Semua Bab Married to the Billionaire to Divorce Him: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Nathaniel’s POVI knew I was in trouble the second she dropped to the yoga mat.She rolled it out in the center of the room like it was just another regular day. There was no music, she just had that blank, focused look on her face like she was about to bend time and space with her yoga poses.She started slow, her arms went up, breathing slowly... I tried not to look but my plan didn’t work.She dipped forward into some forward fold and her ass was in the air like God himself was testing me.I sat still on the edge of the bed, pretending to scroll through my phone, but my screen was dark. Then she dropped into downward dog and I nearly passed out.Her leggings were black and tight. It was Jessica who added that to her clothes. My mother wasn't making things easier for me. Cause thanks to that leggings, I could see everything. Every curve, every muscle flex and I realized something even worse than lust; she had no idea.She had no idea what she looked like from this angle. No idea wha

Ava's POVDavid finally turned around, his expression wasn't good. "Why the hell I found out that your marriage is fake? That it’s a contract? That you’ll divorce Nathaniel in three years?"My eyes went wide open. Only Jessica, Angela and Priscilla knew about this, so who could have told him?"W-What?" I whispered. "How do you even know that?"He didn’t answer. He just looked at me, disappointed. “I told you before you got married,” he said. “if you needed anything let me know. All you had to do was communicate."I kept quiet, not knowing how respond. "Ava, I told you I really liked you..since university days and I finally met you...only for you to be stuck with Mr.playboy....even right now, I am just holding myself being around you cause you are now Ava Hargrave. You could have said something before it all got to this." He said, brushing his hair backwards in frustration.I

Ava’s POV"Let's go with this dress...or maybe this one." Christy asked me while figuring out what I could wear for the Gala. The next few hours were filled with hurried fittings, fake smiles, and forced pleasantries. Christy seemed to have taken it upon herself to oversee every detail of my outfit for the gala. With her energy and enthusiasm, she reminded me more of a child playing dress-up than a woman arranging something that could change my life. Every time I looked in the mirror, the reality of what I had become hit me again. Ava Hargrave. No longer just Ava Collins—now someone who had to wear the perfect mask for the perfect life.And that’s exactly what they expected from me—perfection.After several rounds of trying on dresses, I was finally settled on a deep red gown with a plunging neckline and a dramatic slit up the leg. Christy was in love with it, practically squealing with excitement every time I twirled. I couldn’t bring myself to share her enthusiasm. The dress was be

"Where are we going to? Hargrave Mansion?" I asked, stretching my hands over his dick as he was driving. "Jesus Ava, you'll get us killed at this rate." He panicked. "I guess you get freaky when you're drunk..." "What do mean I'm not drunk." I removed my hand and pulled back. "You are and..." He froze as I reached for his trouser...trying to unzip him. "You are hard, do you know that?" I lifted my eyes to look at him from below. The car swayed for some seconds. "Please Ava...you need to..." I brought out his hard dick and shoved it into my mouth. He gasped, almost moaning. The car quickly went to the side of the road then he parked. "Oh my God." He exclaimed, as he leaned back on his seat, trying to help me hold my hair up. I looked at him with my eyes as I did it, staring into his eyes and smiling. It was nasty and sloppy. He could hear the wet sounds coming out of my mouth. "Goddamn Ava! I never knew you had this side to you." I chuckled, going in, taking all of him i

"All I wanted was some peace and quiet, cuddled up with Ava." I whined to my reflection in the rear mirror. I barely made it ten minutes down the road before my phone started vibrating nonstop again. Three missed calls from the office, two from Jessica, one from my Father. I pulled over into a side street, resting my forehead against the steering wheel.What the hell was happening to me?I could still taste Ava on my lips. Her moaning echoed in my ears. Her body, warm and molded perfectly against mine, had left an imprint on my skin I was sure wouldn’t fade. And yet, I was being pulled right back into reality. She wasn’t just some girl I was forced to marry anymore. She was... Ava. Someone I thought I didn't find attractive, but is now driving me crazy.I gripped the wheel tighter, trying to shake the image of her asleep in my bed, tangled in the sheets. I meant every damn word I said to her. I wanted more than just a contract. I wanted her. But did she believe me? Did she even want