for half the Fortune 500, felt like a child who had been picked up by the principal after getting into trouble.Beep.My phone vibrated in my purse.Beep. Beep.It was the third time in two minutes.I didn't need to look to know who it was, Ethan would be pacing on the balcony, staring at the empty street where I had fled, wondering if I was safe or if I had been cornered by the photographer.I stared straight ahead, refusing to check it. I felt the weight of Julian's gaze shift from the road to me, then to my purse, and back again. He didn't speak

48: After Party

SOPHIA LANCASTERFive Days Later.The private dining room at Le Bernardin was a study in hushed opulence. The walls were lined with textured silk, the lighting was dim and golden, and the center of the long table was dominated by a floral arrangement.I sat at the center of the table, flanked by Mr. Yamamoto on my left and Daniel on my right.For the last five days, I had been a ghost. I hadn't returned to Tribeca. I hadn't answered Ethan's calls, though my phone buzzed with his name every few hours like a heartbeat I was trying to ignore. I had buried myself in the server room, sleeping on the leather couch in my office, driven by a single, manic purpose: finish the project. Secure the deal. Get the leverage.And now, we were here."To the future," Mr. Yamamoto said, raising his crystal flute of champagne. His English was precise, "And to a partnership that will redefine the sector.""To the future," the table chorused.I raised my glass, sipping the dry, cold liquid. It tasted like

49: He Won

SOPHIA LANCASTERDaniel showed me the image of I fucking with Ethan on his phone, and I stared at it. The silver dress bunched at my waist, the arch of my back. The way my legs were wrapped around Ethan, my face was thrown back, mouth open, eyes squeezed shut in a moment of pure, unguarded abandon.My heart hammered against my ribs, the blood rushed in my ears, drowning out the low hum of the refrigerator and the distant sounds of the city. Daniel stood there, holding the phone steady, his face a calm, calculated disappointment."You..." I choked out, the word scraping my throat. "You had me followed.""Protected," Daniel corrected smoothly, though his eyes were cold. "I had the company assets protected and as it turns out, my concerns were justified."He swiped the screen, putting the phone back into his pocket. The evidence was gone from sight, but its weight remained in the room, I took a step back, my legs feeling like they might give way. I needed to breathe, I needed to think bu

50: Light Matches

SOPHIA LANCASTER Morning didn't break, it crashed down on me. I woke up, my body tangled in the duvet I had pulled over my head hours ago. My head felt like it had been filled with concrete, my eyes were swollen shut, the skin around them tight and raw from the salt of dried tears.I lay there for a long time, staring at the sliver of light peeking through the blackout curtains. For a split second, that merciful, brief moment between sleep and consciousness I forgot. I forgot the flash of the camera, the smirk on Daniel's face. I forgot that my life, as I knew it, was over.I groaned, rolling onto my side, burying my face in the pillow. I wanted to stay here, wanted to sink into the mattress and dissolve. I wanted to never see his face again but the clock on the nightstand read 8:30 AM. Sunday.If I stayed in bed, Daniel would come in. He would bring coffee, would play the role of the concerned husband, and if I rejected him, he would flash that shark-like smile and remind me of the

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