Too Late To Love Me, Mr Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Kira stared at the envelope in her hands. It was cream-colored, expensive paper, with her name written in Marcus’s sharp handwriting across the front.She opened it carefully.Inside was a single piece of paper with an address written in black ink. Nothing else. No explanation. No hint of what the surprise might be.“What is this?” she asked, looking up at Marcus.He smiled. “You’ll see tomorrow.”“Tomorrow?”“Happy birthday in advance, sis.”Kira blinked. Her birthday. She’d completely forgotten.Tomorrow, she’d turn thirty.She hadn’t celebrated her birthday in years. Adrian never remembered. His mother certainly didn’t care. And after the third year of waking up to silence, Kira had stopped expecting anything.She’d stopped counting the years.But Marcus remembered.“We’ll go to the address tomorrow morning,” he said. “You, me, and Lily. I think you’re going to like what yo

The boutique manager’s smile faltered slightly as she looked between Kira and the red dress on display.“Miss Ashford, I’m terribly sorry, but that particular dress has already been selected by another client.”Kira didn’t move. “Selected or purchased?”“Selected. The client is currently trying it on.”“Then it’s not sold yet.”“Well, no, but…”“Then I’d like to try it on as well.”The manager opened her mouth, clearly uncomfortable, when Vanessa emerged from the fitting room area.She wore the red dress.It fit her perfectly. The fabric clung to her body like it had been made for her. The open back showed smooth, flawless skin. The slit revealed long legs.She looked stunning.And she knew it.Vanessa walked toward them slowly, her eyes locked on Kira. “I believe this dress is taken.”Kira’s expression didn’t change. “You’re wearing it. Not buying it.”“I’m

The drive took over an hour.Kira watched the city fade behind them as they headed away from the noise and buildings. The roads became quieter. Trees lined the highways. The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink.Lily had fallen asleep against her grandmother’s shoulder. Her father sat beside them, watching the scenery pass by.Elijah sat across from Kira, quiet but present. Every so often, their eyes would meet, and he’d smile.“Do you know where we’re going?” Kira asked.“No idea,” Elijah said. “Marcus didn’t tell me anything. Just said to make sure you got there.”Kira looked out the window again. They were leaving the city completely now. The buildings were gone. In the distance, she could see something blue and endless.Water.The convoy slowed as they approached a private dock. The sun was lower now, casting golden light across everything.The cars stopped, and th

**KIRA** Kira stepped off the yacht, her hand in Lily’s, still trying to process everything that had just happened. The skywriting. Her name across the entire sky. The yacht. The champagne. The ocean. It was the best birthday she’d had in nine years. Maybe the best birthday she’d ever had. The dock was crowded with people who’d gathered to watch the yacht come in. Strangers were smiling at her, some even clapping. A few held up their phones, taking photos. Kira felt exposed but also strangely light. This was what it felt like to be celebrated. To be seen. Her parents walked beside her, her mother’s hand resting on her back. Elijah stayed close, carrying Lily’s small bag and the extra champagne bottle the crew had given them. “That was incredible,” her father said, his voice warm. “Marcus really outdid himself.” “He did,” Kira agreed, h

**KIRA** Kira’s bedroom looked like a war zone. Makeup brushes scattered across the vanity. Curling irons plugged in and heating. Dress bags hanging from every available surface. Three stylists moved around the room like a synchronized machine, each one focused on their task. Hair. Makeup. Nails. Kira sat in the center of it all, trying to stay still while someone painted her face and someone else worked on her hair. “Tilt your head slightly to the left, Miss Ashford.” She obeyed. “Eyes closed.” She closed them. A brush swept across her eyelids. Soft. Precise. “Okay, you can open.” Kira opened her eyes and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She barely recognized the woman staring back. Her skin looked flawless. Glowing. Her eyes were dramatic, lined in black with a subtle shimmer that made them look bigger, sharper. Her lips were painted a deep nude that matched the dress hanging behind her. “Wow,” she breathed. The makeup artist smiled. “We’re not