A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

After watching her silently for a moment, Raphael instructed the driver, “Hit the road.

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As Sharon refused to get in the car, Raphael directed the driver to leave, showing no sign of hesitation or compromise-typical of his treatment of Sharon over the years.

Raphael’s reasons for keeping Sharon close were pragmatic rather than romantic.

Initially, he was drawn to Sharon because she stood out in their circle.

Curious, Raphael wondered if he could fall in love with such a remarkable woman, perhaps then he could marry her and erase Olivia from his thoughts.

He did make an effort.

Over time, and especially during moments of inebriation, their relationship grew closer.

Once, under the influence of alcohol, Raphael remembered the scent of her perfume lingering as she ki*sed him.

He was drunk, yet still fully aware of his surroundings.

Raphael felt Sharon’s lips on his, and although he didn’t push her away, he wasn’t moved by the gesture.

He contemplated the possibility that intimacy might lead to more—perhaps even a child, after which they could just get married, which seemed a natural progression for a couple.

Sharon was undoubtedly a suitable partner by many standards.

Yet, despite her taking the initiative that night, his desire was absent.

His mind was haunted by a memory of Olivia, wrapped only in a woolen blanket, rushing into his embrace after their intimacy.

It was their first time together.

Afterward, he remembered the stain of blood on the sheets, and Olivia’s complaints of discomfort.

He had been gentle with her, cautious not to hurt her further after their rushed first encounter.

He hadn’t dared to be so hurried with her again.

But the tenderness of that moment, the vision of Olivia beneath him, her slim waist and the beauty of her form, lingered in his mind, tormenting him over the years… It was driving him insane.

As a successful businessman, Raphael frequently encountered young women who showed interest in him, and while he didn’t turn them away, each encounter left him thinking of Olivia-her arms around his neck, her soft call.

These memories were maddening, a stark contrast to the fleeting connections he experienced.

Raphael remembered how vibrant Olivia had been that night, her whispers of “I love you, Raphael… I love…” repeatedly filling the air.

As these memories surfaced, a sardonic smile crept across his face.

Soon, it was Valentine’s Day.

Alexis and Leonel were celebrating their wedding on a quaint island, having arranged air travel and accommodations for all their guests.

The attendees were split into two groups for the trip since one plane couldn’t accommodate them all.

Upon boarding the plane, Olivia discovered that Raphael was also on her flight.

He appeared relaxed, his coat casually dr@ped over his lap, while stewardesses stole glances his way, likely recognizing him and hoping for a photo.

However, Raphael paid them no heed.