Semua Bab DIVORCED AND DESIRED: my boss’s obsession: Bab 81 - Bab 90

**CHAPTER 81** **VINCENZO AND CAMILLA'S VILLA** Camilla came out of the bathroom. A towel was wrapped round her chest, another she used in drying her hair. After she was done drying her hair, she placed the towel on the stool. She walked to the dressing room, and a few minutes later she was out, wearing her silk nightgown that floated in the air as she walked. She took her phone from the nightstand, then went to turn off the light before climbing into bed. She went to Vincenzo's contact. Three missed calls—he hadn't called back. **"I hope he is okay,"** Camilla muttered. She went online to check Vincenzo's status, but he wasn't online. She made to send him a text when a notification popped on her screen. It was from an unknown number. Her eyebrows twisted into a light frown. She clicked the notification—it was a video. She clicked the video, and what she saw almost made her scream at the top of her lungs. In the video, Harrison, Holly, Holly's mother and siblings, alon

**Chapter 83** **ITALY – UNDISCLOSED LOCATION** Camilla lay on the cold ground, unconscious. Her hair was scattered all over her face, dried blood on her nose. The back of her head had blood mixed with her hair, due to the hit. Her fingers were curled in a fist. She suddenly jerked up when a cold bucket of water was dumped on her. She was panting as she sat up, her vision blurry. She blinked a couple of times before her sight was restored. She glanced around. She was in a room, what looked like an abandoned building. The floor was concrete and so were the walls, or maybe an incomplete one. The ceiling was made fine, but the rest of the room was incomplete. Her gaze landed on a figure sitting on a chair. Antonia. Anger built and boiled as she stared at Antonia. She had a sarcastic grin on her face and blood all over her body. Camilla’s body turned cold, and she froze, her heartbeat stopped for a moment before beating again. Her brain imagined the unimaginable. The thou

**Chapter 85** **FLASHBACK: TWENTY-SIX YEARS AGO** **“I can’t believe you would do this to me! I loved you, Vivian. I did nothing but love you!”** Harrison screamed, veins popping on his forehead. Vivian’s cries filled the living room. She was on her knees, her hands clasped together as she pleaded for mercy—**heavily pregnant.** **“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. He kept coming, and I couldn’t resist. Harrison, please forgive me,”** Vivian pleaded, tears pouring down her cheeks. Harrison sighed, covering his face with his palm in disappointment. Just yesterday, he had walked in on Vivian having sex with their neighbor. To make it worse, she was nine months pregnant. She hadn’t let him touch her after the third month of her pregnancy. **“Can’t believe you could do this to me,”** Harrison mumbled, staggering back and sitting on the couch. **“I’m sorry,”** Vivian cried. **“You’re a disgrace, Vivian. A fucking disgrace. I married a whore!”** he barked

Chapter 87The chase was still on. Vincenzo’s men already caught Vivian and she was being pinned to the ground. Meanwhile, Gabriele was still chasing Antonia. She wasn’t slowing down and neither was he. “Bitch, stop!” Gabriele yelled. Antonia didn’t look back or care to stop. She knew how much Gabriele hated her before. And now what she did, she wouldn’t even be able to convince him if she stopped. He would kill her on the spot. She continued running and Gabriele kept chasing. They ran into the desert. Gabriele paused and aimed for her legs. She wasn’t steady and so was his aim. He fired three shots; one hit the back of her knee. She fell on the floor groaning. Gabriele got to her and turned her face, so her back was laying on the ground while she faced him, holding her bleeding leg. “Bitch,” he called with rage and threw a punch at her face. “Fuck!” Antonia spat out blood. “I am your fucking mother, you son of a gun!” she sneered. “You lost that title long ago. You are

Chapter 89 TWO DAYS LATER. GIOVANNI FUNERAL. It's been two days since Giovanni's death. The family didn't wait long before concluding the date for his burial. When Giovanni was still alive, he would make jokes about how he wanted to be buried within the first week of his death. He would say he misses his wife and couldn't wait to join her. Now here he was, resting in peace with her. Everybody was dressed in black, Vincenzo dressed in a fine hand tailored suit with Camilla standing at his right hand side, dressed in a well tailored channel gown that ended on her knees. Her hair was packed in a low burn, and she looked like she had been crying for the past two days non-stop. She looked thinner, her baby bump more visible. The other side was Francesca. She stood at Vincenzo's left side. She wore dark shades of glass to hide her red eye, her hair was let down and she wore a black Palazzo and matching sleeves shirt. Her hands were tucked in her pocket, everything that happened was s