บททั้งหมดของ The Black Widow's CEO: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Sam stared at the file on her hand intently while gripping it with her hand tightly.Thoughts of what transpired between her and Damian came flooding back into her mind as the memory of her insisting on the figures for the ROI surfaced. She recalled the lengths she had to go through for Damian to finally agree.“Who the f8ck are you?!” Lucilla shouted at the bodyguards angrily. She turned to Sam. “Oh, so you now have the arrogance to hire bodyguards to protect you, Sam?! Do you really think you have a lot of threats that you need protecting?! It should be the other way around because they are the ones that needs protection from you!”He’s doing this on purpose, Sam thought wildly, not hearing Lucilla’s continuous rant. Is this the hell that he told me?Unable to control her emotions, Sam felt her body trembling, her knees starting to get weak. The file she held in her hand suddenly dropped to the floor and Noah turned towards her when he felt it.“Madam?” He asked in concern.Sam look

Samantha stood quietly beside Damien after he helped her out of the car when they arrived in his hometown, Bassano del Grappa on a sunny Tuesday morning. She listened as Damien gave instructions to his men and the staff that waited at the entrance of the house.Gunny is also being brought down from the second car and he immediately run to Sam, making sure that she is okay. Sam went down on one knee and rubbed Gunny’s face lovingly before she told him to go with Vivian for his meal.“Mami’s inside,” he said to her gently, helping her up and placed a hand on her back and pushed her lightly to walk with him. He looked down at her and noted her calm expression. “You have nothing to be afraid of.”Upon entering the living area, the room is bright due to the windows immersed with the surrounding greenery. The room designed reflected a perfect combination of rustic/historic finishes and latest generation materials.A tall, white-haired woman with striking, blue eyes was sitting on a comforta

Damian stared darkly at the contract that he is currently reviewing in his office at his headquarters in Rome. He clutched the edge of the contract angrily, forgetting that Frederick is inside his office, who now stopped speaking when he heard the paper being crumpled.It is a sunny Wednesday morning with the lights streaming inside his office. It has been two weeks since he arrived in Italy and more than a week of him staying in Rome to cater all the work he needed to do.Sam, to his annoyance, was held up by his mother back at Bassano.“I’m sure Sam has been to Rome several times, Damian,” Aurora pointed out frankly. They were having a light dinner at his mother’s insistence since he’ll be leaving early tomorrow. “And, at this time, the tourists will be flocking all over the world. She doesn’t need to be in that environment.”“Do you think I’m not going to do something about it?” Damian asked angrily. He turned to Sam, who is staring at him patiently. “Just pack light. You can enjoy

Damian felt Sam tensed beside him in the dining table as his aunt and uncle’s family each placed a portion of pasta on their plates that night. He glanced down and saw his wife’s hands clenched on her lap underneath the table.“Mmm.. I do miss your pasta, Aurora,” Filomena gushed after sprinkling pepper on top and then bringing her fork to her mouth. “Perhaps you can take a short trip and go back home with me?”“That’s ridiculous,” Marciano interjected gently. “She’s going to have a trip back with her favorite sibling! Me!”Aurora and the others laughed as the two continued to banter.There was silence for a while as they finally tasted the pasta.Damian watched as his uncle and aunt chewed slowly while his wife beside him is already pale and look ready to faint from her worrying. He abruptly reached for Sam’s wine glass and handed it to her.Sam looked at him in surprise.“I’ll drink later,” she murmured as she placed her glass back on the table.“I must say, Aurora,” Marciano starte

“Watching your wife like a hawk, McLaren?”Damian turned his head away from where Sam is and glared at SJ Kincaid, who is enjoying his glass of whiskey. After hearing his name, Damian immediately knew who he is.He was surprised that Sam is good friends with him, knowing that their companies are each other’s top competitors in the country. Much more so that SJ is a minority holder of some stocks at Cameron.“Ah.. just like me when I was first with my wife,” SJ added. “Perhaps you and I have something in common. Both of our wives are pretty much younger than us. But, it took a while for me to realize she’s the one.”“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Damian snapped.SJ chuckled.“Oh, I think you do but you just refused to admit it,” he countered in amusement as he signaled to the bartender for another drink. “Trust me, McLaren. It’s only going to get worst overtime.”Damian turned his full attention to SJ.“Do tell me about it since you’re knowledgeable on that subject,” he said