Lahat ng Kabanata ng Trillionaire After Divorce: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Addressing her as ‘Mrs James’ feels better than I thought. It feels as if I am gifting her the nightmare I lived for three years, thinking I was in love. You know what, I guess I’m happy. “Oh, right, I have to call Matteo.” I say to Blair as we exit the hospital, only for red and blue lights from two police cars parked outside the entrance to attract our attention. My gaze meets Vincent and his fatigued mother, who seem to be speaking to an officer. “Did you-”Blair begins, and rather than answer, I smile. “Wow, you are a crazy bitch.” She remarks. “I'll wait for you in the car.” I nod to her words, and she leaves. Vincent, leaving his mother with the police officer, dashes towards me. Instantly, my bodyguard stands in front of me and presses a hand to his chest to halt him once he is at least three steps from me. "You said you weren't pressing charges?" He asks, desperation lacing his voice to a nauseating degree, “I also said ‘in sickness and in health’, I say a lot of

*Present*Matteo D’AmicoBy the time they went back home, he was covered in crimson from head to toe.A gunfight shouldn't have made him this bloody, but at some point, the rats were dropping bloodied bodies at them from above.To make matters worse, his gun had jammed at the worst possible time; whenever that happened to Luca, he had an odd streak of bad luck for a week.He hoped he wouldn’t have to do the ‘cleansing’ dance to get rid of the bad luck streak if it wasn’t just a coincidence—the dance was embarrassing.Still, they had cleaned up the place he loved most in the world.It was a shame that Christopher's first decision when he rose to his current position was to remove him from the ‘official’ crime family. But he was correct in saying his skills lay elsewhere. Matteo was good at making money, good at deals, and even better at blackmail, and the rich gave him a lot of material.After his shower, he went downstairs to meet with his brother and Victoria, who looked ready to hit

Matteo D’AmicoVeronica’s voice was raised, and despite her lack of expression, he could tell how furious she was."I am only-"He tried to explain."Leave. Both of you, do whatever you will with Olivia's things at your house-""Wait, please!"Panic gripped him at her words, but to his plea, she shook her head adamantly."Go home, Mr D'Amico. There is no one here for you.""You can't kick me out. I left Italy for-""I will pay for your flight back. Waste no more resources on us.”Again, Veronica interrupted him as if she knew what he would say and did not wish for the conversation to take place.“If you would just give me a mom-”He stood abruptly, causing Veronica’s men to reach for their weapons, so he moved cautiously.“If you would give me a moment, I'd like to see her and make sure she is okay.”“She is fine.”He was growing tired of her cutting him off. It would be easy for him to use his connections or to barge in, but he wanted the mother of the woman he was fond of to think o

Olivia B Lawson The man at the centre, the biggest and meanest-looking one, nods. “Is this really the best time to make an appearance?” My mother asks, crossing her hands, and the man nods. “There is a division; there are those who want to serve you as per the will and others who want to serve Sheila, his wife.” “And you want me to believe that you are on my side?” I ask, and he nods. “There are ways to test us.” Test? I'm barely walking on my own. Can I handle grown men who live for the hunt? Why would that bastard leave this to me? Why would he give me his wealth and pin a death flag on me...is this why he wanted me to marry Daniel? “Give me anything you can find on the D'Amico brothers and on the car that collided with mine on the twenty-eighth. If you get me something useful, we'll talk about the corps’ future, your expectations, and my expectations." If anything, my sentence is more of a bluff; I don’t have time to deal with a rift in the mercenary corps, especially whe

“Mat-”I choke out his name, but he moves my fingers over the gun, tracing every curve before leaving my finger on the trigger.Everything inside me feels cold; fear seems to cripple my sense of self as the only sound in my ears remains my thundering heart.“Stop Matt-”“He sat behind that wheel waiting for you, waiting for your car and accelerated so he could kill everyone in that car.”Matteo continues; the more I squirm, the more he whispers words I wish to unhear.Gradually, Matteo’s thoughts became mine and his anger became my own as Blair’s glassy eyes as she hung lifelessly above me like a ghost filled my vision.He wanted to kill...me and my unborn babies, but he instead killed…. Blair. My Blair.The bloody man crying on my feet did that.I know the man is saying ‘please’, but I can't hear him anymore.‘About Blair…I-I am so sorry, Bethany.’My mum’s words come to me as I remember the burning loss flooding me at the news of her passing. He never even gave her a chance to fight