บททั้งหมดของ The Betrayed Wife Is A Secret Billionaire : บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

DanteI pour myself a neat scotch back at my house. It’s now seven in the evening and today was one of the worst ones yet. How dare Isaac threaten to take away Kenna’s heiress status just because she and I are now seeing each other. How vindictive is that, right? I mean honestly, it isn’t like our being together has any impact on how she will run the business. And let’s face it, Bodega could do with some fresh blood and chase new business. Isaac has become set in his ways, he seems to think that if something is working just to leave it. But Kenna will breathe new life into his empire. Seriously, I think the man has some control issues that need working on. Wondering if I should call her but not wanting to interrupt her time if she is still with her daughter, I stew on the events of today. Perhaps it is best that I end my relationship with Kenna. Then that way, Isaac doesn’t have a leg to stand on and Kenna will still be heiress, after all she does deserve it. Over the last few month

KennaI hang up incensed with my mother for not being in my corner. Is she really that frightened that her own husband will disown her, that she has chosen him over me? In my book that is disgusting. I would never do something like this to Riley. Whatever my child wants as she grows older and whomever she chooses as her life partner, I will support. Providing he isn’t an abusive partner or an addict of any kind. I clutch my stomach, bile comes up my throat and my body seems to be having a melt down. My own mother has gone against me because of a tyrant like Isaac. I don’t know what is worse. Dante ending our relationship because Isaac has threatened my status, or my own flesh and blood turning against me and siding with her husband. For what? Money? Diamonds? Exclusive paintings? Horses? A fuck off mansion or two around the country and abroad? It sickens me. Oh God, I feel like I am going to puke. I run straight to the large bathroom with its rose pink marble floor and drop to my kn

KennaMy eyes feel grainy and sore, they look red around the rims but I have my trusty concealer by YSLaurent to help disguise them and the fact that I have dark circles underneath them. I sigh as I get on yet another flight this time straight back to Manhattan. It is tiring, all I seem to have done for weeks is get on and off this damn jet. But I have business to attend to and there is no time like the present. I can work whilst I am onboard.The stewardess comes to me, I notice her coral shade of lipstick and her sunny demeanour as she smiles at me. Her hazel eyes look warm and comforting. “Can I get you anything, Miss Bodega?”“A new life would be good. I’ll just take a coffee please, hold on the cream and sugar. Black will be fine.”“Very well. We will be taking off shortly, I can bring it to you after.”“Thank you.” I know the drill who wouldn’t by now.Anxiety you would think should be present since I am about to go back home and confront Isaac. Yet it doesn’t. I am ready for th

Dante“You told him! And how did he take it?” I was surprised to see Kenna at my front door not more than twenty minutes ago. Looking as beautiful as ever this time dressed down in some skinny black jeans that look molded to her, showcasing her long and toned legs. Her baggy sweatshirt hangs off one shoulder and has Mickey Mouse on the front. She looks too damn adorable right now and I am ready to pull off her clothes, throw her on my bed and make wild passionate love to her. Seriously though, Kenna looks only in her teens, not the billionairess in her twenties. How does she do it? And how does she do to me what she does? “At first not well, but then he agreed it would be best to make a family statement. He wants the name to be clear and all the skeletons out of the closet, so to speak, for when Riley comes to live with me part-time.” She has a grin of jubilation on her face. I walk over to her in the kitchen where she leans with her back to the sink and take her face in my hands. My

KennaI fire off a message to Dante hoping he will pick it up. I know he himself would be getting ready to head into his offices. I have a tail, a large black 4x4. Do you know anything about this?I wait tapping my pale pink nails on the mobile with anxiousness. Who the fuck is following me? Why is someone even following me?“You need to take me to the Bodega Head Office, I have no other choice. I can’t be driving around Manhattan trying to shake a tail,” I tell the driver.“Very well, Ma’am.” God I hate it when people call me ma’am. I’m still only in my twenties, it makes me feel so damn old. Ugh! I turn around in my seat wondering what is taking Dante so long. I can see a woman driving with ice blonde hair, I squint trying to see who it is sitting next to her but they are wearing a baseball cap. I notice a dark beard and that is about it. But the man sitting next to the woman is big built. What the hell!Hey, sorry I was getting ready and didn’t hear the phone. Okay, let me get ex