Revenge on my billionaire ex-husband のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

POV; Flirting.She was standing talking to one of her art instructors from college when her eyes yet again drifted across the room towards Nichole. He was a very good looking man and the easy, laid-back demeanor he possessed charmed the room expertly. He was easily six foot and three or four inches tall with thick black hair, eyes dark as coal and teeth white as pearls. His teeth were crooked. She noticed it right away when she had interrupted him at the restaurant. His bottom teeth were not perfect, and his up teeth were gaped just a bit too much. The man had never had braces, it was certain. “Yet it added to his charm.He was debonair and suave as he flirted with the older ladies who had come in fashionably late to an art show and more than once boldly refuted the advantage of the younger ones. His complexion was a golden hue she could describe as ochre. He was strong and masculine, and he walked with the lithe grace of a lion or a panther. She wondered what it would be like to be

POV; Comfort He pushed the bottom on his steering wheel and music filled the car. “What is your favorite kind of music?”“Pop!” My brother hates it and says it all sounds the same, but I like it. “What are we listening to?” She leans forward trying to understand the lyrics.“Music from Portugal.” He smiled. It's sexy, no?”“It’s very sexy,” She giggles at his wide grin.“Do you dance, Laila?” “When I was younger,” the girls and I would go to night clubs and dance all night.”“Younger?” You're twenty-five! You should be dancing.”“I had an image to maintain.”“Your ex-husband is an idiot,” he snapped out, "if you were my wife, I'd parade you everywhere. Have you danced sexy with me at night clubs, bringing you out to make all men jealous that their wives didn't look half as hot as mine.” He winked at her, “I'll be rubbing it all over their faces.She laughed at his playful words, "it's all fine until a guy hits on me and then what?”Then you point at me, remind the lucky bastard who

POV: Good Morning Laila surface from the exhausted slumber aware of three things.First, her body felt as if she had spent a week in the gym with every muscle she possessed aching in a way she didn't know was possible. Nichole has been an attentive lover. He'd had her five more times through the night, once on his kitchen table then they had gone down to find snacks and water at four in the morning.Second, she'd spent the full night with Nichole and despite falling asleep around five she had never slept as deeply as she had while he'd been wrapped around her. Merlin never liked to cuddle in bed because she runs hot. She threw heat from her body like an out of control furnace. She told Nicole if he got too warm next to her, she wouldn't be offended if he didn't hold her. He had responded with Portuguese, and he craved heat and warmth and he was thrilled to have his own personal hot table. He'd firmly kept his arm and leg wrapped around her while they slept.She had thought she'd stru

POV: Demolished Laila stepped closer to him happily as he stood in front of her. He completely ignored the sputtering of Merlin and yammering questions of Lola demanding to know who he was and smiled at him.He looks intently at her. “Are you okay?”The concern on his face made warmth spread through her chest.“Yes, I am.” Are we ready to start? Did the engine give clearance?”“ Laila, I demand you to stop this nonsense once. Come here and we will discuss this immediately. Merlin growled furiously.”Nichole cocked his head to one side, and then looked at her curiously,” please, tell me this is not how he spoke to you when you were married to him?”“Only when I disappoint him,” she whispered, feeling embarrassed at the condescension in Merlin's voice, and never in public. I will say, I never heard him yell until today.“Do you want to talk to him?”“No, I am done with them both.”“Lola waged her way closer.” Laila, are you going to introduce me or not?” I'm your sister.” Nichole sh

POV: MomShe was running her fingers through a rack of dresses thinking of the morning even, when her phone started ringing.Don't answer it,” Janka warned as she noticed the name on the display.”She declined the call and then groaned when it immediately started ringing again.“Dang it.” Angrily she pushed the rack of the clothes aside and answered the phone. “Mom, what do you want?”“You bulldozed the house?”“No.” I sold the house. The guy who brought it from me bulldozed it. He's building a play park.”Your sister is devastated.Okay mum, I need you to hear me, and I mean really hear me, right now. She needs psychiatric help. She is tied on having everything which is mine,” she has become unhinged. She is mentally ill.“She loves you. She wants to be like you.”“No, she hates me, and she wants to destroy me and everything I love. Everyone knows it. What I don't understand is how you know yet turned your back on me. I didn't do a damn thing wrong and yet you treat me like I should