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8: STARING AT MY SCARS
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The Billionaire Mafia's Rejected Wife 9: TALK ABOUT LOYALTY
Callan’s POVIN THE HEAT of the moment, I was lost from any inhibitions. My hands grip on her hips as she encircles his arms around my neck. Nothing clouded my head more than the feel of this woman’s skin on mine. Her small waist, wide hips… and my hands roamed further until they almost reached her back.I growled as my hands roamed lower… towards her thigh.Then she positioned her face closer to mine and latched onto my bottom lip before she broke out into another sob. The heat from our bodies vanished in a matter of seconds. The sudden urge to be acquainted with those sensations once again had me remembering that it had already been quite a long time since I gave in to a woman’s temptations. Holy fuck.I held my hands up high. This woman looked at me with tears as she once again started crying. I was left with confusion and disgust. How could a woman feel bad after I gave her that ravaging kiss?I plastered a grin while looking at her, dismissing thoughts of concern about her situ
The Billionaire Mafia's Rejected Wife 10: PEACE AFTER A WHILE
I WAS LOST I didn’t know what I had been doing after having a shower. As I was leaving the house, Callan spotted me and the next moments were completely a headache.On top of that, I was too broken to argue, feeling so lonely that I ended up in the arms of someone with whom I have a looming anger.Recalling what just happened, I was sure on the receiving end of being stupid. Why did I end up close to his body to the point that he could just press his lips on mine without any difficulty let alone hesitation?Shit, I need sleep. Then there was an explosion from the distance. Callan had to leave and I was left inside the mansion. Standing in the middle of the spot near the door in front of their huge grand staircase. I hadn’t slept since yesterday.My eyes were starting to feel droopy and my head had been aching for hours now.I did not have any care for the world. My parents were gone. I should be preparing a funeral for them. And their bodies—God, the tragedy they had been in wa
The Billionaire Mafia's Rejected Wife 11: HER PARENTS' LOYALTY
TWO HOURS PASSED and after another shower, now I’m settled on a chair in Callan’s home office. After having dinner with him—without meaning to but it just happened. He told me about his parent’s plans to talk to me and then led me to the stairs. Still barefoot on the ground. I feel like a homeless girl way out of place inside this mansion. He opened the first door on the right and then motioned me to get in first. Didn’t think he’d have a few gentleman traits in him despite his lack of compassion. It looked like an entire room without a bed on it. Just a large sofa and a desk. The interior had minimal designs; I could say it was organized to Callan’s liking because when he stepped inside the room he was whistling. Then there was a wall that was made of entire glass from the ceiling to the floor which made anybody take a good look at the surroundings outside. As it was tinted no one could see us inside. White and black were the dominant colors inside this room. It was cold as the a
The Billionaire Mafia's Rejected Wife 12. ONLY WAY TO PROTECT
“DID I TELL you that it’s your turn to talk?” there was a tone of anger in the old man’s voice.With that glare, he did not look like he was just Callan’s father. There was something in him that roared more than the care of a father. An authority that demands silence when he commands.“No, father. But I’d like to differ on this matter of marriage between us two. I did not plan on getting married at 26. It’s like signing off my freedom into a—wench…”I gritted my teeth after he said that. Callan’s eyes met mine and we shared a glare of anger towards each other. This is not what I also want! If not for my father’s will and my mother’s request I would have long gone.But not.Slowly, my palms balled into firsts. This is not the first time that he insulted me but surely, this is the first time that I saw disgust in his face. As serious as he is right now, he looks like a kid demanding justice from his parents.I bit my lip to pretend from saying anything worse than what had already been s
The Billionaire Mafia's Rejected Wife 13. INVOLVED IN HIS LIFE
SILENCE AND GRIEF filled my heart as I stayed up the whole night just to be there at my parent’s funeral. The maids served food to the guests that I didn’t even have the chance to talk to nor dared to ask questions which the answers I might not be able to prepare for.Some people looked at my direction from time to time. Men attempted to start walking to my side but when they saw Callan standing beside me, they hesitated to continue.No one could ever prepare for this. Not even myself. The ones that showed up looked like well-off people but moved in secrecy as they immediately left the place without any traces.“Those were businessmen that your father knew back when he was still alive,” Callan mumbled beside me while his eyes were looking far ahead.I nodded, even if I didn’t understand how my father managed to befriend businessmen in his line of work.Looking at Callan, having the urge to ask him that same question. I decided to back out. There’s no way he’d give me a decent correct
The Billionaire Mafia's Rejected Wife 14. BECOMING A RAVIJ
THE VIBRANT SUNRAYS adorned the sky as we gathered at the cemetery. I didn’t know who are the people that came along with us. Only I saw Callan’s parents stepping out of their car and the others followed. More than 10 bodyguards positioned themselves behind us while Callan stood beside me waiting for the couple to approach the small tent that was set up for a short ceremony.“We are with you in grieving this loss, dear.”“Thank you, Ma’am,” I mumbled as I got up to my seat. The gentle elderly woman leaned in to kiss my cheek. There were a few people that came with them and they all greeted Callan and shook hands. Four men also walked towards the tent. The two were hiding an unlit cigarette between their lips.“You are the daughter…” A sweet lady around the same age as my mother went near me and hugged me. “I’m your mother’s friend from the southern town, Yna.”I didn’t know what to say. My mother’s friend in the southern part of town? My parents didn’t mention anything.My parents di
The Billionaire Mafia's Rejected Wife 15. DANGER THAT LINGERS
A WEEK to make up my mind seemed not long enough. Three days already passed since the burial of my parents. I was staying at the ravij family’s mansion but I was stuck inside my room. I didn’t even bother seeing the other parts of the luxury mansion they had.I just sat with myself, contemplating the life I once had before it came to this. The kitchen island in our house… was my favorite spot. That’s where I can showcase affection to my family by baking cakes and cooking for my parents. I have always loved cooking. The same reason why I chose it as a career. I was about to apply for a cruise ship job as a chef next month, with the death of my parents… I don’t know what to do next. Would I still be able to do that?What now? Really… I grappled with my thoughts as I walked around the room.I could see from the window what had been happening outside. Callan was in and out of the mansion most of the time. Today was no different.With Callan’s father hearing about the explosion near the vi
The Billionaire Mafia's Rejected Wife 16. CARESS TO YOUR BODY
CALLAN AND HIS MEN managed to fire several bullets at the white car before it disappeared from our sight. His other hand was pulling me close to his body, my weight on him as I hid my face onto his chest. I could feel his ragged breathing. After firing his gun, I felt his hand caressed towards my shoulders. But I did move. I couldn’t move from fear and shock. “Holy fuck, you’re bleeding, Esmé!” My eyes widened in shock. “Huh? Where?” I raised my hand to check my body—shoulders, stomach, thighs… until Callan removed his coat and used it to cover the side of my head. “Right there,” Callan said. Then he reached for my hand and covered his with mine before he lifted my feet off the ground as he started walking. I looked around as Callan carried me in his arms, some of his men followed us and the others kept looking at the gates and at a far distance checking if the vicinity was clear. “It was a miracle you made it here on time,” he muttered just focusing in front. He kept walking tow
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