All Chapters of Ex and Son Beg, But I Never Turn Back: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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Chapter 71: Beatrice, Love

Willow’s POVGlancing at Luigi, my heart flushed, flattered by his kind words. Did he really mean that? Did he really think that I had many precious talents?I flashed him a shy smile, my hand instinctively reaching up to finger the necklace he’d given me. He nodded, just slightly, but it was enough to assure me that he was, in fact, being sincere.Logan, on the other hand, was so angry now, we could literally feel his fury coming off of him in waves. Luigi’s slight and insults towards Logan caused his anger to flare. Luigi wasn’t just brushing him off, he was looking down at him, and by ‘thanking’ him, Luigi was showing Logan the vast disparity in their power. Logan was nothing to Luigi, and Luigi had completely dismissed Logan as such.Seething with rage, Logan whipped out his phone. He made a point of telling us all what he was doing, even though his comments were directed at me.“I’m calling Beatrice,” Logan said, glaring at me. My expression remained stoic as he pressed her name i

Chapter 72: Luigi’s Proposition

Willow’s POVLogan stopped on a dime and turned around on his heels to face the restaurant manager. He instinctively puffed out his chest, his expression earnest, and his smile smug.“Yes?” Logan asked, his expression making it clear that he thought the restaurant manager was going to apologize. But the restaurant manager’s next words caused Logan’s smug smile to drop.“I need you to take back the special selection of red wine you sold to us on consignment,” the restaurant manager said, his tone formal. “None of them have sold and we need to make room in our wine cellar for some new wines from Mr. Hernandez’s winery.”“But that’s…ten cases of wine,” Logan faltered. “You’ve barely given the wine a chance.”“On the contrary,” the restaurant manager said. “”We’ve tried very hard to sell you subpar wine. No one wants it. We’ve had nothing but complaints about the quality. As per our consignment agreement, I’m returning all ten cases to you. I’ll have my staff bring them into the lobby.”“Y

Chapter 73: A True Heart

Luigi’s POV“Carl?” I whispered. We rushed out of the restroom and hurried down the hall to the private VIP room. Pushing open the door, we saw Carl curled up on the sofa in the corner in a fetal position. His soft sobs echoed through the room. My heart dropped as his body trembled.His PTSD, I immediately thought. I’d seen him like this before, many times over the years since the accident. Afraid and inconsolable, locked away in his own, private terror, unreachable.Ever since Willow had entered our lives though, Carl had been doing so much better. The PTSD had seemed to subside under her careful care. It had been months since I’d seen Carl break down like this.“What’s happening?” Willow asked, her eyes flooded with concern.“He’s having a relapse,” I told her. “We shouldn’t have left him alone. I just thought…he was doing so much better. But this room is…unfamiliar.”Chastising myself, I made my way towards him. We left him all alone in here, triggered the intense feelings of anxiet

Chapter 74: Willow’s Perfume

Beatrice’s POVTrudging through the mall, I made my way to the next store. A boutique store that sold high-end clothes, jewelry, and other assorted crap. But they also sold perfume, and even though it wasn’t my favorite store in the world, beggars can’t be choosers.My company wasn’t doing well. Hm. A sharp decline in sales was cause for worry, but instead of stewing, I’d decided to hit up the mall to scout out the competition. By getting a good, first-hand look at what was trending and selling in popular stores, perhaps I could rebrand my own perfume to gain a better competitive edge.The moment I arrived at the store though, I was surprised to see Diana standing at the perfume counter. The sales associate was spraying perfume onto Diana’s wrist. I approached them both as Diana lifted her wrist to smell the perfume.Huh. I scrutinized the delicate bottle from a distance, but I didn’t recognize the label. So I decided to quietly make my way over so I could eavesdrop. Huddled behind a m

Chapter 75: Sabotage

Willow’s POV“I’m nervous, Adonis. What if I fail miserably?”It was a week after Luigi’s birthday dinner, and Adonis and I were walking through the open air parking lot. We’d just ducked into a store to pick up some last minute oils before making our way to the perfume competition on the other side of town.My stomach was in knots. What had I been thinking, entering a prestigious perfume competition. Making Scents was for professional perfumatory. I was still a novice. My line had been doing well, but I was hardly a professional. And if I bombed the competition, I risked looking like an idiot. “Nerves are good,” Adonis said flashing me a smile. “It means you care.”Adonis was my rock. Nothing seemed to phase him. He kept me calm and collected even when my nerves were completely frazzled.“You got this,” he added, giving my shoulder a little squeeze.“Thanks,” I smiled, feeling a bit better. “I just really want to do well. This competition could really help our company and…”My words

Chapter 76: It’s ALL Lies

Willow’s POVMy mouth was agape as I watched all the people around Beatrice lavish her with compliments. Reporters vied for attention, calling out her name to ask her a slew of questions, one rapid fire after the next.“Beatrice, tell us more about your perfume company’s collaboration with a wine company. Where did you come up with such a brilliant idea?”“Beatrice, tell us about your husband.”“Beatrice, is it true that you’ve adopted a child?”Beatrice, Beatrice, Beatrice.She answered the questions, posing and smiling gracefully, tossing her head over her shoulder and poising with her hand on her hip, as though she were some sort of movie star.All around me people whispered, praising her as the personification of kindness, as though this back-stabbing, manipulative woman was some sort of angel sent from Heaven.I couldn’t believe it! Beatrice was the last person who deserved praise and adoration. Everything she said was a lie, and the reporters were gobbling up her lies, taking eve

Chapter 77: Stand-Off

Willow’s POVExpecting the reporters to flash their cameras and jot down everything I said, I waited. To my surprise though, they all lowered their cameras, side-eying one another, quickly shifting their gaze away from the confrontation between Beatrice and myself.They acted as though nothing had happened, as though I hadn’t just suggested there was proof of Beatrice’s bad mothering skills.Flummoxed, my eyes flitted from Beatrice to the crowd. What was happening? Why weren’t they writing down what I said?“Willow,” Adonis hissed from the front of the crowd. He motioned for me to come to him. Still confused, I stepped down from the podium.“Can you believe all this?” I asked, waving at the crowd of reporters, exasperated and frustrated.“There’s no point,” he told me in a low voice.Furrowing my brows, I cocked my head to the side. “What do you mean? Did you hear what she was saying? She’s outright lying!” I proclaimed.Adonis shook his head. “I overheard a reporter whispering to his

Chapter 78: The Competition Begins

Third Person POVWillow saw that she was assigned a table next to Beatrice, and her mood instantly plummeted. Doing her best to brush off the unfortunate table assignment, Willow set out all her equipment.“Welcome everyone,” the emcee said into the microphone, signalling the start of the competition. Nervously, Willow fixed her eyes on the emcee and listened intently as the emcee joyfully announced the theme of the competition: “The Beauty of Family.”“What?” Willow thought when she heard the theme.Family?A wave of sadness flooded through her as her mind flashed back to the shadows of her original family. The void left by her mother’s early death was poignant in her mind, as was her father’s subsequent favoring of Beatrice.From the moment her mother died, the warmth she’d felt in her family had dissipated, replaced with a distant, disconnected feeling towards her father as he embraced and praised his illegitimate child over her.For a moment, she felt a stifling suffocation squeeze

Chapter 79: I Won’t Lose to Her

Willow’s POVI inhaled the scent deeply, then frowned. The prototype I’d created still wasn’t right. It was lacking something – a complex depth and lingering notes. Struggling with the theme, I’d really hoped that this prototype would hit the mark. But it simply wasn’t good enough and I was at a loss as to how to fix it.It was far too simple a fragrance to be a contender in this competition.With a heavy sigh, I poured the failed sample down the drain into the waste container. Watching the bottle empty, my anxiety grew. The mantra repeated in my head: ‘I won’t lose to her’. And yet, it felt like I was already losing. At the very least, I was losing my confidence with every passing minute. “This is your halfway mark,” the emcee chirped, warning us that we were now officially halfway through the competition. “I repeat, we are now officially half way through the competition.” The audience applauded and an excited ripple ran through the crowd.Glancing up at the clock, I became even mor

Chapter 80: Inspiration Hits

Willow’s POVBeatrice was trying to provoke me, as usual. In a way, she was right. Dropping out now would be a lot less embarrassing than giving the judges an empty bottle, but I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t let her win. Glancing at the clock, I saw that I still had time.Looking back at the audience, I found Luigi again. He gave me a slight nod, his eyes calm and firm. He believed in me; I could tell by the look on his face. Just like Adonis did. If I could just believe in myself, then maybe I could pull through this.Suddenly, out of nowhere, a flash of inspiration came to me.Luigi. Carl. The mansion. Luigi’s protectiveness of me the night of his birthday dinner in the restroom with Logan. Carl’s tight hugs of dependency. The way both their eyes lit up whenever they saw me. The warm laughter the three of us shared. The time we spent hovered around the kitchen island making lunch together.Family wasn’t in my father’s house, and it definitely wasn’t in my home with Logan. Luigi, Carl

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