Lahat ng Kabanata ng Tempting A Billionaire : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Stacey My heart is racing with anxiety and nerves as I sit with my lawyer, Mr. Black, awaiting our turn in court. Tyler is predictably late as always. I rub my palms together in anticipation and softly mention, "Tyler isn't here yet." Mr. Black leans in to whisper in my ear, his expression filled with a hint of delight as he remarks, "Your husband being late or not showing up at all might actually work in our favor.""Come on, Stacey. Relax a little," he says casually, and I turn to face him, the tension evident on my face as I respond, "I'm scared of losing against him. Will I have to go back if I lose this case?" He clicks his tongue, assuring me that I will win the case no matter what. "It's your decision if you want to divorce him. He can't force you or anyone in court. Rest assured, my dear.""Williams!" calls the junior court clerk, and I nervously glance at Mr. Black, who lets out a deep sigh before rising to his feet, prompting me to do the same. My heart is racing in my ches

Juan I carefully park my car at the porch of the grand manor, and I am stunned by the view that greets me. Even though we have arrived late at night and the sun has already set, I can still envision how breathtaking the scenery must be during the day. Stacey and I are warmly welcomed by her elderly grandparents, who exude kindness and generosity.I extend my hand to shake the hand of the elderly man, who wears a charming smile as if he has been anticipating our arrival. Stacey's grandmother, despite being in her eighties, exudes beauty. Her silver hair is tied in a ponytail, and the wrinkles on her face reflect her graceful age. A white woman with a British accent, she forgoes the handshake and instead goes in for a warm hug, embracing me with genuine affection.“Welcome -” As Stacey's grandmother speaks, her voice is sweet like a melody, and in that moment, I feel a pang of longing for the love that is missing in my own life. They say family is everything, that they stand by you thr

StaceyAs I take a sip of my tea, my grandmother settles across from me on a stool, her gaze fixed on a man in the distance. "What do you think about that guy over there?" she inquires, causing me to look at her in confusion. "What do you mean by that?" I ask, puzzled by her question. Shrugging her shoulders, she continues, "Oh, you know what I mean. What do you think about considering him as your-" Before she can finish her sentence, I cut her off with wide eyes and an exclamation, "Grandma! Please!""See, child," my grandmother begins, her voice gentle yet firm. "Your parents would want you to find someone who values you, someone who cherishes and provides you with love and care. You don't deserve Tyler at all. However, I can see potential with this guy." I watch her silently, her words echoing in my mind. The weight of her words leaves me feeling conflicted, especially considering my secret involvement with Juan. My grandmother's persuasion adds another layer of complexity to my a

Tyler Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!Why do I have to fucking endure all of this? Everything seemed to be going fucking smoothly. I had been deceiving her for all these years, and now she has easily let me go? How the fuck could she do this to me? What caused her to change? She was so dedicated to upholding her family's reputation, and now that there is talk of her divorce, she appears to be celebrating it.As I pace back and forth in my mansion, my mind is consumed with the fear of losing everything, especially this grand estate. She has demanded in the deed that she wishes to claim ownership of the mansion, leaving me with no choice but to comply. My original plan was to strip her of all her inherited property, passed down to her by her parents. However, the tables have turned, and now I find myself facing the consequences of my actions.She has purposely invested in the company where I am employed just to underestimate me! How pathetic can she be? I am filled with seething anger, drowning in

Juan  I find her naked on a bed with someone else. Her ex-husband, to be exact. But what the fuck is he doing here? Aren’t they divorced? I made sure of it that they are no longer a couple, and the signature on the legal documents was sent to me by the judge who supported Stacey because of me. I made her divorce easy for her - and for myself, of course. My eyes move from her beautiful face, which is mixed with terrified expressions, and fixed upon that bastard who has his big cock hanging shamelessly. Well, not as big as mine. Clenching my fist in anger, I approach him and, without giving him a warning, I start to beat him. Starting with punches on his face, leading to his stomach, and painful grunts escaping his filthy mouth. However, I feel no remorse, and Stacey calls out to me, pleading with me to let go of him.