A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

With a smirk, Raphael’s hand slid beneath Elissa’s clothing, a move he considered entirely normal for two people in a relationship.

Yet, Elissa hesitated, her reluctance palpable.

Apart from her pregnancy, she despised the relationship between Raphael and Sandra.

The mere thought of their rapport made her stomach churn with sickness.

But when Raphael persisted, she found it hard to resist.

Fear gripped her, worrying that any protest might endanger her unborn child.

Eventually, they found themselves entangled by the French window, succumbing to desire.

Raphael, mindful of Elissa’s condition, cautiously avoided putting pressure on her belly.

Instead, he sat her on his lap and held her close, finding a comfortable position for them.

beads of sweat trickled down Raphael’s

sunk her teeth into Raphael’s shoulder with a

“I hate you, Raphael…”

her

to fuel Raphael’s hatred towards her, as she no longer

another woman had left her feeling repulsed,

done, Raphael held Elissa close as they tried to catch their

pause, the maid summoned her courage and knocked

Jones, shall we serve dinner

had caught his breath, Raphael responded in a low voice, “We will

”

sound of footsteps

had

Raphael looked at the woman cradled in

evident in