All Chapters of Divorced by My Husband, Spoiled by A Billionaire : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Hand in hand, we stepped into the private dining room. “Valentina!" My father's voice was sombre. Yeah, I get it. I am a disappointment. I looked up to meet his gaze, my hand still actively holding onto his. I shrank under my father's cold stare, I only noticed him and he held my gaze for a while. "Won't we sit?” Dominik was excited about this, I could feel it. "We told you not to bring him!” My supposed mum added, her voice gave me a headache. When did she … I looked at the elated man beside me and almost face palmed. “And you are late!" She pointed at me, her cheeks trembling with anger or something. “Valentina wouldn't stop wanting to satisfy her urge, so…” Dominik shrugged in response to her words. I was stunned. This is the point where I should get a shovel and dig a hole to bury myself. I couldn't even look at him. My face was hot and I was sure I was as red as a tomato. "Bitch.” Then I noticed them, Matteo and Bianca. His eyes screamed in disgust, they w

The emotions were so overwhelming that I didn't know what else to do. The adrenaline was shooting fast into my head and I grabbed the next thing nearest to me. Without thinking, I took hold of the jug of water and splashed it on the faces of the smirking dick and bitch.“Aaaahh!" I sat back down huffing. How dare they think I will stand down and watch them manipulate me like they had always been doing?Do I look like some species of idiot? I felt his hand patting my and somehow I knew he was proud of me. I glared at the angry faces of Matteo and Bianca as they wiped their faces dry. “What did you do just now!?" My father yelled, angry veins popping out around his neck. “I wouldn't talk to the Mafia's woman in that tone if I were you." His voice was calm and controlled.“Tell him to leave this instant!" He bellowed again, smacking his palm on the table, his eyes were bulgy and red.My lips kept quivering and the fire in my head was raging. “Why?" I just let my emotions take the

“Hey?" She squatted before the tattered looking boy sitting down at the roadside, close to a dark alley who looked a little older than she was. His head was still bent, his wavy black hair falling over his eyes. “Hello?" Her childish voice persisted but he didn't respond. He drew his knees up to his chest, his eyes looking at his bloodied feet. She reached out to touch his hair and he made an animal-like growl at the back of his throat but instead of flinching or backing out, she giggled and retracted her hand to her little bag. “Juice?" She shoved it beneath his nose making him look up at the red looking thing through his eyelids. At that moment, his stomach chose to rumble. “You're hungry." She said it like she was some sort of doctor examining him, then she dropped the packet of juice on the floor by his feet. “Go." He managed to croak. “Drink." She stood up, folding her hands at her back. He jacked his head to the side, a gesture telling her to leave. “No, you drink." S

I had a movie to shoot, my blood ran cold in my veins and it felt like I was barely living. If my mother wasn't dead, then where was she? Dominik said I had to show I deserve to know the whereabouts of my mother. If she was alive, why then didn't she come to look for me? “Are you ready?" He stepped into my private dressing room, his overbearing aura suffocating me. I was angry at him. I wanted to yell into his face that he had no right to lie to me, telling me that my mother was dead and I was her killer when it was a lie. But could I really? When I needed his help to survive. This time he was dressed in all white. I met his eyes, defiant and angry. “Yes." “You have to stop your tantrums." I glared at him before looking away. “It seems you are fully recovered now." I could see the outline of his lips quirk up. “I have been starving for too long, I'll need you tonight." My refusal hung at the tip of my tongue but I swallowed it back. “I have a scene to prepare for

After getting into the location for the scene, I glanced at my watch before looking at the entrance. It was past three minutes and Valentina wasn't out yet. Was she testing my patience?“Mr. President!" A lady called my attention and on turning towards her, I frowned as she ran towards me.Bianca? What was her plan this time? “What?" I raised a brow at her when she got to me, huffing and smiling a stupid shy smile.“I wanted to say hi." She stood erect, her finger constantly going to tuck a strand of her curly hair to the back of her ear. “Fuck off." I looked her down and made to leave when I felt her hold on my wrist. I paused, glared at the dirty hand holding on to my wrist before glaring at her. “You want your hand chopped off?" I was disgusted but still wanted to keep a low profile here at work. “There is something I wanted to tell you about your step sister." She blinked at me and tears started pouring from her eyes. I dragged my hand out of her hold. “Fuck off." I point