All Chapters of Ex and Son Beg, But I Never Turn Back: Chapter 381 - Chapter 390

Third Person POVAn email came through, and Beatrice opened it, a sly smile on her face. It was exactly what she’d asked for. She scanned the purchase proposal, and closed the file.Shutting down her computer, Beatrice spun around in her chair and looked out the window.Closing her eyes, she could still see the satisfying flames lick the air the night she’d burnt Willow’s storefront down to the ground. It was a memory she often let wash over her.She’d been parked down the street when the fire fighters came. She’d gotten out of her car and stood in the shadows of an alley, peeking out around a corner, careful not to be seen. When Willow and Luigi had arrived, she’d giggled to herself. Willow had looked so distraught, and Beatrice had watched the whole scene play out with a satisfied smile.Beatrice knew she wouldn’t get caught. She’d hired someone else to do the dirty work, a seasoned criminal that had been recommended by Giulia herself. The man was very good at what he did. The cri

Third Person POVLuigi’s curiosity got the better of him and he tip-toed his way across the foyer. Pressing himself up against the wall outside Sasha’s bedroom, he listened carefully. They both thought he was gone, and as such, they spoke openly and freely.Inside the room, Sasha frowned at Logan. She was sitting on her bed, her computer on her lap, her red hair cascading down her shoulders. Her veranda door was open, allowing a cool breeze to sweep across the massive guest room.She looked like an angel, Logan thought to himself.“What are you doing here?” Sasha asked, slowly closing her lap top.“I had to see you,” he told her, approaching the bed.“We already talked about this. It’s over. It never should have started.”Logan shook his head, her words stabbing his heart like a sharp knife. It was true, they had talked about this. Last week, Sasha had come to his house. Logan had assumed it would be another one of their nights together, and he’d cooked for her. Throughout the summer,

Willow’s POV“All right, lay it on me,” Adonis said, sitting at his desk in the cute office space they’d bought. Their office was on the seventeenth floor of a high rise building.There were actually several offices, since we had quite a bit of staff now: a finance department, albeit a small one, a dedicated marketing department, which was roughly the same size as the finance department, several interns, and a couple of personal assistants.We were currently in my office, which had the most amazing view of the sprawling city park below, and the creek that weaved its way through the lush, green lawn. I had decorated my office myself, and it featured a wall completely plastered with framed photos of me, Luigi, and all three children.My desk was cherry wood, lavish and shiny. I’d had it flown in from Italy. Along with my desk, I had two oversized armchairs off to the corner, as well as my own personal espresso machine.Adonis’ office, on the other hand, looked like a child’s art project

Luigi’s POVDoing the final rounds to make sure everything was in order, I turned to Logan.“We did it,” I said, flashing him a smile. He looked great, in a black tuxedo. I was also wearing a tux, to mark the special night. Behind me, Willow was checking the wine table, ensuring that all the new wines were represented and visible.The launch was being held in a ballroom at a high end hotel downtown. We’d invited all the prominent people in our collective client lists, as well as some media representatives. At exactly midnight, the website would go live and our wine would officially be available for sale. Tomorrow morning, it would available in stores, and served in various bars throughout the city.“Nervous?” Logan asked, fiddling with his tie.“Not a bit,” I told him. “You?”“I’m shitting bricks. What if no one likes the wine? What if…”“Nonsense,” I said. “We did a test market. Everyone loved it. Relax. Enjoy the night. We’ve both earned it.” Logan gave me a curt nod, but his eyes l

Willow’s POV“Stack of pancakes, coming right up,” Luigi proudly declared, balancing a plate of pancakes. Mira, Leo, and Carl sat at the kitchen table, forks in hand, ready to devour Luigi’s special breakfast.I clung to my coffee like a life line, feeling groggy and tired. The launch party had been a huge success, but we didn’t get home until after 3am. The kids were all up at 7am, raring to go, so both Luigi and I had crawled out of bed with a dissatisfied moan.The scent of warm butter filled the kitchen, as the fall sun filtered through the window. We promised to take the kids to the swimming pool later that day.“More coffee,” I said, lifting up my coffee cup to Luigi. “Copious amounts of coffee please.”Luigi gave me a sympathetic smile as he refilled my coffee. The kids poured syrup onto their pancakes.“Not so much,” I laughed, taking the syrup away from Mira. “Have some fruit too.”I was in desperate need of a shower, which I planned to do once breakfast was finished and I had