Billionaire Brothers Meet Runaway Sisters의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

RAYA The transition from the dusty streets of the North District to the grand dining hall of the Kim mansion was jarring. Mrs. Kim had wasted no time, immediately commanding her personal chef and a small army of maids to prepare a dinner that looked more like a state banquet than a family meal. As Riya and I finished cleaning ourselves in the massive master suite—a room larger than Mark’s entire apartment—we changed into the casual but elegant dresses the staff had provided. Stepping into the dining hall, the sheer scale of the preparation took my breath away. The long mahogany table was a landscape of culinary art. There were platters of glistening, expensive seafood, vibrant healthy salads drizzled with aged balsamic, and thick cuts of premium steak—some seared to a perfect medium-rare, others cooked well-done just the way Riya liked. There were delicate pastries that looked too beautiful to eat and crystal carafes filled with a variety of freshly pressed fruit beverages. We stood

RAYAA gentle, repetitive tap on my shoulder dragged me from a dreamless sleep."Hey, Raya, wake up," Riya’s voice whispered close to my ear. "It’s time for your prenatal checkup. You need to get ready. Leon told me their private doctor is already on her way here."I groaned, shifting beneath the heavy silk duvet. The sheer luxury of the bed couldn’t mask the heavy, exhausting weight of early pregnancy. My limbs felt like lead, and a familiar, bitter wave of morning nausea was already swirling in my throat. Moving around felt like a monumental task, but Riya was already pulling back the sheets, her eyes filled with that familiar, maternal alertness she always carried for me.Before I could even swing my legs out of bed, the door clicked open. Mrs. Kim stepped in, a radiant, genuine smile splashing across her face the moment she saw us."Hey, sweethearts! Breakfast is ready," she chirped, walking over to smooth down the edge of our blanket. She looked at us both, her eyes softening with

RAYA​The document was processed. Legally, I was no longer Raya Valderama; I was Raya Kim. The single syllable of his surname carried a crushing weight, sealing my fate to a dynasty that felt entirely foreign.​Later that evening, I stood by the glass vanity in Jin's master bedroom—which was now officially our room. The sheer expanse of the space made me feel small, like an unwanted artifact left on display. I was carefully unlinking the simple, slightly tarnished silver bracelet my mother had given me before she passed, my fingers trembling slightly. The sudden click of the bathroom door breaking the silence made me freeze.​Jin stepped out, a dark towel slung over his broad shoulders, his damp hair messy and falling across his forehead. He stopped the moment his eyes met mine through the mirror, a subtle tension tightening his jaw. It was as if he were realizing all over again that his solitary, disciplined life had been permanently altered.​He walked over to his dresser, his movem

RAYAIt was nearly 3:00 AM when I heard the heavy, exhausting sound of military boots clicking slowly down the long hallway. I hadn't expected him to come into the room tonight, considering the chaos at the headquarters, but the door handle turned with a soft, deliberate click.Jin walked in. His structured uniform jacket was already gone, leaving him in a black tactical undershirt that was slightly damp from the lingering midnight rain. He paused when his eyes found me, clearly surprised to find me still awake and sitting by the large glass window.He didn't say anything at first. He walked over to the nightstand, unbuckled his heavy tactical watch, and set it down with a muted clink. The raw, heartbreaking words his mother had shared about his father echoed violently in my mind, making the rigid, tense lines of his broad back look incredibly heavy. The weight he carried wasn't just military duty; it was a lifelong armor against grief."You should be sleeping," he said flatly, his gra

RAYATime didn't just pass; it transformed. As the weeks blurred into months, the subtle curve of my abdomen finally blossomed into a visible, undeniable truth. During our last visit, the private doctor confirmed I was four months along. Next week, we would finally know the gender.I sat by the sprawling bay window of our master suite, my hand resting gently on my stomach. I was genuinely excited, a feeling so pure it almost hurt. Whatever this child was—boy or girl—I vowed to love them with the same fierce, unconditional devotion our parents had once showered on us. My thoughts drifted to them, and a hollow ache settled in my chest. They would never hold their grandchild. If heaven allowed visitation, I would visit them every single day just to show them how far we’d come.The door creaked open, and Riya stepped in. I frowned. She was wearing our old uniform—the one from the bar where we used to work."Hey, sister. Why are you wearing that?" I asked, my voice tight with confusion.Riy