Todos os capítulos de Birthing Twins For My Ex's Uncle: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Daphne's POV Lorenzo leaving right away wasn't something that had dawned on me, I mean, it was barely an hour we left Helena's marriage, and we were supposed to be together, not him leaving for work. As though on cue, Irene waved me goodbye before sliding into a tinted black Maybach that got my brows crested, but I would inquire at another time about that. “ What do you mean work?” I questioned, a scoff following as my hands held his sleeves.“ Today is Helena's marriage and I mean, we got married not too long ago, and we should be home back with the doctor and not you working” I explained when his hands stroked my face. “ You know that I will do whatever it is just to make sure that I stay in with you, but this is time-critical and it requires my attention”I wanted to ask how urgent it was, and what it entails, but his eyes told me not to, gulping down the next train of words that had threatened to pour out, I bobbed my head taking footsteps back. “ I will leave, and wait for

Daphne's POV “ So are you going to tell me what exactly you have been hiding from me?” I leaned against the door, throwing the question at Irene who stood, transfixed to the spot. Her eyes wavering as she tried not to stare at me. “ Daphne, I was going to tell you, but I was waiting for the right time to tell you about it”I bit in a chuckle. “ Isn't this the right time?” I demanded to know when she didn't give me a word. Her eyes were still averted from mine, which made me wonder how much shit she was in. “ Fine” I sat on the couch close by. “ Just start from wherever you think is perfect for me to know. I am never going to judge you, you know” I assured her. How exactly am I going to judge her? We have all done shady things….“ He is someone's husband,'' Okay, I guess my shady and hers were two different kinds. “ That means you are a mistress?” When exactly did she get into this that I didn't have an idea about? This was stupid already. “Just until he gets divorced. He is unha

Lorenzo’s POV My finger rimmed the edges of the glass, my eyes burnt with fury as I chugged down the glass of scotch that burnt down to my stomach from my throat while I tried to stay sane. “ Are you certain?” I questioned, my hands caressing the Glock safely tucked in my pocket. The silence hung above the air like thick clothing before it dissipated. “Yes,” I stood up, snapping the key off the table, my footsteps heavy on the tile.“ Boss” Tristan's steps quickened as he tried to get closer to me when I shoved him off. “ Stay back” I ordered when I saw how persistent he was, my hands clenched his neck, when he was being adamant before I slammed him against the door to the truck. “ I said you should get out of my way. Now” He stood, back reclined against the door. “You can't go in there. It is like a fortress, and you will get killed” he explained when I dragged him like a doll. “Then let me die. I am going there, and I am going to make sure he pays” I swore before gliding int

Hello readers, Daphne is back but as Talia, and she has one aim in mind. That is to make Lorenzo pay for hurting her father. She has amnesia and doesn't recall him but that rage in her keeps her burning. What they have is a love hate relationship but would it last? When Lorenzo has imprinted himself in her? Daphne's POV The fumes of cars engine drifted into my nose while I took in a sharp glance, my heart accelerating before placing the ringing phone against my ears. “ Oh father” My hands curled around my fendi bag“ I just touched down, and you shouldn't have” I said to him. Call him the worry wart, but my father was every inch of that. How could he think that I would still be harmed? I knew Lorenzo had plotted to kill me before, making me end up down the bridge, but I was powerful now. I could jab a knife into him if he tried anything funny. My head swirled when I thought about his photo again. Father had made sure that I gazed at it until every single detail imprinted themse

Lorenzo's POVMy breath caught, cheek burned as my hands caressed her face. Dimples of gratitude on my cheek as I cupped her face, wanting to thank her for coming back to me when she tsked and I dropped. All the hysterical moments I had felt for a while drizzled into thin air as she burst out into laughter and that was when I saw them. Tattoos painted over her skin. Her legs dropped over each other, her latex trouser clung to her curves as she swirled around in my desk, standing upright. ‘’I was told I looked just like your dead fiancée” her tone mocked as lilies lingered in the air. My throat parched as I listened, wanting to hear what else she was going to say. “It is a pity that you can't act right, are you this way? Around everyone you see? Who looked like her?”Her tone was coated with mockery as she questioned me, and I couldn't help but drink in her features. She had Daphne's face aside from the clip on her lips and her purple hair, she looked every inch like her, the tatto