My Billionaire's Weird Love

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idn't sound like Jane anymore. Caroline stood frozen. Her older sister was usually the composed one,

e, just stop. Let me

the chaos together. It didn't work. Jane's responses were incoherent sobs m

counters, their faces pale. Her caregivers, usually the bedrock of the house, could only shake their heads in a heavy, hel

ned toward the back balcony, but her feet dragged a

inside.

Why wasn't he stopping it? Caroline pushed the

the

accuracy. When he heard her, he spun his chair away, shoulders tensing as he adjusted his posture

y?" Caroline

ed a confrontation, an interrogation about the war happening up

Caroline," he said, th

ke it stop?

felt the weight of that silence. It was a dismissal. She began to back away, the

. Car

d. She stopped, returning t

overed his face with his palms. "I'm sorry. I've been so burie

sured him, reaching out to

burden you. I never wanted this. But if your sister refuses... I have nowhere else to t

agged piece of a puzzle that

his voice hurried, desperate to explain. "I'm proud of you. I

screaming?" Caroline'

o say yes. But

hy must one

is my mistake... I made a deal years ago, a promise I thought w

up. About how he had been nothing but a personal assistant to Williams Marcos before she was even born. He told her about the "re

ue-eyed son Williams refused to acknowledge. In his bitterness, Williams Marcos had sought to control the one thing he still could: the lineage of his m

ys were a slow-m

ry time Caroline saw the private doctors or

er door open, having refused to eat until her body began to shut down. She tore the IV

elling of bleach and despair. Thinking she was alone, Caroline watched from

ingle spoonful of broth. They clung to each other like survivors of a shipwreck. This wasn't just a "college romance." It was a decade of s

ut in the hallway.

trying to physically drag Michael away from the bed. Security intervened, str

s she pulled herself up, her hand hovering over the medical equipment. "

hat followed

soul break. She found her parents standing by the floor-to-ceiling glass window o

mother whispered, her voice faint.

s. "Are you brave enough to tell the Marcos family 'no'? Do you want to

as steady, though her hands were hidd

replac

vealing the sheer, pathetic hope that flickered in his eyes. It w

peated, her heart turning to stone.