All Chapters of The billionaire's trifling romance:Her revenge : Chapter 31 - Chapter 35

He pulled his mouth away from Sam’s breast, his eyes dark with intent. He pulled off whatever clothing she still had on in seconds, jumped down to the edge of the bed, and peeled off his jeans and boxers until he was bare.His cock stood long, thick, and hard.Sam’s breath caught as she saw his hard cock. She instinctively spread her legs while grabbing the sheets as Jimmie stroked his cock with his eyes locked on hers.“You want my dick?”“Yes… I want your dick, Jimmie… please.”But he didn’t put his dick into her immediately. He pulled her down toward the edge of the bed until her ass was right at the edge. He started with his fingers. His fingers pushed into the slick heat between her thighs and finger-fucked her so much that she couldn’t take it anymore. She tried to push his fingers away, but she was too weak to do that.He finally removed his hand and replaced it with his mouth. He closed his mouth around the trembling bud at her center flicking it slightly before sucking hard.

When I woke up from the dream, Ethan wasn’t next to me on the bed; he wasn’t even in the house.I couldn’t think straight. I picked up my phone and called Jimmie. With tears in my eyes, I said,“I saw her,” I whispered. “The woman in my dreams. The one who killed Mom.”“Hold on. I’ll be right there.”Within moments, Jimmie was already inside my apartment. The apartment felt too quiet — like even the walls were holding their breath with me.The door was still swinging on its hinges, letting in a rush of cold morning air.“What did you see?! Tell me. Tell me everything.”I started explaining everything — all the fragments I’ve seen since I left the hospital.The words tumbled out faster than I could breathe.Every dream — or should I say nightmare. I told him all the ones I could remember.Jimmie listened like someone who could rewrite the world with my words alone, wiping away each tear before it could fall.When I explained everything, he promised to tell me everything he could rememb

When I got home that night, Ethan was there… sitting on the couch in the living room. He was drunk again.The TV murmur filled the room like wallpaper."You're late," he said, not even looking away from the TV.“Yeah… your mum asked to see me.”"Okay."He didn't ask any further questions. How can I still love someone who wouldn't even look at me? Someone who's drunk every other night. I refuse to believe he drinks because of me.“I need to tell you something,” I blurted before I lost my courage.He paused and finally turned to look at me. “Okay.”“I—” The words stuck. “I cheated on you…” I paused, then continued, “with Jimmie.”Ethan didn’t speak. He folded his arms slowly, his gaze fixed on me, calm as a lake.“I don’t know how it happened,” I said, voice trembling. “But I suddenly lost feelings for you and started liking him. I felt safe with him. And I don't regret it.”Still nothing.I braced for the show — the inhale, the shout, the accusation. Instead, Silence.Whiskey.Ethan cro