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Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Twenty-Three: Warm
"What?""You didn't know?"I ask. Technically, I refer to Dawson as an old family friend since I can hardly call him a father or stepfather."No, I thought he was…yours?"He says the 'yours' in a small tone that makes me suspect he thinks he has stolen something from me, so I smile."He just likes me because I laugh at his jokes and keep Eliza in line. He isn’t my father.""I didn’t know that you aren't fully related to your sister.""To the point, Matteo."I insist."Fine. My men found out he had a terminal illness last year and-"Right, I remember Elizabeth refused to inherit his fortune, and his sons are druggies."He needed someone to inherit it."I nod slowly."His sons are dangerous.""For your sister or you, maybe. But not for me. But he refused to give me the time of day for two years, but a few tabloids with you in my arms and suddenly he is the one blowing up my phone.""So, you needed to seal the deal by doing that to me?""I thought you'd mention how I helped you in the ho
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Twenty-Four: Livy
Natasha"Are you crazy!"Mia's plate, full of hospital food, washed over Natasha, ruining the outfit she had spent ages picking. Even if she was supposed to take them off in a few minutes to prep for the surgery, this was not how she wanted to do it.Of late, Mia had found every possible way to torment Natasha."I'm sorry I-I forgot to pick up your kids from school. There was so much I was supposed to do before this surgery!"Natasha tried to defend herself, but the entire room stared her down as if she were the enemy.Yes, she had made a mistake in drinking before the surgery, but how was she supposed to know that Vincent’s mother would spiral, leaving the hospital no choice but to put her in tubes as they waited for her safe window to arrive because she refused her children to donate?The rising hospital costs put them on edge. Natasha understood that, so she volunteered to run their errands until their anger was soothed, but it was only getting worse!Not to mention, she was suppos
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Twenty-Five: Ruined
"Fine, keep your secrets."I say as I reach for a second piece of the chocolate.The ice cream smells so good; I should leave some room for it.“What?”Matteo asks in irritation, bringing my focus back to him; he looks upset as if that wasn’t the answer he wanted from me."Olivia, I don’t insist on keeping it a secret; just tell me why you won't use birth control?""Ah, but I don't want to know why you keep a gun as badly as you want an answer to your question. Worse off, I don't want my answer to be on national TV.""I said I was sorry.""Yet my heart still aches. Now let's eat in peace, okay?"A moan leaves me the second the sweet chocolate melts in my mouth, but as soon as I swallow, pain follows.Goddamn first-day cramps!"Fine, now you know I have a gun; stop fucking around at night."He says, but despite his ‘fine’, he doesn’t look satisfied with the conversation's ending."Hey! I called you multiple times, but you didn't wake up.""What?""Yes, so don’t-""You called me? While
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Twenty-Six: Kissing Raccoons
With a quick nod to my words, Mr. Lee picks himself up and rushes to the first model. My work backstage is done, so I make my way to the stage to perform my introductory speech to kick-start the event. I never expected the venue to be full, but then again, my boyfriend is the latest 'trillionaire’, so some of the spots have been filled with people who don’t really have an interest in fashion, just Matteo.Even though he said he couldn’t make it tonight. He has been ‘busy’ of late.After a quick speech introducing the line, I step aside and let the models do their work. The line is stunning, simple, elegant, camel toe resistant and bright, pairing well with the theme of resilience.The models look fierce and happy, the music upbeat, and most especially, the audience looks interested."We meet again."A feminine voice says, drawing my focus from the show to the stunning and familiar woman."Blair Danes, right? We met at the ball a few weeks ago.""Indeed we did. I must say I was lookin
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Twenty-Seven: Fifty K
Vincent doesn't cry often; he doesn't even discuss his feelings, so I can’t deny that seeing him like this tugs at my heart. I should be immune to his nonsense, but I guess I’m not."I can forgive you for cheating; truth is, it doesn't hurt anymore. Hell, I think you and Natasha deserve each other. But I can't forgive you for what you put me through at the hospital. I had to crawl in a sea of unknown bacteria strains just to get away from you.""It’s not my fault! It was her idea. It was all Natasha’s idea. She said you’d understand!"A groan leaves my lips at his attempt at an explanation."Oh my God! Don’t you get it? That's even worse! You were the one I trusted my life with; you were the one I loved; you were ‘it’. You, not her! And yet you pass on blame to something I heard you agree to? Are-”"I'm sorry."He interrupts.“I'm so sorry, Livy.”"Yeah, sure you are.”“You- you don’ believe m-me?”“If you were sorry, you’d stop stalking me. You’d understand that I would love nothing
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Twenty-Eight: Chipped
TRIGGER WARNING: VIOLENCE & SEXUAL ASSAULT I'm tired of drinking, and my legs hurt; even the models have started leaving. I guess two a.m. is a record for some of them, me included, yet Elizabeth looks as energised as ever. Her hand grips Edward's thigh, but he casually slides it off his body; even I can tell she is making him uncomfortable, so why can't she? I guess flirting is not for the drunk. I wobble when I stand but make my way to them; he saved me, so it makes sense that I should save him, too. "Drinks." A model says when the door opens again, this time the waiter looks weird; he has a hat on. Since when have waiters walked around in caps and masks? Is there a past-midnight etiquette? "Shots, people!" My hand finds Edward's shoulder. "You said you wanted to call your sister; I found a quiet spot." For a few seconds, he blinks before he realises what I mean to do. "Y-yes, thank you for reminding me." "It's like midnight. Are you really going to call them now?” Eliza
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Twenty-Nine: Volatile
"Make a left. I think I know where they are heading."Matteo said to his second-hand man as he watched the red blinker on Elizabeth’s phone make a sharp turn.He wondered for a few seconds how he could get the app on his phone; it was certainly more reliable than a tracker on her phone.Benji followed Matteo’s instructions and sped through the empty roads, making sure to steer clear of traffic cameras; as he did this, Matteo rolled his muffler onto his gun and rolled down the window."Aaaand, stop."Benji did as he was asked and stopped at an awkward angle, leaving the car positioned parallelly at a U-Turn-specific region. As predicted, a black and speeding van made a sharp turn to join the road they were on.Matteo steadied his hand and aimed for the left front tyre, causing the vehicle to skid out of control as the driver pressed on the brakes before the door flew open, and two men leapt out as the car crashed into a glass window."Gah...so much paperwork."He muttered as he opened
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Thirty: My Place
The trip to the station was silent; after offering my statement, the police offered to call me back if more arose from their investigation. That aside, Matteo leaves out that he took one of the kidnappers.Everything seemed relatively tied up by nine a.m. even though Matteo hadn’t said a word to me.“This isn’t the way home.”I mention in the car’s silence.“No, I have some business to clear up; wait for me in the car; it will only take a few minutes.”He says with ease as he merges onto the highway. After driving for a good while, he exits on a road with many underdeveloped shops and structures. Finally, after about thirty minutes of travelling on the same road, we arrive at a field that looks like a greenhouse.Hugo stands outside the building. He is normally expressionless, but right now, he looks worried.“Stay in the car.”Matteo repeats as the car halts in the isolated field.He undoes his belt and slips out of the car. His hands reach his back, where he pulls out a gun.“Is he
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