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

she sunk her teeth into

“I hate you, Raphael…”

her mind with the same

extreme demand to fuel Raphael’s hatred towards her, as she

woman had left her feeling repulsed,

Raphael held Elissa close as they tried to

summoned her courage and knocked

and Mrs. Jones, shall we

in a low voice, “We will be there in

”

until the sound of

had left,

looked at the woman

him, evident in the