บททั้งหมดของ Best Friend's Daddy, Billionaire Devil: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

GIANNI“We have to decide how you want to divide the Moroni businesses—if we do it at all.”“What do you mean,if?”Roger looks up from his tablet, blinking fast like he's surprised. “If we divide up the businesses. What's wrong with my choice of words?”“It's the uncertainty you're expressing.”His jaw ticks before he murmurs, “When. When we do it.”“We'll work it out.” Checking the time leads me to shrug into my jacket. “Right now, I have an appointment with the doctor for Caterina.”I can't help gritting my teeth when he follows me out of the office, pecking at me like a fucking hen. “Costello will want an answer before he moves forward with tracking Moroni down. How much can we expect him to do without any idea of what he's getting out of this?”My irritation only grows with every word that comes out of his mouth. This is supposed to be a good day. A chance to be happy for a few minutes, to look into the future and see every possibility, yet all I can think about is Jack Moroni.St

“Hey. Is there something you're not telling me? Some reason why you're so nervous?” I brace myself, expecting her to tell me she's been cramping or bleeding and didn't want to worry me. It would kill me to lose this baby, but I wouldn't be surprised with all the stress and trauma she's endured, either.“I don't know. I'm anxious, I guess. I still feel guilty. And I'm afraid all our dreams will be for nothing if we get bad news here.”“We aren't going to.” Standing in front of her, between her knees, I slip my hands beneath the sheet draped over them. “Take a deep breath. It's time to start expecting the best instead of the worst. All of that shit is behind us now.”“You're probably right.” She won't look at me, though, her voice detached.“How can I help? What can I do to relax you?”“I wish there was something. I really do.” The worry lines between her brows deepen when she glances toward the equipment that will soon be used. “What if there's something wrong?”“There won't be.” No am

We're past that point of my having to find a way to handle the emotions and feelings I'm experiencing and learn to live with them.A sense of dread builds in me as we close in on the front gate. Just last night, we came back from dinner talking about the future. There I was, fantasizing about the beautiful Christmases we'll have together. This morning is an entirely different reality, almost as if a bucket of ice water has now been dumped all over my dreams. How could I allow myself to forget that it's not so simple being involved with Gianni Rossetti. There's always a surprise waiting around the corner.This latest surprise has me getting out of the car as soon as it stops in front of the house, heading straight inside, and walking up the stairs without so much as a backward glance. I'm not in any hurry—I'm not running, I'm not panicking, but I'm determined. He's not going to change my mind or sweet talk me or even threaten me into compliance now.I'm his queen, the piece that stands

“I'm looking forward to hearing this,” Roger announces before closing the door. He's right, of course. I would rather the girls not venture by and overhear any of this. The least I can do is keep them out of it.Sebastian merely turns to stare at him for a beat before looking my way again. “Donovan isn't Jack's only offspring.”Consider my interest piqued. “He isn't? What, is there a love child tucked away somewhere? Some leverage we can hold over his head?”“Not quite. They were born out of wedlock, two girls who were one and two, before Jack's wife kicked the bucket.”“He's got two daughters?” I exchange a glance with Roger, who looks gobsmacked. “You knew nothing about this?”“I'm not in the habit of keeping information from you,” he reminds me. To his credit, he doesn't look offended, but I can only imagine it stings to know he missed something this big.“They're twenty years old and currently living with their mother's family upstate. He rarely ever goes to see them but provides

CATERINAIhonestly didn't think Gianni would give me the space I needed. Sure, I asked for it. I physically removed myself from the bedroom. I've gone out of my way to avoid him—sneaking around the house when I know he's busy in his office, basically pulling a Tatiana otherwise. I've done a lot of reading and caught up on a lot of shows that I've been meaning to binge. The nights are tough, especially since I've gotten used to sleeping next to him and being alone isn't easy. I doubt it's any easier on him.It sort of gives me hope, in a way. He's not trying to push himself on me the way he would have done before. There's no begging or forcing. He's not chasing me through the house or seducing me--which I have never, ever been able to fight back against. It's like my Achilles heel, the sexual chemistry between us. Only he hasn't taken advantage of that.I wish I could believe this means he's genuinely turned over a new leaf, but a big part of me can't help but be suspicious. Is this hi