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.

of sweat trickled down

teeth into Raphael’s shoulder with a ferocity fueled

“I hate you, Raphael…”

into her

demand to fuel Raphael’s hatred towards her,

her feeling repulsed,

they were done, Raphael held Elissa close as they

the maid summoned her courage

shall we serve

in a low voice, “We will be there in thirty

”

until the sound of footsteps faded down

had left,

his gaze, Raphael looked at

over him, evident in the