Todos os capítulos de Affair With My my Ex's Billionaire Father : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

MILO POV When Boris called me halfway through the business I had in Zelenograd, I stopped everything and headed back to Moscow. I drove so fast that anyone lagging on the road would have gotten hit by me. Luckily, the road I used didn't have too many cars on the road. The thought of Ivan made me fantasize of murder. He should have known better than to beat Emilie black and blue to the point that she ended up in the hospital. I would kill him once I saw him. I arrived at the hospital, I rushed straight to Emilie's room. I had to see if she was okay. I put the flowers I'd bought for her on her bedside and stared at her while she slept. I immediately wanted to break everything in the room and kill somebody. There were bruises all over her face and her neck had a dark purple handprint. "Sir, are you related to the patient?" A nurse asked. She was probably wondering who

TATIANA POV "I heard Milo beat Ivan to a pulp. What happened?" My friend, Miriam, asked.  "Oh, nothing. I think it had something to do with business. I try not to involve myself in their business." I had to lie. I couldn't admit to any of my friends that I had been bested by a twenty-four-year-old girl. She had Milo in the palm of her hands in a way I didn't.  That fucking bitch was ruining everything. She was the first mistress that Milo cared if I bullied or not. He had never cared for a woman that much before. She must have cast some sort of spell on him.  "I heard it was because of Emilie." "Those are just rumors." She didn't look like she believed me. Soon, I would get Emilie out of Milo's life and take my rightful place by his side. There wasn't anything anyone could do about that.  No one would question Milo's love for

Milo had been with me for the whole of Milan Fashion week. He didn't come for some of the shows because he had been busy. But if he could help it, he attended with me.Afterwards, he would take me out on a date in an expensive restaurant or for a boat ride with fast food ready for us to eat. Every date he took me out on was better than the last. It felt like he was trying to impress me.Even when I could tell he was busy, he always had time for me. He made sure he had dinner with me every night, took me back to the hotel penthouse, and left when I has showered and gotten in bed.In the days when he didn't leave at night, he fell asleep and held me all night while I slept or fucked me into the daylights. Our trip to Milan felt more like a honeymoon than anything else."Where are we going today?" Boris asked.Since fashion week was over and I didn't have anything else to do, I thought I could go to a park and design a few clothes for my collection. The least I could do was get some work

As the plane touched down on the tarmac, a wave of relief washed over me. I had made it back to safety, but the anxiety in my chest only grew heavier. Milo was still in Italy, and I couldn’t shake the worry gnawing at me. What was happening to him? Would he be okay? I glanced at Boris, who was standing beside me, his expression unreadable.“Take me to the mansion,” I ordered, my voice trembling slightly. The penthouse felt too close to the chaos I was trying to escape. Boris nodded, his demeanor professional and calm, as he ushered me out of the airport and into a waiting car. The ride was quiet, the hum of the engine filling the air as I stared out the window, watching the world pass by. The city felt different now, as if I was seeing it through a foggy lens. My thoughts were consumed by Milo. I couldn’t help but wonder when he would come back. Would he be safe? “Boris,” I finally spoke, breaking the silence. “What’s going to happen to him? Is he okay?”He glanced at me, his eyes s

IVAN POVI sat in my room, staring out the window, trying to figure out what to do. My mind was racing, and I felt lost. I wanted Emilie back, but I also wanted to get rid of my father. It felt like I was stuck in a game where I didn’t know the rules. Milo was always in the way. He had everything—power, respect, and most importantly, Emilie. I couldn’t stand it. I needed to find a way to turn things in my favor. That’s when I had an idea. I could use Julian, one of my friends. He was charming, good-looking, and knew how to attract women. Maybe he could help me get Emilie back.I picked up my phone and called Julian. “Hey, man. I need your help with something important,” I said when he answered. “What’s up?” he asked, sounding curious.“I want you to get close to Emilie,” I said, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. “I need you to make her fall for you.”There was silence on the other end for a moment, and then Julian la