All Chapters of Ex and Son Beg, But I Never Turn Back: Chapter 401 - Chapter 410

Third Person POV“You have to eat,” Giulia said, pushing a plate of food toward her. It had been three days since Sasha arrived at this hell hole, and she hadn’t touched even a morsel of food.The smell of the roast beef caused her stomach to growl, betraying her. But Sasha was adamant. She wasn’t going to eat. She was on a hunger strike.Sasha turned her head away from Guilia, drawing her knees up to her chest on her small bed.The other girls had explained how things worked around here. They’d all be kidnapped from various cities around the world. But things weren’t so bad here, they explained. As long as you did what Giulia asked you to, she treated you pretty well. Yes, you had to perform sexual favors for men. That was the drawback.But you had the option of taking drugs beforehand, which helped to soften the whole thing a bit. It didn’t happen too often, either, which was nice.And besides, most of the men were actually fairly decent. A little deprived, with some strange fantasie

Third Person POVSasha stood at the massive front door to Enzo’s estate. Nervously, she paused before she lifted her hand and knocked. It had been a long flight from Bermuda, but Sasha wasn’t the least bit tired. Adrenaline coursed through her body, keeping her alert.A butler answered the door, and it took a moment before recognition flickered on his face. He remembered Sasha and the few weeks she’d spent at the estate as an intern.“Is Enzo here?” Sasha said, her palms sweaty. She’d left Bermuda in such a rush, and now she was wondering if maybe this was all a colossal mistake.“Yes, come in, Miss Sasha,” the butler said. “I’ll let Enzo know you’re here.”Sasha could tell by the butler’s tone that he was surprised to see Sasha showing up on the doorstep unannounced. It was dusk, and the vineyard was still and quiet, except for the occasional chirping of crickets.Standing in the foyer, Sasha felt out of place, just as she had when she’d first arrived at the estate. Enzo had greeted h

Third Person POV“So,” Enzo said, “You’re here because you need a safe place to stay?”“Yes,” Sasha swallowed hard. “I know it’s a lot to ask. But you see, I have the papers that show the chemical make-up of the hybrid grapes. The molecular structure, if you will. I have to submit those to the FDA, to show that the grapes are illegal. Without those papers, no one would be the wiser, since they have fake FDA papers showing that the grapes were approved.”“Right,” Enzo nodded. “And you haven’t done that yet? You haven’t submitted the papers?”“The brothel manager wanted me to wait until the day of the Wine Awards. She wants to take down this man publicly. Her vengeance runs deep.”“And if you don’t do what she asked of you, she will kill you.” He phrased it as a question.“I believe so. Or send me back to the brothel. I don’t know. But whatever it is, it won’t be good,” Sasha said.“So why not submit the FDA papers?” Enzo asked. “I mean, you already created the grapes. You already sold

Willow’s POV“So what does this mean?” I asked Luigi and Logan as we sipped our tea by the fireplace. The Thanksgiving decorations had been taken down, and Christmas had come in. Feeling too tired after the funeral, I’d hired people to decorate the house for us.Ava and Ezno had gone back to Italy. I was still raw from my father’s unexpected death, but the holidays were fast approaching, and even though I was sad, I was grateful for the time I’d had with my father before he passed away.“Well,” Luigi said, sipping his tea. “Since we’re nominated for three different awards, I’d say we have a good chance of winning at least one of them.”Luigi looked handsome and cozy, in a green sweater with ribbed cuffs. Logan too looked comfortable, in a suede blazer. The giant Christmas tree glittered beside the lit fireplace, where our stockings were hanging.The decorations added a whimsical, festive feel to the estate, and the kids had been tickled pink by all the ornaments and decorations.As a

Third Person POV“Everything is two for one?” a lady asked Beatrice, her eyes wide. Beatrice scanned her outfit and tried not to grimace. The lady was wearing the most horrific pair of overalls, that hung off her in the most unflattering way.“Yes,” Beatrice said, forcing a smile. “Everything is buy one, get one free. And our holiday necklaces are an extra 20% off.”“That’s what I saw in the flyers, but I didn’t believe it. My gawd. This is quite the deal.”Nodding, Beatrice moved away from her towards another couple perusing the glass cases. Jules was busy on the other side of the store, ringing up the long line of customers.It had been a steady flux of people for the past five days, ever since Beatrice did a local marketing blitz. As a franchise, the owners weren’t allowed to offer deals. The prices had to stay consistent across all franchise stores. It was explicitly stated in the contracts.But Beatrice didn’t give a rat’s ass about the contracts. Her goal was to move as much prod