All Chapters of Mr Kingston, It's Too Late: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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Chapter 51: The Broken Chessboard

Raphael stood in the doorway, chest heaving. His dark coat was unbuttoned, his tie loose. He looked like a man who had just run a marathon to deliver a miracle.He walked quickly to the glass desk. He slapped the thick folder down onto the smooth surface."Claire, you have to look at this," Raphael said. His voice was breathless and completely filled with victory. "It is all here. The bank transfers. The shell companies. Daniel Hayes is Aegis Capital. He funded Sophia. He set up the delays for the Halcyon Hotel Group project just to play the hero. He is a complete psychopath."Claire did not move.She sat perfectly still in her leather chair. She looked at the folder. Then, she slowly lifted her head and looked at his face.Her eyes were completely dry. They were hollow, cold, and entirely dead.Raphael's triumphant smile slowly faded. The air in the room suddenly felt incredibly heavy. He took a small step back, his dark eyes scanning her pale face."Sweetheart?" Raphael asked softly

Chapter 52: The Empty Penthouse

The cold night air hit Raphael like a physical blow as he walked out of the glass doors of Ellis Designs.He did not look back. He kept his eyes fixed straight ahead. His chest felt completely hollow, like someone had reached inside and ripped his heart out.A sleek black Maybach was idling at the curb.Raphael opened the back door and slid onto the leather seat. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the headrest.Ethan was sitting in the driver's seat. He looked at Raphael through the rearview mirror. Ethan expected to see the victorious, arrogant CEO who had just crushed a rival.Instead, he saw a completely broken man."Boss?" Ethan asked quietly. "What happened up there? Did you show her the file on Daniel?""Just drive, Ethan," Raphael said. His voice was completely dead. It held no anger and no energy.Ethan frowned. He put the car in gear and pulled away from the curb. He drove for ten minutes in total silence. The atmosphere in the back seat was suffocating.Et

Chapter 53: The Worst Burglar

The morning sun streaming through the blinds was absolutely entirely too bright. Raphael groaned. He threw his good arm over his eyes, trying to block out the harsh light. His head was pounding with the worst hangover he had experienced in a decade. "You look like a raccoon that got run over by a garbage truck," Ethan announced cheerfully. Raphael moved his arm just enough to glare at his cousin. Ethan was standing in the small kitchen of his downtown apartment, wearing a perfectly pressed suit and holding a steaming mug of coffee. He walked over and set the mug on the coffee table right next to Raphael’s head. "Drink," Ethan ordered. "You smell like a distillery, boss." Raphael sat up slowly, wincing as his ribs flared with a sharp, burning pain. He looked down at himself. He was wearing a wrinkled white t-shirt and a pair of Ethan’s old, baggy sweatpants that had a faded fraternity logo on the thigh. He was the CEO of Kingston Corporation, and he looked like a broke college

Chapter 54: The Night I Remembered

Raphael stared down at her, his breath catching in his throat.He did not dare to move. He was terrified that if he blinked, or if he reached out to touch her, the illusion would shatter and he would wake up back on Ethan’s uncomfortable couch."You lied," Raphael repeated, his voice barely a rough whisper."I lied," Claire confirmed. She didn't look away. "I did not want you to leave, Raphael. I was just so hurt. I was so incredibly exhausted from being manipulated."Raphael slowly shook his head, his dark eyes filled with absolute desperation. "I swear to you, Claire. I never froze your accounts. I never touched your company's money. Sophia used her executive clearance to plant those digital logs. She wanted to build a wall between us.""I know," Claire said softly. She reached out and gently rested her hands flat against his chest, right over his plain white t-shirt. "Ethan told me. He told me she initiated the security freezes right before he locked her out. She set you up, and I

Chapter 55: The Checkmate

The ride back to the penthouse was completely peaceful.Ethan drove the car, constantly looking in the rearview mirror and shaking his head. He looked exhausted, but there was a massive, relieved smile on his face."I still cannot believe you ambushed me in a closet," Ethan grumbled, looking at Claire."I did not ambush you," Claire smiled softly from the back seat. Her hand was firmly laced with Raphael's. "You drop things when you get scared. That is not my fault.""I was traumatized," Ethan argued, pulling the black Maybach up to the luxury high-rise building. "Okay. Get out. Both of you. I am going back to sleep, and I do not want to hear from either of you until tomorrow.""Thank you, Ethan," Raphael said. His voice was incredibly genuine.Raphael and Claire stepped out of the car and rode the private elevator up to the top floor.When they stepped into the penthouse, the heavy, suffocating tension that had haunted the apartment for three years was completely gone.Raphael droppe

Chapter 56: A Clean Slate

The hallway outside the boardroom felt entirely different.Just an hour ago, Claire had walked down this plush carpet feeling like she was marching to her own execution. Now, the air felt light. The heavy, suffocating weight that had crushed her chest for the last three years was completely gone.Raphael’s hand was warm and firm around hers. He didn't let go as they walked toward the executive elevators."Raphael! Wait!"The sharp, frantic voice echoed down the hall.Raphael stopped. He let out a slow, exhausted sigh and turned around.Vivian Kingston was hurrying toward them. Her perfect composure was completely shattered. Her designer dress looked a little less intimidating, and her eyes were wide with panic."Raphael, you have to listen to me," Vivian said, stopping a few feet away. She looked nervously at Claire, then back to her son. "I had no idea Sophia forged those papers. You have to believe me. I thought Claire actually filed them.""It doesn't matter what you thought, Mothe

Chapter 57: The Kingston Holiday

The morning sun hit the bedroom floor with a bright, unforgiving glare.Claire blinked. Her eyelashes felt incredibly heavy. She tried to shift her leg, but a dull, deep ache immediately spread through her thighs and lower back. She let out a tiny, breathy sigh.Every single muscle in her body felt like jelly. It was not a bad ache. It was a heavy, lazy soreness that made her want to sink right through the mattress and sleep for another ten years.They had not slept. Not until the sun actually started creeping over the city skyline.She was completely naked under the thick white duvet. And she was entirely trapped.Raphael had his good arm wrapped tight around her waist. His broad chest was pressed flush against her bare back. He was fast asleep. His breathing was slow and steady, his warm breath fanning across the sensitive skin of her neck.She closed her eyes again, letting her body sink into the soft cotton sheets. She felt thoroughly, completely exhausted. But for the first time

Chapter 58: The Hostage and the Coffee Demon

Ethan stared at the massive stack of blue folders on his desk. He wanted to set them on fire.He was sitting in the Vice President's office of Kingston Corporation. It was 6:00 PM on a Thursday. He was supposed to be at an upscale Italian restaurant right now, drinking expensive wine and making a charming first impression.Instead, he was looking at quarterly budget reports while his billionaire cousin was probably feeding his wife strawberries in bed.Ethan picked up his phone. He let out a long, painful sigh and dialed the number.It rang three times."Hello?" a sweet voice answered."Hey, Vanessa," Ethan said, rubbing his eyes. "It's Ethan. Look, I am so incredibly sorry, but I can't make it tonight."The silence on the other end of the line was freezing."You are canceling," Vanessa said flatly. "Again.""I know, I know! It is terrible," Ethan pleaded, running a hand through his hair. "But we have a massive corporate crisis. And by crisis, I mean the CEO literally abandoned the co

Chapter 59: The Pasta Incident

"This is mathematically impossible."Raphael glared down at the sticky, lumpy mess of dough sitting on the expensive marble kitchen island. He was wearing dark sweatpants and a tight black t-shirt. There was a streak of white flour smeared right across his cheek."It is just flour and eggs, Raphael," Claire laughed. She was sitting on a tall barstool, holding a glass of red wine. She looked incredibly relaxed, wearing one of his oversized button-down shirts."It is a trap," Raphael grumbled. He tried to pull his hands away, but the dough stretched and stuck to his fingers like superglue. "I run a billion-dollar empire. I negotiate with hostile foreign investors. I do not understand why this egg refuses to bind with this flour.""You used too much water," Claire pointed out, taking a sip of her wine."The recipe on the tablet said half a cup!""You used a coffee mug, Raphael," Claire smiled, pointing at the massive ceramic mug sitting near the sink. "That is not half a cup."Raphael lo

Chapter 60: The First Date

The two-week Kingston Holiday went by in an absolute blur.Claire stood in front of the full-length mirror in the master bedroom. She smoothed her hands down the sides of the blood-red silk dress. It was the exact same dress Maya had smuggled into the penthouse two weeks ago. The one Raphael had threatened to never let her take off.The bathroom door clicked open.Raphael walked out, adjusting the cuffs of a sharp, tailored black suit. He stopped dead in his tracks.His hands dropped to his sides. His dark eyes slowly dragged from the hem of the red silk, up the dangerous curve of her waist, to the delicate straps resting on her bare shoulders."You wore the red dress," Raphael said. His voice was instantly an octave lower."I told you I was going to," Claire smiled, turning around to face him. She grabbed a pair of black stilettos. "Do you like it?""I hate it," Raphael stepped closer. His eyes were burning with that familiar, hungry possessiveness. "I hate it because I have to let y

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