บททั้งหมดของ Betrayed By My Abusive Ex-Husband: Pampered By The Devil : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

“You have a daughter?” Reina choked out, her voice barely above a whisper, as the weight of the moment settled down on her. She gazed up at Xavier, her heart racing in a chaotic rhythm. In that fleeting instant, she had hoped she was mistaken—perhaps the little girl wasn’t running towards them, but rather racing to someone behind them. Or maybe, just maybe, the child had confused Xavier with the strange man who bore his striking resemblance. But deep down, she knew she wasn't wrong; Xavier unmistakably knew this little girl.“Daddy,” Katya exclaimed, throwing her arms around Xavier’s legs, her face lighting up with innocence and joy.“Katya? Where is your mommy?” Xavier asked, kneeling before her, his brow furrowed with confusion.“I'm right here,” an alluring voice exclaimed from ahead, and Xavier looked up just as Nadia appeared from the crowd, walking toward them in a stunning wine-satin strapless gown that shimmered under the light. The dress had a daring slit right above her left

“Ahh, I love how rough you are handling me,” Nadia moaned, leaning into Xavier as tears of pleasure began to form in her eyes. Xavier, seeing that, pushed her away as she began coughing rapidly. “Cut to the chase; I know you purposely misled her!” Xavier growled, tucking a hand in his pocket. “No…“ Nadia let out with a feigned astonishment before explaining, “I just wanted you to know it’s been a month since I last saw my husband. I’m pregnant, and he won’t answer my calls. But since you’re like a brother to him, I was thinking you could help me speak to him since the both of you are here.” “You expect me to believe that?” Xavier questioned with a raised eyebrow. “No, because I know it’s you, Xavier,” Nadia said, placing her fingertip below Xavier's chest as she slowly and seductively began tracing up and stopping right on his chest as she demanded, her voice trembling with pleasure. “Where is my husband, Xavier?” “He didn’t attend the event,” Xavier said, feeling his breath h

An hour later, Xavier emerged from the steamy confines of his bathroom with Reina in his arms, and he gently sat her on the bed. Just then a knock echoed against the door. He walked over and opened it to reveal Dr. Emiliano alongside Olga, whose faces lit up with a knowing smile the moment their eyes landed on him. “We brought everything you requested,” Dr. Emiliano proclaimed, as he tried to keep his voice steady and professional. But before he could continue, Olga held up a hand dryer, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “And a hand dryer! Didn’t I tell you it would come in handy?” She asked Emiliano as she cast a sneaky glance at Xavier’s damp hair, letting her gaze linger.“Yes, yes, my woman is always right,” Dr. Emiliano replied, a hint of admiration lacing his tone. Xavier frowned slightly, feeling a strange mix of amusement and unease at their loving banter. With an air of aloofness, he interjected, “I’m ready when you’re done with your little reunion.”“Sorry,” Dr. Emiliano

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains as Laura, Xavier's mother, slowly stirred awake from her deep sleep. She opened her eyes, and as she blinked, her heart skipped a beat when her eyes landed on a figure looming against her door. Panic surged through her, and she let out a piercing scream, the sound echoing off the walls of the room, which suddenly felt much smaller and more suffocating. “Hey, hey, calm down, it's me.” Alfonso's deep, raspy voice coaxed. “Alfonso…?! What are you doing here? Inside my room?” She asked, her face twisted into a frown. “Um,” Alfonso began, scratching the back of his head before continuing, “There is an emergency at the base, and the boss is getting ready, so I thought I would see your beautiful face before I left.” “Oh, thank you. I'm so flattered,” Laura replied, her voice dripping with feigned enthusiasm, before her demeanor shifted, and she snapped, “Do you want to die?!” “Maybe,” Alfonso retorted, his tone surprising

With Enzo and Lucas out tending to their respective duties, the house felt unusually quiet. Rosario sat in the living room, her gaze occasionally drifting toward Ximena, who remained slumped on the couch, as if the world rested on her shoulders. Ximena didn't go to work because she had been feeling under the weather for days now.“Here, madam,” the maid announced softly, handing a glass of lemonade perched on a tray.“Thank you,” Ximena replied, her voice barely above a whisper as she took the drink. She immediately took the glass to her lips, taking a generous sip.“Ahhh…” she moaned, the cool, savory flavor awakening her senses. She felt delighted; today’s lemonade was exceptionally delicious, quenching her thirst perfectly.Rosario looked at Ximena at her behavior once again. She had noticed the changes in Ximena the past few days. A mother’s instinct nagged at her; she was unwilling to acknowledge the truth, but it was undeniable—her daughter was pregnant.‘Didn’t Marco promise to