Semua Bab Divorce Me Once, Your Loss: Bab 1 - Bab 8

BriannaI hear the slam of papers on the mahogany desk in front of me before my vision zeroes in on the document.“Sign it!”I blink back the sudden tears that sting my eyes. “What are those?”“Divorce papers,” Nico grunts like he prefers to be anywhere but here, “sign the papers.”Nico has been my husband for one year. One year and two days if I am being precise, and I can count the number of times I’ve seen him in the past one year on one hand and that’s including the press conferences we had to attend.“Why are you hesitating, Bri? It’s one year already.”He is right. The contract was meant to last for one year alone, the contract that meant he had me as a wife instead of the woman he initially wanted – my sister, Arianna. It’s no news to me that my husband hates me as much as one does his archenemy because he believes I took away the opportunity for him to be with Arianna, when he did that himself. It’s no news to me that I can never be her in his eyes, but don’t blame me if I did

Brianna“What?!?”Daniel looks visibly stunned when he looks back at me, “You didn’t tell me you were married.”“I’m not!”Aliyah gives a low whistle from behind me.Nico leans in, his voice taking a low drawl when he says, “Your five seconds is up, champ.”Danny rises to his feet indignantly, his eyes trained on mine regardless of Nico’s scowl beside him. “Call me.”Nico’s scowl deepens as he makes his exit, then his eyes rounds up on mine. “Call me? What the hell was that?! You out flirting with every dude now?”I’m sure my features displays my confusion when I repeat his words. “What the hell was that?” I ask him, “your wife?”“Did I stutter?”“Did you forget something called a divorce? You know the thing that happened one year ago when you decided you wanted me gone from your life?”He leans down and his hand closes tight around my arm, “Did you forget your fucking manners when speaking to—”He cuts short, his eyes zeroing in on my body as he regards me like it is the first time h

BriannaI’ve been to the Armani mansion not more than four times in my life and those were only because I had no choice whatsoever than to show up and pretend to be the ever so dutiful, ever so loving wife of Nico Armani.Keeping up the appearance of a happy couple was not necessarily a requirement in mine and Nico’s marriage but sometimes he needed me to convince the public he had a heart.My heels click as I make my way into the mansion, my hair billowing around me in the breezy summer wind even though I tamed it down with a hat.I can't believe I let Nico kiss me back at the helicopter. And I hate myself for reacting to him the way I did.But when those lips demanded more from me, the only thought that crossed my mind was giving into the desire that tugged at my whole body.Never again.It’s no use pretending that I haven’t always envisioned being kissed by Nico and I’m not gonna lie that it didn’t feel better than my imaginations conjured up but Nico Armani treated me like trash f

BriannaI slam the papers on the study table in front of Rosa Armani as in the study of my new home.Her dark eyes shoot up to mine, irritation flashing across her face.She regards me in that bigger-than-thou look, “And what are those?”I shrug indignantly, “Resignation papers.”Shock settles itself on her attractive features, “Resignation? I never said anything about resigning.”“Well,” my eyes trail from her to her daughter who is shooting daggers at me from behind Rosa. “it’s your choice, really. You either resign or I have no choice but to fire you. Now think what the press will make of that?”She springs up, her anger evident from the scowl of her face and the tightness of her fist. “The hotel firmly belongs to the Armanis. If you think I’m just going to let you get your greasy hands on –”“Too late, Rosa,” I shake my head ruefully, “just a little too late. The hotel is already greasy from my touch.”“What do you mean?” Rica asks. It is probably the first time Nico’s sister is s