Lahat ng Kabanata ng Chased by my Billionaire Ex-Husband : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Sienna’s POV“Honey, about the funds you promised for my charity…” Sabrina said to Roman, dabbing her lips with a napkin. “You said you’d send it this week. My team and I are visiting orphanages this weekend to distribute donations.”We were all seated at the dining table, having breakfast. Livvy and Riley were dressed in their school uniforms, ready to leave after eating. I was also preparing to head to work. I couldn’t wait to escape this awkward meal.And it made me wonder how much longer I would have to endure mornings like this while I lived here momentarily.“I’ll wire the money to your account when I get to the office.” Roman replied flatly, taking a bite of his food.“Here.” Livvy’s gentle voice came from beside me. She picked up the juice jug and leaned toward Riley’s cup. “Let me fill it for you.”I was just about to smile at her thoughtfulness when Riley’s cold response caught me by surprise.“I don’t need your help. I can do it myself.” Riley shoved Livvy’s hand away a lit

Roman’s POVLying her back on the bed, I kept my eyes locked to hers in a hungry stare that mirrored hers. Then, I knelt before her and proceeded to strip off my shirt. My cock was hard as fuck. Harder than ever. And as much I couldn’t wait to fuck the daylight out of her, I wanted to savor every moment. Knowing how unpredictable Sienna could be, I knew that opportunities like this were rare. Yet, there was something hot and thrilling about the chase —the uncertainty only added to my attraction to her.I claimed her lips once more, my fingers quickly released the buttons of her corporate shirt. Her soft moan hummed against my mouth as my fingertips grazed her bare skin. Smirking, I deepened the kiss, my hands drifting down to her skirt, which I slid off, leaving her in lacy black lingerie. Then, I pulled back, my gaze raking over her. Seeing her half naked in front of me did so many things to my head and body that I couldn’t explain. The evidence of my desire lay in my swollen and

Roman’s POVI could swear that she was the most captivating woman I had ever seen. And I couldn’t take my eyes off her. As she played in the water, laughing and splashing around, I lay back on the lounge chair under the umbrella, wearing only my beach shorts, still recovering from every fun we had indulged in. But she wasn’t tired. If anything, she looked even more energized.The sun glowed against her smooth skin, her pink bikini hugging every perfect curve. Sand and seawater clung to her hips with her toned legs shimmering under the golden light. Her long chestnut hair, damp from the ocean, cascaded down her back, making her look effortlessly beautiful.She was the true definition of perfect and effortlessly graceful. And if I wasn’t careful, this woman would surely make me go completely nuts over her.“Hey! Get over here already!” She called out, waving at me as she jumped into the waves again. Her laughter rang through the air, bright and carefree. “Don’t be lazy!”I chuckled, sh

Sienna’s POVAs soon as Candice opened the door, I threw myself into her arms, breaking down in uncontrollable sobs.She stiffened for a moment, caught off guard, but then quickly wrapped her arms around me, holding me tightly as I cried my heart out.“What happened?” she asked, her voice filled with concern.But I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t even form the words. All I could do was cry.My sobs slowly quieted when I noticed a small figure standing at the top of the stairs. Livvy. She was staring at me, her big eyes filled with worry, her little face already wet with tears.“Oh no.” Candice muttered, noticing her too. She gently pulled away from me while I quickly wiped my face with the back of my hands, trying to hide the evidence of my pain.“Livvy, baby,” I said, walking toward her. As soon as I reached her, I saw more tears slipping down her cheeks. My heart clenched, and I pulled her into a tight hug. Holding her felt like holding a piece of Roman —the only part of him that sti

Sienna’s POVAn hour later, I sat stiffly at the kitchen table, my arms crossed as I stared at the woman moving around the kitchen. Emilia. Our so-called mother.Sabrina sat across from me, looking far too comfortable with this entire situation, while Emilia busied herself making tea as if she belonged here. As if she hadn’t been gone for more than twenty years.I watched her intently, my eyes never leaving her as she carefully placed a steaming cup of tea in front of me. The scent of chamomile drifted in the air, but I had no intention of drinking it.Then, as if on instinct, she reached toward me, her fingers brushing against my still-damp hair, attempting to tuck a strand behind my ear.I recoiled instantly.Her hand froze in midair for a second before she hesitantly pulled it back, letting it fall uselessly by her side. A flicker of sadness crossed her face, but I refused to let it affect me.She had NO RIGHT to look sad.Now that I was finally taking a good look at her, I realiz