Semua Bab The Billionaires Choice : Bab 101 - Bab 110

RaphaelWe were finally outside the warehouse, all of my guys were surrounding the building. This had to be it. Felix had sent us every location that resembled the pictures Mason had sent to me. Pictures that would forever haunt me. We searched every location thoroughly, and each one was a fail, my sanity stripped with every single one. The love of my life was suffering, and I was incompetent.Entering the warehouse, we moved slowly, being careful not to make any noise. Ondina. My Ondina was here I knew it. She had to be.I hadn't slept properly in weeks, haunted by her absence. Haunted by vivid images of what could possibly be happening to her, and over the past few days, I was given a visual of the reality she was actually living. It was driving me mad with excruciating feelings. The warehouse was a maze of shadows and decaying machinery. The only light came from the weak, flickering bulbs dangling from the ceiling. The scent of damp concrete mingled with something else, something

OndinaThe doctors said Ondina was lucky to be alive. That her injuries were severe, and that she suffered a traumatic delivery, but they didn't say the words she was desperate to hear. They didn't say she was gonna be okay.Raphael sat beside her now, his hand desperately holding onto hers. She could hear it in his voice, this was waring on him. He sounded worried and exhausted. He's been there, holding her hand, whispering words of love and encouragement, even though she was lost in a silent world surrounded by pure blackness. 'He thinks I can hear him. Maybe I can. A little.'"Ondina," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Please, baby, please come back to me. To us. The twins need you... I need you."She struggled to hear his words. They were so faint, but the vibrations of his voice comforted her in this sea of darkness. My heart ached in her chest. 'The twins. Did he say that the twins were alive?'So many emotions were flowing through her, and all she wanted to do was

MasonMan, I really fuck myself this time. I was laying in my own bodily fluids on a cement floor of a cabins basement. The air was thick with the sick mix of blood, urine, and something else… something rotten. It was clinging to me, settling in my lungs like a suffocating blanket. It’s been months, hasn’t it? Months since they dragged me kicking and screaming into this hellhole. Months of me getting the shit kicked out of me and moths of regretting my decisions.I couldn’t see much. My eyes were swollen shut most of the time, thanks to Thomas’s… methods. He likes to use a thin, stinging oil on them. Says "it’s a special blend," guaranteed to keep me awake for his little performances.He’s a monster, a finely tailored monster with a bottomless well of rage, but that was my fault. I did brutally murder his woman. He made sure to remind me in between sessions. The pain in his eyes was a constant reminder. What made it more sinister was that he would smile the entire time. His smile was

Ondina“Thomas came by earlier,” Raphael said, his voice carefully neutral. “He wanted to see how you were doing.”Thomas. The name felt… important. A pang of guilt coated her stomach. She tried to rake her mind for any memory of him.“Camie…” she whispered, the name a fragile breath on her lips.Raphael’s expression tightened, a fleeting flicker of pain crossing his features. “Camille is… gone, Ondina. You know that.”But did she? Intellectually, she knew that Camille was dead. Raphael and everyone else had told her, but the knowledge felt detached, unreal. Sometimes, she thought she could feel her presence, or a lingering scent of her perfume. Was it a memory? A hallucination? She couldn’t tell.“I… remember,” she confessed, the words a choked whisper. “I mean, I remember you told me." Tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision. She felt lost, adrift in a sea of unfamiliar faces and fragmented memories. She was a wife, a mother, and a survivor, but who was she, really?Raphael

Raphael"What about Camille?" I asked."Camille? what about her?" She asked with a look of sadness in her eyes."Camie had a lot of baby names but I didn't like any of them." Taking her hands in mine, I smiled, my eyes with sorrow."No, little flower... I meant for her name." I looked over at our sleeping baby girl.The tears began to form in Ondina's eyes as recognition hit her. She looked up at me and placed a trembling hand to my face."Oh, Raphael," she whispered. "That's... I love it."The silence stretched between us. It wouldn't bring Camille back, but it would honor her memory, keep her spirit alive within our family."Are you sure?" Ondina asked again, her voice barely audible. "Of course I am, but I wanted to know if it would be okay for you. Would it be...too painful?" She returned her hand back to mine and squeezed."It is painful," She admitted. "But it's also...right. She would have loved them, Raf. She does love them, and it means a lot to have her name be a part of