All Chapters of The Billionaire Legacy : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Annabelle's POVI made his sandwich the way he liked it with more jelly than peanut butter before cutting it into triangles because he had once told me that triangles tasted better than squares. Then I added apple slices, a small bag of crackers, a juice box, and a chocolate chip cookie that I had baked yesterday. Everything went into his lunch box which had a picture of a dinosaur on the front because Peter loved dinosaurs.The eggs were ready so I plated them along with the toast before setting everything in front of Peter who immediately started eating. "Remember to eat everything," I encouraged while pouring myself a cup of coffee. "You need energy for your big day.""I'm eating," Peter said through a mouthful of eggs."Don't talk with your mouth full," I reminded him automatically while taking a sip of coffee that was still too hot but I needed the caffeine.I heard footsteps on the stairs which meant John was awake so I started making more eggs because he would be hungry too. Wh

MIA'S POVThe moment Agent Morris's men pulled Vincent away from me I felt my legs give out completely, which meant I would have collapsed to the floor if one of the officers hadn't caught me before I hit the concrete. Everything was happening so fast that my brain couldn't keep up with the chaos around me because just moments ago Vincent had been dragging me toward the door while threatening to do nasty things to me, then suddenly the room was full of armed agents who were putting everyone in handcuffs including Daniel.I watched them chain Daniel's hands behind his back while he stood there looking defeated in a way I had never seen before because he had always been so confident, so sure of himself even when things were falling apart around him. Now he just looked tired as they read him his rights before leading him out of that concrete room toward whatever fate was waiting for him at the police station.One of the officers who had caught me was asking if I needed medical attention

MIAS POVI drove aimlessly for a while not really knowing where to go until I spotted a club that looked busy despite it being early evening. I parked the car before going inside where loud music and dim lighting created an atmosphere that felt perfect for someone who wanted to forget about their problems. I ordered a drink at the bar then another then another until the edges of everything started to blur in a way that made the pain less sharp."You okay?" a voice asked from beside me.I turned to see Officer Rodriguez, the same one who had driven me home after Daniel's arrest. He was wearing casual clothes instead of his uniform which made him look younger and more approachable. "Diego?" I said while trying to remember if that was actually his name."Yeah," he confirmed while sitting on the stool next to mine. "I didn't expect to see you here.""I needed to get out of the house," I said while taking another sip of my drink. "Everything is just too much right now.""I can imagine," Di

Mia's pov Not you with your nakedness in my bed, he said, gravelly. His fingers dipped over my folds, and I was wet again. He rubbed my clit with slow circles moving inside to lubricate his fingers and then rubbing them against my lips. I swallowed them to the last drop, and tasted my arousal with his previous load.Diego moved, trapping my top leg on his thigh to open me up. His cockhead was pushing at my entrance teasing then he forced his way in with a single stroke. I gulped, and the walls wrapped round his waist, rounder than ever in this position. He stuffed me to the brim, his balls squashing my ass as he bottomed.He began gradually, drawing out half way and pushing in again, so that I could feel every inch of him scraping my inside walls. His hand that was not tied was stroking my breast, and pinching the nipple to the extent that I moaned. I responded, keeping up with his beat, wet noises of my pussy taking his cock filling the room.Fuck, you are tight like this," he groa

DANIEL'S POV The most terrible thing about prison was not the bed of low quality or the food that was terrible or the constant noise that made sleeping a joke. It was the soul-destroying routine that kept on reoccurring day in day out with no possibility of that changing in the future. I rose at 5.30 each morning, when the guards banged on our cell doors to inform us it was time to have a breakfast, and I would jump off the narrow mattress which did not cushion my back against the metal frame beneath me as Eddie, my roommate, moaned on the bunk above me. Eddie had been doing 15 years in armed robbery and had been long enough here to know all the unwritten rules that had kept you alive in a place like this. During my first week, he informed me that there are three primary gangs that controlled various areas of the prison and smaller groups that threw their support to a group to gain protection. He did not twist that word until later--that Vincent Cole was connected with one of thos