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.

they intertwined, beads of sweat trickled

she sunk her teeth into Raphael’s shoulder with a ferocity fueled

“I hate you, Raphael…”

his name into her mind with

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

involvement with another woman had left her feeling repulsed,

done, Raphael held Elissa close as

pause, the maid summoned her courage

shall we serve

breath, Raphael responded in a low voice, “We will be there in thirty

”

the sound of footsteps

the servant had left, he

looked at the woman cradled in his

contentment washed over him, evident in the gentle tone