บททั้งหมดของ Too Late To Love Me, Mr Billionaire : บทที่ 211 - บทที่ 217

Kira’s POVThe autumn menu revision was spread across her desk, twelve pages of handwritten notes and crossed out items and margins full of questions she hadn’t answered yet, and Kira was sitting in her office at the back of the restaurant on a Thursday morning with a red pen and a cold coffee when her phone buzzed.Alyssa.A screenshot. No caption.Kira picked up her phone and looked at it.The post was long, the kind of long that meant someone had been composing it for a while and had finally decided to send it, and it was public, on an account with a real name and a real photograph and enough followers that the screenshot had already been shared forty times before Alyssa sent it to her.The man’s name was Thomas Acheampong. Twenty-eight years old, property developer, based between London and New York, and he had written in careful detail about a relationship he’d been in for two years with a woman he named, with a woman whose son he named, with a woman who had apparently told him t

Adrian’s POVHis phone rang early morning on a Sunday morning.It was Marcus calling, again.He took his phone and picked up the call.“I’m sorry,” Marcus said. “She said yes.”Adrian stood at the kitchen counter with the coffee he’d just poured and said nothing for a moment.“I wanted you to hear it from me,” Marcus said. “Not from anyone else.”“I appreciate that man.”“Are you alright.”“I’m fine.” He set the coffee down. “When did it happen.”“Ohh, last night. Elijah took her to Solace after hours, cooked for her himself, and all that stuffs.” A pause. “She called me this morning. She sounded really happy.”“Good.”“Adrian.”“Marcus, I’m fine.” He pulled out a chair and sat at the kitchen table. “I mean it.”Marcus was quiet for a moment. Over the past months they’d found their way to something that worked, the two of them, not despite Kira but around her, two men who had both loved her differently and had enough respect for each other to acknowledge it without making it strange.

Kira’s POV Lily was still asleep on the couch where Kira had carried her at some point between four and six, covered with the throw blanket from the armchair, rabbit tucked in beside her. Kira sat at the kitchen table with both hands around a cup of tea she’d made and not drunk and watched the early light come in through the window and thought about what she already knew she was going to do. She picked up her phone and called Elijah. He picked up on the second ring. “You’re awake,” she said. “Have been for a while.” His voice was quiet and steady and completely unsurprised and that steadiness was one of the things she loved most about him and one of the things that told her she was right about what she was about to say. “Where are you.” “Kitchen. Lily fell asleep down here.” “I know, I heard her come down.” A pause. “Do you want me to come down.” “Pl

Six years later Kira Ashford is thriving, she’s appeared on the cover of Forbes for the second time, opened her restaurants in Lagos, Accra, Singapore, Tokyo and Nairobi, expanded the hotel portfolio to seven properties across three continents, launched a culinary foundation that funded training programs for young chefs across West Africa and Southeast Asia, and appeared on every major stage. The Wall Street Journal called her the most significant hospitality entrepreneur of her generation. CNN, BBC, Time Magazine, every major platform that covered business and culture and women came to her for questions and interviews. This was Kira’s message when she was asked on a podcast. “What would she say to a woman sitting in an unhappy marriage or difficult situation and was too afraid to leave.” You can do it, you are stronger than what is holding you, you will make mistakes because everyone does but mistakes are the middle of the story not the end, give yourself time to heal properly and