EX-WIFE REVENGE: HE WANTS ME BACK! のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

LINDA’S POV I had heard of the excesses of Bianca’s boyfriend, but I did not expect the size and sheer might of his residence. I had no idea why I was actually at his residence. Giovanni had driven me there, silencing all my protests by enforcing the fact that Bianca and Darren wanted to meet me before I hid in Turin. I considered it extremely rude that they had told Giovanni I would hide. I just enjoyed being alone in cozy, remote places; it wasn’t hiding, it was enjoying peace. If anything, they needed to learn from me. Nothing about the Moretti Villa was peaceful or cozy. Giovanni had led me to the garden entrance. I couldn’t even marvel at the beautiful flowers because of the men. There were men in suits—a whole lot of them, taller than even me—lined up from the gate to the actual building, blocking—or at least narrowing—my view till all I could see was the door. “Why?” I asked Giovanni simply, too tired and confused to add more words for elaboration. “Some of the staf

RICARDO’S POVI hated the ditzy celebrity. I viciously abhorred anyone who could see past my facade, and I couldn’t even be blamed for it. After all, I had spent the best years of my life suffering torment to build up said facade. Anyone who could look beneath those layers I’d spent decades building and sense what I was doing underneath was someone I had a vendetta against. It was a blunt hit to my ego.Unfortunately for her, I couldn’t afford to keep anyone who thought I was even remotely dangerous alive to spread the news. The Dobres had no idea what exactly had been done to me.To them, I was always Ricardo, the least charismatic, dumb, defective kid of the Morettis, their loyal fucking friend, and I intended to keep it that way in case all my counterplans fell through and I needed to wipe out their clan alone. That would only be successful as long as their guards were down around me; otherwise, I’d lose my license to exist a little faster than I had planned.The guild members were

TORIA’S POV I was unconditionally stressed. I had begun to exhaust all my sources—and my money. For some reason, no matter how powerful the men I sent were rumored to be, they always came back with their tails between their legs. The worst part was the fact that they never returned my money. If they were going to be failures, at least they should fail with grace and dignity. Matteo had begun straying from me, and I desperately needed a backup plan. I knew it was because of him—that man who had threatened me with a gun back at Viale. He had to be the one protecting her. If I could take Matteo so easily, I could take him too. I didn’t need him to be married to me, although, judging by how gorgeous his voice was, I wouldn’t mind getting another husband. My main goal was simple: find him, seduce him, and get him away from Bianca. Previously, my only issue with Bianca was that her bastard son was making Matteo stray. Now, after all the embarrassment she had caused me and the money I had

GIOVANNI’S POVI had to admit, I was expecting some resistance, maybe even fear, as I stared across at the woman before me in the near-empty restaurant. I did not expect her to volunteer information and act coquettish.The more she spoke about Matteo’s current situation, the more she smiled and leaned in closer, forcing me to continuously swallow my disgust. Frankly, I didn’t care about the manner in which she conducted her business; all I knew was that I was right to come out, regardless of whatever Herman had said.The woman was so loose-lipped, she was giving me information I didn’t even ask for. Who needed to know that Matteo had an uncontrollable and automatic erection whenever he heard any word in French? Not me. But I filed that information for later. It was useless and inane, but it was also funny as hell.“So, why were you looking into me?” I asked, leaning back into the seat. I wouldn’t be opposed to coming to the restaurant another time; the chairs were comfortable, and the

DARREN’S POVI had come in for my regular 3 o'clock caffeine fix. Upon seeing one of Giovanni’s favorite cars outside, I knew just where to look so our eyes would meet. He always seemed to sense when I was around, and as such, it was incredibly hard to even think about scaring him. Surprisingly, our eyes didn’t meet, and it wasn’t because he was looking at his phone or something.No, he was glaring into a cup and exchanging words I couldn’t hear with a woman who sat down next to him. A woman I immediately identified as Toria. I could hardly understand what Toria was doing with Giovanni, especially with the incredibly small distance between the two of them.An irrational wave of jealousy bubbled inside me. It was irrational because Giovanni was visibly uncomfortable and looked like he was two seconds away from risking jail by committing cold-blooded murder right there. Also, he was very gay; there was absolutely no reason for me to feel the way I felt right then.That didn’t mean I wou