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The Billionaire's Rebellious Bride Chapter 73
Dinner is over. My stomach is full, but my body felt a different kind of hunger now. We walk back to the car. The night air is cool, but the tension between Santino and me is boiling hot.Santino starts the engine. He begins the drive back to my parents' house. The city lights are flashing past the window. The interior of the car is dark and quiet, except for the low hum of the motor.I look at him. His profile is sharp in the shadows. He looks so calm. Too calm. I want to break that calm.I shift in my seat. I lift my right leg. I rest my bare foot right on his crotch.I feel him tense instantly. His hands grip the steering wheel tighter. His knuckles turn white.“Hailey,” he warns. His voice is low and husky. It sounds like gravel. “Don’t start something you can’t finish while I’m driving.”I have always been stubborn. I don't listen. Instead, I lean over. I run my fingers through the front of his shirt. I feel the heat of his skin through the fabric. I feel his heart beating fast.
The Billionaire's Rebellious Bride Chapter 72
The car drive to the restaurant is silent. I am giving Santino the silent treatment. My frustration is a tight, angry knot high in my chest.His amusement is obvious. It shines in his eyes, bright and clear like the large moon hanging in the dark sky.He rests his large, warm palm on my exposed lap. My skin feels instantly hot where he touches me. I smack his hand away. Thwack!He grips my lap firmly again. I rain down more smacks on his hand. Thwack! Thwack! I am trying to hurt him, but his hand is like a rock.His smile only grows wider. This only fuels my anger. It feels like pouring oil onto a burning fire.Finally, I stop hitting him. I stare out the window. I focus on the passing scenery. The night life in the city is loud and wild. The neon signs are a blur of color. It doesn't feel like evening at all. The air smells like hot car engines and cheap perfume.Santino’s hand stays on my leg. It starts to trail further up my thigh. I try weakly to squeeze my legs together. But his
The Billionaire's Rebellious Bride Chapter 71
A week has passed. A long, dragging week.The world outside is loud. The media is blowing up with the news of Ethan Carter’s death. They call him a multi-billionaire tycoon and a 'philanthropist.' I scoff silently every time I hear that last word. The man was a cruel beast, not a lover of mankind.Condolences pour into the house like a wide, slow river. Friends and family come and go.Catalina flew in from London two days after my father died. She had been cursing him to eternal suffering since she arrived and had moved various pink vases into the living room and my father’s study.Something my father would have never allowed but guess who can’t do anything about it now??Catalina has been a steady presence in the house, my mother had smiled on her first night here. Her movements are loud and she seemed to leave a trace of pink wherever she was. From candy wraps to bright pink scarves. I thought I saw a thong the other day in the kitchen.The house was a mess but it finally felt like
The Billionaire's Rebellious Bride Chapter 70
The sound of fast, running feet filled the hallway. I heard them long before the medics showed up.Their uniforms were very bright white and red. They stood out in the dim light of the house. They entered the study. Their movements were calm and practiced. They did their jobs.I stood to the side. I wrapped my arms around myself. I watched everything through a strange, distant haze.They spoke softly to each other. I heard the soft, crisp rustle of the white sheet as they opened it. I heard the metallic click of their tools. I heard the quiet hum of the stretcher wheels.My father’s body looked even smaller once they covered him. The white cloth swallowed all his edges. It hid every line of his body. It hid the cruel look he used to wear.My mother’s loud crying echoed behind me. It was messy. It was broken. She kept swaying, like her legs could not hold her weight. Her phone kept vibrating every few seconds. Ping. Ping. Ping. Sharp little sounds that felt like stabs in the quiet air.
The Billionaire's Rebellious Bride Chapter 69
I stood still on the staircase. I was frozen. My phone was pressed hard to my ear. My fingers ached. My mother's crying came through the phone speaker. It was a raw, sharp sound that filled all the quiet spaces inside me.Her words came back again and again, getting louder inside my head until everything else faded.Your father’s dead.Dead.I did not move. I did not breathe. The world felt like it was tilting a little, trying to push me over. But I stayed standing.My mind was blank. But at the same time, it was painfully loud. “D-Dead?”My heart did not break. It did not crack. It just… beat. Slow. Steady. The same as always.I felt nothing. No sorrow. No pain. Not even anger. Just a strange, cold emptiness that slowly spread through my body.My mother started sobbing louder. It was a sharp, panicked, desperate sound.My fingers gripped the phone even tighter. Then Santino stepped closer. He gently pulled the phone from my hand. I didn’t fight him. I couldn’t.I just watched him put
The Billionaire's Rebellious Bride Chapter 68
A strange, heavy weight sat deep in my chest the moment I woke up. It wasn’t sad. It wasn’t angry. It was just a thick, dull feeling. My body was awake, but my mind was stuck in the fog of last night.I stared at the ceiling. The silence wrapped around me like a thin, cool blanket. The things that happened yesterday floated in my memory like ghosts that would not leave.My father. Lila. My mother’s shaking hands. Her voice, cracked and sharp with pain.And Santino. His eyes when I yelled at him. The look of hurt. The disappointment. It felt like a tiny, painful needle pricking my skin.My stomach twisted. I pushed the thoughts away. I slowly sat up. I rubbed my face with both hands. The house was too quiet. The silence made the noises in my head too loud.I dragged myself to the bathroom. The cold floor tiles stung the bottoms of my feet. The bright light above flickered, then settled into a soft, white glow. I picked up my toothbrush. I stared in the mirror.For a moment, I forgot ho
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