FORCED TO MARRY MY SISTER'S BILLIONAIRE FIANCE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Please," I whispered. "I'll do anything. I'll work harder. I'll…""Gabrielle," she said gently, "go home, rest, and take care of yourself."I couldn't speak; I just stood there staring at Maria, waiting for her to change her mind. But she didn't."I can do better," I whispered. "I promise. Please."Maria shook her head slowly."You need to take care of yourself.”I just stood up and walked out of the office before she could see me cry.I grabbed my bag from the staff room.Alex tried to stop me."Gabrielle, wait…”I shook my head. "Not now, Alex, please."I didn't cry until I was outside.I stood on the sidewalk, clutching my bag tightly as the tears finally fell.For a few minutes, I just stood there and let myself cry, and then I wiped my face.Crying wouldn't bring my job back. It wouldn't put food in my stomach, and it certainly wouldn't feed the two babies growing inside me.I took a deep breath and kept walking, even though my feet felt heavy.By the time I reached my small apar

The three dots appeared on the screen, then they disappeared and appeared again. My heart jumped every single time.I sat on the edge of my bed, clutching my phone with both hands while I watched the stranger type.Finally, a message came through.Thank you… My name is Clara, and I own Little Stars Children's Boutique. I really like your white dress design. Would you be willing to make one for me?I swallowed hard.My eyes drifted to the small picture of the dress on my screen. I had only designed it; I'd never actually made it.My stomach tightened.'I can try,' I typed.The reply came almost instantly.I don't need anything complicated. Just one sample. If I like it, I'll pay you and we can discuss more designs.I stared at the message. One sample that sounded simple enough.But there was one problem. I didn't have fabric, and I definitely didn't have enough money to buy expensive materials.I looked towards the small purse lying besides my bed. Inside was almost everything I had le

My hand tightened around my phone.For a few seconds, I couldn't move. The apartment was quiet, save for the soft, steady tick of the old clock above the kitchen door. I looked at the sketchbook beside me and touched the first page. I have proof…I took a deep breath and opened Clara’s contact. My thumb hovered over the message box. I didn’t want to scare her off or make her think I was trouble. She’d just given me my first real order. But staying quiet wouldn’t protect me either, so I started typing.Clara, I’ve just received a serious accusation about the white dress. Someone is claiming I copied their design. Before you hear anything else, I want you to see my original sketches with their dates. I designed this dress myself.I attached clear photos of every page, then added one more message.Please take a look at everything before making any decision.My thumb hovered over the send button, and my stomach was in knots as I pressed send.I put the phone down and walked away; five m

My hand shook as I put the pen to the paper. I traced the final letters slowly. Then I sat back and looked at the word I had just written.Lia.For a moment, I did not know why that name came to me so easily. Then my hand moved again, and I wrote another name beneath it.Luca.I touched the two names; a warm feeling filled my chest. I had been afraid that being a mother would take away my freedom and dreams, but looking at those names, I felt differently. Maybe my babies were not the end of my dreams. Maybe they were the reason I had to fight harder.I took a deep breath and wrote one more line.Luca & Lia.I stared at it for a long time.It was simple and plain. It was just my babies’ names, nothing fancy, but it belonged to us. I smiled softly."Luca & Lia," I said again, my fingers resting over my stomach. "This is for you.""I will build something for you," I said softly. "Something nobody can take away from us."My eyes burned, but I blinked quickly. The next morning, I made a

The elevator doors slid shut before I could say anything.I stood there, staring at my reflection in the shiny metal doors; my face looked calmer than I felt…One hand rested protectively over my belly, almost without me realizing it."You're not going to regret it," I whispered.The elevator reached the ground floor with a soft chime. I stepped out quickly, walking through the glass doors into the cold afternoon air. I breathed in deep, letting the coolness fill my lungs as I walked to the bus stop, clutching my folder in one hand and resting the other on my stomach.The twins moved gently; I stopped and smiled despite everything."Your mother's still fighting," I whispered.I looked down at the folder."I promise. I'll make this work."The bus came a few minutes later.I got on the bus and sat near the back. As the city passed by outside the window, I opened my wallet and found only small notes left. I stared at it for a moment before closing it again. I tried not to worry, but I