All Chapters of Hiding the Billionaire Mafia’s Twin: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Fiorella covers her mouth to suppress the loud cry that escapes her lips. "I am so sorry," the doctor sighs, it's awful telling relatives that the parents have lost their lives to death but its his job. Tears flood Fiorella's face. She should be happy that he is dead, that he has finally paid for his numerous sins but she isn't happy at all; rather she's broken and shattered, he should go to jail and suffer not just due like that. The doctor leaves her and goes back into the ER. "Why should you die so easily? I haven't exacted revenge on you yet, this isn't what I wanted at all," She cries and walks to the wall. But deep inside she is crying for another reason. She leans on it and bends down crying her eyes out.___Tito hasn't been disconnected from the heart monitor but the oxygen has been disconnected, his head is still bandaged and his leg too, his arm is not left out as well. One of the nurses walks to his corpse and covers his face with the hospital bed sheet. The time o

Fiorella pukes almost everything she had eaten into the bathroom sink, she washes her face after and wonders what's wrong with her exactly. She holds her head feeling extremely dizzy, she belches lightly and leans on the wall for support. "Why am I feeling this way?" Fiorella mutters and spits. "It's all because of that fool, he's acting like a rude, spoiled brat now," Fiorella hisses and packs her hair into a messy bun, the strands are disturbing. She comes out of the bathroom wiping her lips, her eyes lands on him and she shoots a glare that doesn't seem to affect him one bit. "Stop glaring at me, I am not the cause of your problems," Tito pouts. "Whatever," Fiorella scoffs loudly. "Take this food away, it's irritating, '' Tito said and turns his face away. Fiorella folds her fists angrily, she feels like punching the hell out of him right now or banging his head against something hard so he will stop acting like a jerk. Fiorella walks to him and takes the food from the bed.

Enzo and Fiorella are still arguing. "Really, Fiorella? this is all you have to say, I don't understand you anymore, sometimes you act like you hate him and other times you act like you care about him, why are you being capricious!" Enzo yells. "I am not being capricious, I am only saying that what you did is quite nasty from your own side, you know that he won't even be able to testify or recall whatever he had done, the court might even postpone everything," Fiorella yells back, even though that isn't her real reason for scolding him. "I have helped you since we met, I have always been there for you, you always wanted justice for those who killed your father, you wanted the murderers to rot in jail for the rest of their lives but now you are like someone else," Enzo shouts. "Maybe I think he has brainwashed you or maybe the acrobatic sex has set you off, that's why you can't seem to forget…" A slap lands on his cheek cutting him off. "Acrobatic what?" Fiorella yells. "Yes I

"W-why is there blood?" Fiorella stutters in tears. She doesn't comprehend anything, it's impossible she can't be pregnant. Luca ignores her question and crosses her arm over his neck, he suddenly carries her up in bridal style. "Ouch!" Fiorella whimpers and holds on to him, those in the bar hardly pay attention to them. Luca doesn't mind the blood, he rushes out of the bar and takes her to the hospital in his car. ___Signora Aria is still waiting restlessly for a call from the assassin she hired. She goes to the sitting room and stays there drinking from the white wine she was served. "Call me…" Signora Ginvera snorts and sips her wine anxiously. Her phone rings and she answers immediately. "Is she dead yet!" "No, Signora she isn't, not yet though, I wanted to poison her at the bar but then she started bleeding for no reason, I had to act like a good Samaritan and take her to the polyclinic," He complains. "Do your job Luca, that is why I hired you, to get rid of Fiorella o

After making her moan and scream in tears, Laura still doesn't want him to stop. She loves this animalistic side of him, not the gentle, timid, good and hypocritical Dante but the real one, the devil inside him, that's what she loves and wants to manifest. "Faster...Dan...te!!!"He continues fûcking her ãsshole till it becomes red in the middle. "Yeah" Dante groans. "Aww" Dante finally pulls out of her ãss, he splashes his spêrm on her ãss and moans out. "God," Laura releases a loud moan and sighs. Dante falls by her side and covers his sêx with the duvet, he groans a bit and wipes off the beads of sweat on his forehead and face. Laura lays down flat on the bed but doesn't change positions, her bõõbs are still facing the bed, she touches his chest and smiles. "I loved it," She sniffs, she moves close to him and places her head on his chest, he covers her up too. "So what's our next step?" Laura asks and draws invisible lines on his chest. "To get Fiorella into our trap," Dante