Todos los capítulos de A Second Chance For The Billionaire: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

The bedroom door closed with a soft click, isolating the world and its dangers from the universe that existed only for the two of us. The air still carried the sweet scent of the shampoo she had used hours before—a fragrance of jasmine and safety that now mixed with the electricity of desire. She was in my arms, light as a feather, but weighing as much as my entire world. Her eyes, still a little damp, kept staring at me, defiant and vulnerable at the same time."You're beautiful," the words came out of me like a fact, an absolute truth that needed no embellishment.She didn't answer with words. Instead, she buried her fingers in my hair and pulled my lips to hers again. It was a different kiss now—less hesitant, hungrier. It was the hunger of someone who had spent too long in the drought and finally

The view from the penthouse always looks different when Manu is here. The sky seems clearer, the city quieter, the air lighter. Or maybe it's just me—for the first time in many years, completely present, without pain gnawing at the back of my neck, without Helena's shadow pulling me under.Today was the day I never thought I'd see happen.Roger was arrested. Manu was free. And we… we were here, together, alive.Daniel was saying something about deadlines and legal formalities, but my mind couldn't focus. I just watched Manu laughing softly with Rose, her hands caressing her now-rounded belly, the sparkle in her eyes lighting up the entire room."You're very quiet," Daniel com

The digital clock read 3:47 a.m. when the crying started.It wasn't just any cry. It was that high-pitched, desperate wail that pierces through walls, cuts through silence, and punctures any trace of sleep still lingering in the body. I was already awake before the first whimper turned into a scream—in the last thirty days, my body had learned to anticipate the sound before it even happened.Georgia. Always Georgia first. The most impatient. The hungriest. The one who wouldn't wait a single second.Beside me, Manu was already sitting up, her hair tied in a messy bun, her nightgown wrinkled, her eyes still heavy with sleep, but her body moving before her mind had even processed. She scooped Georgia into her arms with the agility of someone who had done this a thousand times—and maybe she had, because the last thirty days had repeated themselves like an infinite loop."I'll get her," I murmured, reaching for the baby."No, you sleep a little more." Her voice was hoarse but firm. "You ha

The silence of the penthouse was almost deafening.Not the empty silence of before, when I lived alone with my pains and my fears. It was a different kind of silence—full of absence. Full of lack. The kind of silence that happens when two creatures who fill every space with their voices are sleeping, and you realize that without them, the world feels smaller.The twins were in their crib, finally quiet after a morning of endless crying. Helena had cried because she was cold. Georgia had cried because she was hot. Helena had cried because she wanted to be held. Georgia had cried because she wanted the other arm. I had changed diapers, prepared bottles, sung lullabies, paced back and forth until my feet ached. And now, in that brief moment of respite, I was exhausted—but I couldn't rest.Because, for the first time since the girls were born, Ravi wasn't home.He had gone back to work.And I knew this was going to happen. I knew he couldn't stay home forever, that the company needed him,

"You're going to do what?"Manu was sitting on the bed, holding Georgia in her arms, staring at me as if I'd just said I was going to climb Everest barefoot."A spa day," I repeated, as casually as possible. "You leave the house, go to a place where no one cries, no one poops, and no one needs you for a few hours. Massage, hot tub, silence. Sounds reasonable."She blinked a few times, as if processing the information in slow motion."Ravi, I can't leave. The girls...""The girls are staying with me." I pointed to my chest with pride. "Me, their father. The man who's changed over two hundred diapers in the last month. I've got