บททั้งหมดของ STUCK WITH MR. BILLIONAIRE FOR CHRISTMAS : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

CINNAMONToday was our last day in Japan, and I hated it. I didn't want any of it to end. Nonetheless, I was so grateful for these last few days here.We'd explored Japanese streets lined with vendors selling everything imaginable. We had family breakfasts at small cafés where the owners greeted us like regulars and happiness seemed baked into the walls. Wandered through markets where Thessa dragged me to every colorful stall while Dante's mom and mine walked arm-in-arm like old friends discovering each other.It gave me time to bond with them. Thessa and her endless questions, Dove with her protective sister energy that reminded me of Khloe, Dante's mom with her quiet wisdom and the way she looked at her son like he'd hung the moon.They were all amazing people, which only made me wonder where Marcus had gotten his entire personality. Certainly not from this family. From what I'd learned about Dante's father, definitely not from him either.Today we'd decided on a beachfront restaura

DANTEJapan felt like a dream. The reality was that I had been back home for days, overwhelmed with work, barely sleeping, and missing everyone, especially her.I had immersed myself in catching up on everything that piled up while we were away: contracts, meetings, crisis management. Hours slipped by without me noticing until my eyes burned and my neck ached.I didn’t have time to spend with Cinnamon. We texted as much as possible throughout the day since we hardly saw each other. She would always send me pictures of cute things and countless reels that I barely had time to watch, and I replied with one-word responses between conference calls.It was frustrating.To make it up to her, I started planning something special for Valentine’s Day, just five days away, something significant enough to ease the guilt of being absent right after our return.Despite my hectic schedule, I made sure to call her late at night and stayed on the phone until she drifted off to sleep, her breathing ca

CINNAMONI had never felt this level of happiness before. My body felt cherished, and my heart felt secure. This man had erased every trace of heartbreak that Marcus had left behind, replacing it with something I had never known—true love.We hadn't started off on the best note. The fake engagement, the lies, the walls we both built. Yet somehow, we managed to find our way to this moment together, creating something beautiful and daunting that was worth fighting for.Every day with Dante, I witnessed our growth not just as individuals but as genuine partners. I had already begun envisioning a future with him—a house and kids. The picture I kept painting was stunning.Yesterday, he asked me to clear my schedule for today February fourteenth, Valentine's Day. And as always, he wouldn’t reveal his plans; he simply mentioned that his driver would pick me up at eight PM.I had made preparations too. I set up a backup plan in my apartment—dinner, wine, candles ready to be lit if his grand g

DANTE "Cinnamon—" I reached for her again, desperate, feeling like I was drowning. "DON'T!" She stepped back until she hit the wall, physically flinching from my touch as if I were toxic. "Don't touch me. Don't come near me. I can't—I need—" She couldn’t finish. She couldn’t breathe. Her chest heaved with panic or grief or perhaps a mix of both. I stood there, speechless and completely helpless. How was I supposed to explain? Where would I even begin? My deception? The tangled web of lies and death that linked our families? Marcus shouldn’t have been the one to tell her. I should've told her sooner. Fuck me for waiting for the right time to tell her everything. Marcus had been too quiet lately; I should have sensed he was planning something, should have predicted this very scenario. But I hadn’t. And now she looked at me as if I were a stranger, as if everything between us had been a lie. He could have targeted my company, my projects, my reputation and I wouldn’t have cared.

CINNAMON"Seems like it." Risa squeezed my hand. "You might think everything that happened is terrible. And it is. But God saved you, Cinnamon, from Dante and his brother. We thought he was different from Marcus, but we were mistaken. They're all the same."Her words should have been comforting, should have made me feel justified. Instead, they only made me cry harder. Because a part of me—a foolish, shattered part—still wanted to believe there was some kind of explanation. That the man who had tattooed my face on his chest wasn't the same man who had plotted my downfall.Risa held me as I sobbed. "Things will be okay. I promise. This will pass."My phone started ringing, and I glanced at the screen through my blurred vision.Dove.I hit decline and blocked the number.It rang again immediately, a different number but probably still her, calling from someone else's phone.Decline. Block."You should talk to her," Risa said gently. "At least hear her out.""No." My voice came out sharp