บททั้งหมดของ BARREN BILLIONAIRE'S EX WIFE, MOTHER OF TRIPLETS. : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

ELOISE"But I would have thought of another way, I'm sorry Eloise. Atleast I owe you the Truth"I walked toward the dinning room, determined to put as much distance between us as I could. "I need to go home now please" "I will give you time to think. That's the right thing"."This isn't going to change any shit! I'm married now and you should move on" “I know about the contract, Eloise.”My heart skipped a beat, and I slowly turned to face him. “What are you talking about?”He leaned against the wall with a kin smile . “The one-year marriage contract with Luciano. You don’t need to lie. I know everything.”A mix of shock and fury surged through me. “How do you even know about that?” I demanded, stepping toward him. “Have you been spying on me?”Damon shrugged, his calm demeanor annoying “Let’s just say I have my ways. And for what it’s worth, I think it’s pathetic.”“Excuse me?” I hissed, my hands clenching into fists. “You don’t get to judge me, Damon. Not after everything you’ve

LUCIANOI quickly untied the apron around my waist and headed to the sitting room. "How many I help you" I barely spoke out loud. My heart slammed against my ribcage. my grip tightening on the phone until my knuckles turned white. The kids were watching me with wide, innocent eyes, their earlier laughter replaced by curiosity and unease. "Her car is in a very bad shape" the man said from the other end “Is she okay?” I managed to ask, my voice low but tight. My free hand curled into a fist at my side, every nerve in my body bracing up. “There’s been an accident,” the officer said, his tone still too calm, too clinical. “She’s been taken to St. Mary’s Hospital.”For a moment, the words didn’t fully register. An accident? Eloise? It felt like my brain short-circuited, refusing to comprehend what I’d just heard. "Is she—" My voice broke, and I cleared my throat, forcing the words out. "Is she... alive?"“She’s stable,” Officer Harris said quickly, though the weight in his voice se

ELOISE.“Will Mom remember me?” an impertinent girl’s voice demanded, and I strained to open my eyes. The pain had reduced probably due to some kind of medication, but I couldn’t move my mouth still. My tongue felt thick and tasted awful, my eyelids were too heavy to open and I had no sense of my sorrounding. The only thing I knew knew was that I'd floated in and out of this state of semiconsciousness with my mind a jumbled blur. However, I wanted to see my daughter. I fought to lift a lid but couldn’t.“Of course your mother will remember you,” a woman said softly, her sharp, staccato footsteps snapping loudly as she approached the bed, the soft chink of jewelry accompanying the scent of that same elusive perfume. It was probably my mother in-law. her cologne was familiar. “Don’t worry.”“But she looks terrible.” The girl said again—my daughter. “I thought she’d be better by now.”“She is, but it just takes time, Giana. We’re all going to have to be patient. Do you want

LucianoI spent the rest of the night staring out at the rain-drenched cityscape from my penthouse. The lights of Portland blurred behind the steady downpour, but I wasn’t seeing any of it. My mind was locked on Eloise, on the tubes and machines keeping her alive, on the bruises Alex said covered her delicate skin. I poured myself another glass of bourbon, the amber liquid burning my throat as it went down. Damon had always been a thorn in my side, a constant shadow that refused to disappear. When I came into Eloise’s life, she had just begun piecing herself back together after her divorce from him. She never spoke of him often, but I didn’t need her to spell it out for me. The way her shoulders tensed at the mention of his name said enough. He’d broken her, stripped her of her confidence, and left scars no one could see. And now, the man who had torn her apart once was keeping me from her. He was controlling access to her hospital room, spinning the narrative to make it look like

LUCIANO“Damn it, Eloise, what the hell happened?” I gasped. Shaking my head in disbelief. it was as if her situation got worst or maybe because she hadn't got surgery done when I saw her last. No matter how wretched she looked right now, in a drab cotton gown that she would have disdained as a rag, I had to remember the woman within. “How the hell did you end up here?” I whispered but I got no response. Behind her lids, her eyes moved. Wasn’t she supposed to be in a coma? The hairs on the back of my neck rose. “Eloise?” I whispered, his throat nearly closing on her name. “El?”Slowly, as if with all the effort in the world, her eyes opened a crack and then wider. She stared straight at me. My heart jolted.She squinted, blinked, but continued to keep me in her line of vision.“I thought you . . . I’d better call a nurse or a doctor.” my knuckles turned white as I gripped her bedShe lifted a hand to touch mine and struggled to speak, but her lips moved over teeth that were lac